This one is kinda a plot twister, or hopefully just something not expected! :P Sorry for taking a week to write, but I started school again, and was busy editing my novel Ashes.

:D

Here we go!:)

Butters' POV

The next day at school is completely average. Kenny doesn't say anything about what I did, he just acts all lovingly like he usually does.

He doesn't even mention it, actually. Once we meet in the morning, he just gives me a casual hug and tells me about his plans for after school.

I plan to call Mom as soon as I get home today. I really hope she decided to leave that asshole. I don't even understand how she fell in love with him. He never does anything good, and never really loved any of us.

Stan and Kyle giggle at their own conversation every second of the day. It's so cute. It reminds me of me and Kenny, but I can't watch us laugh at each others jokes. I can do that with Stan and Kyle, though.

"Bye Kenny," I say, giving my boyfriend a slight peck on the lips.

This time, it's Kenny who's busy. He's going shopping apparently. I don't know how he could afford it, though.

"Bye my love," he says in a cheesy tone of voice.

I laugh, and go back in for one more kiss.

We sadly part, and I walk up to the house alone. It's quite cold out, but I make it up without my feet falling off from the freezing weather.

I walk inside, expecting to find an empty house. I start to walk to the phone to call Mom, but I'm given a surprise when I walk into the kitchen, where the phone is.

"Mom?" I ask, walking farther into the kitchen.

"Butters!" Mom cheers, running up to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

Mom looks like she's been crying. I hope nothing happened.

"What the frig-a-dig are you doing here?" I ask.

"Come sit. We need to have a talk," Mom says, leading me in to the living room.

I sit on the couch, Mom sits on the loveseat close by.

I kick off my shoes, which I hadn't bothered to take off before. My black chuck-taylors fall to the floor, and I move them to the side of the couch. I lean back, making myself comfortable, and notice that Mom seems to want to get this over with.

"I left. This morning, I couldn't take it anymore. I found all theese porn magazines in your father's things, and he walked in on me looking at them. He kept screaming at me, and telling me not to go through his things," Mom starts.

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry," I tell her.

"That's not all. He slapped me. Right across the face, after I refused to let the porn thing go. He didn't even try to apologize afterwards."

"Bastard," I mumble under my breath.

"I lied, telling him everything was fine, that I had forgotten about it. Once he left for work, or at least I hope it was work, I packed a bag full of clothes and money, and drove up here."

"I'm so proud!" I cheer. "Do you think he will come looking for you?"

"I sure hope not," Mom says. "I doubt he will. He will probably be relieved."

"Did you talk to Grandma?" I ask.

"She was here when I got in. She said I could stay for a little while, but that I should try to find some place to move into, because you need a real home," Mom explains.

"So are we moving?"

"I think I brought enough money with me. Your jackass of a father doesn't need it. It's not like I stole it. It's partly mine, anyway."

"We're staying in South Park, though, right?" I ask, afraid that the answer will be no.

"We might live right outside it, but you can still go to the school."

"Thank God!"

"Why so happy?" Mom asks with a smile.

I decide to tell her. She's telling me all this, so I need to give her some good news.

"I have a boyfriend," I tell her proudly.

I'm actually quite surprised she doesn't freak out. I always thought she would had the fact that I'm gay.

"Butters! That's wonderful!" Mom cheers.

Things are going to get better. I finally have what I've been missing: family.

I hope you like! And I actually hadn't planned on it, but I'm thinking this is the second last chapter. Only one more, and it will be a fluffy thing! :D I might finish it tonight, actually. :)