This chapter is going to get either a little happier or more exciting. I'm going to try to tone down the depressing stuff but in my opinion I always felt that it made the stories I read more real, so we'll see how it goes! Sorry if this chapter is a little late, I've been working steady lately!

Cartman's Pov

Of course I knew Kenny snuck out. You think I'm retarded or something? I allowed him to make his way back through my bedroom window while I pretended to return from a casual trip to the can. Mom calmed down after a half hour or so. She was bruised pretty badly and I tried to force her to go to the hospital, but she just wouldn't budge and gave me her 'I'm fine, sweetie' speech. Like fuck she's fine. I'm worried I'm going to come home from school one day and find a police officer at my front porch telling me they found her dead in a ditch. I don't want to deal with that shit head social worker who claims to be a comedian.

"So, Kenny. How good do you think my windows would look with bars? I'm kind of going for the prison look, you know?" That look on his face. He knows I know. "But, wouldn't it ruin the view or something?" He replied with an almost inaudible gulp. "I don't care much for views. The only thing I care about is you remaining in my possession." Then it clicked. He knew what I was getting at now. "And if I find that you have been sneaking out and meeting with certain people, you will all get in trouble." "But Karen didn't do anything wrong!" There he goes again defending that white trash family of his. "I won't let you do anything to hurt her." Now he was defying me, and I'd be damned if he wasn't going to pay. "Kenneth, your behaviour suggests punishment."

"What the fuck are you doing?" He shouted as I began to tear his clothes from his torso. I've seen him naked before, obviously. But fucking prick is always so damned self – conscious about it. "Looks like I finally got Mysterion right where I want him."

Kenny's Pov

He didn't use his hand this time, this time he used his belt against my ass. He probably realised I was getting too used to his hand. I felt a wave of relief when he stopped at ten. As hard as I tried to clench my teeth together and forbid myself for giving him the satisfaction of screaming, I let out a muffled moan. But it was supposed to be a shout – it just came out wrong. He put the belt down and started…feeling me? I could tell he loved how confused I looked. I felt my skin squirm with pleasure as he teasingly brushed his fingers against my sensitive spots. No doubt fat ass could tell. "You're squirming because your body wants a little more attention is all, nothing to be concerned about. You're just really enjoying yourself. By the way, hold that pose." Cartman ordered. Click.

It was very difficult to face him after that. "What's the matter, Kenny? You look a little shy." He chuckled to himself and left me with my thoughts. Is this what other ten year olds go through?

It was Monday, and school was starting in less than an hour. I could finally see Karen and assure her that her big brother was going to be ok, that she could go home safely and tell our parents that I'll be away for a little while just helping a friend through hard times. I asked her how she was at home and said things were normal, but I could tell by her expression she had been holding something back. Looks like I'd have to investigate further when I get the chance. We hugged, then parted our separate ways for the day. "Karen, honey. It's circle time." Her teacher announced. "Coming, Miss. M!" "Oh, hello there, Kenny! You better hurry off too, don't want to be late for first period." She smiled and left with my little sister holding her hand and talking about her 'guardian angel'. Karen happily ran off. I was always fond of Karen's teacher, myself. She cares about her almost as much as a parent. She's a young woman, in her early twenties. Sometimes I think, maybe – but nah. Karen and I will always live with our drunken, retarded, white trash parents but luckily we will always have each other.

I sat in my desk, thankful to be somewhere else besides Cartman's house. Stan and Kyle exchanged awkward glances, then turned their attention to me. "What happened to you?" Kyle asked. "Everything was fine this weekend, nothing major happened." I lied. If I told them anything, I could possibly be putting Karen in danger as well.

Cartman's Pov

"What's up, fags?" I fucking hate Monday mornings. Being forced to listen to lectures, and forced to socialize with others at recess. The only thing good about this dump is the cafeteria, at least the food is somewhat decent. I noticed Kenny's uneasiness, and his stupid friends looking worried for him. I have nothing to be concerned about, because I know he won't talk if he knows what's good for him. "Cartman, get your foot away from my leg!" He whispered. I want to make him squirm like he did last night. "I'm only stretching, Ken." I try to convince him. My leg slowly trails up his thigh and I can see him sweat. "Not here, stop!" He forgot to whisper that time and everyone stares as I quickly move my leg away. "And by the way, meet me in the washroom after class."

By the way, Karen's teacher is totally fan made but as of now I won't be focusing on her much as of yet. Also, I watched the poor kid episode again and realised Karen's doll is a Princess…or something. :p This story is taking more turns than I expected, and I mostly write what I feel like without planning ahead. Originally, Karen was not supposed to have a role in this story. Crazy, hu? But whatever, I hope this style works for you too!