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Chapter 17

Kyle's POV

The doorbell rings multiple times before I get a chance to answer it. I open the door and it's Julia. I frown upon seeing her as she clearly didn't listen to my rules. "I thought I told you not to come here?"

"I didn't come here to see Kobe. I came here to see you." She explains.

"You're wasting your time! I already spoke to Stan and I'm not changing my mind about you hanging out with Kobe." I try to close the door, but she stops me.

"It's about my dad."

"What about him?"

"He passed out."

I think she's making up excuses to come here. "Why are you here? You should've called 911!"

"He's drunk. I didn't think calling 911 was necessary. Can you please come wake him up?

"You still should call 911. He could have alcohol poisoning."

"Mr. Broflovski, please help!" She begs.

I roll my eyes. "Ok fine. I'll check on him." I tell her to humor her.

"Thank you." We head down to the basement and as soon as we go inside, I see Stan passed out on the couch with his mouth wide open.

"Stan?" I poke him, but to no avail.

"That's all you got?" Julia asks me.

I glare at her. "Remember you asked for my help!"

"Sorry…"

I grab Stan, sit him up, and begin shaking him. "Wake up dude!" I shake him harder. "I said WAKE UP!" Still nothing.

"I'm getting nervous..."

"Don't be! I got this!" I slap Stan really hard across the face.

I notice he's finally starting to open his eyes. "Kyle?" He slurs my name. "Dude, that hurt..." Stan rubs his cheek.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt you, I just wanted to wake you up." I let him go and he leans back on the couch.

"I feel so si-" Before he can get his sentence out, he throws up on himself and the floor.

"Dude! Go to the bathroom!"

"I'll help you daddy!" Julia rushed to his side.

"Juju? I didn't know you were here." His face turns red. "This is embarrassing..." He gets up and rushes to the bathroom. We hear him throwing up. I look at Julia.

"You should head home…" I tell her.

She shakes her head. "I'm not going back there. My dad needs me."

"He's embarrassed enough. Just go home."

"But-"

"I'll have him call you when he's better."

She sighs. "Ok…" She replies dejected just before leaving. I walk into the bathroom and see Stan hovering over the toilet. He looks up at me.

"Is Juju still here?" Stan asks. God, he looks so pitiful right now.

I shake my head. "I told her to go home."

"Good…" He leans up against the sink. "God, I'm so embarrassed. The last thing I wanted was for Julia to see me drunk and throwing up."

"Dude, what's your problem? You don't drink like this."

"I'm fucking depressed Kyle!"

"About what?"

"Wendy had the baby!" He breaks down into tears. "That was supposed to be my baby."

Not this again. I sigh heavily."Dude, you need to let this go. This isn't healthy."

"I can't let it go. My heart is still broken Kyle. I don't get why you can't be sympathetic."

"I'm trying to be dude, I'm trying. You've been moping and crying for the last month and half. She's gone and she's moved on. You need to do that same. She loves Cartman, not you!"

"How can you side with them?"

I shake my head. "I'm not on anyone's side. However, I see the way they are together. I haven't seen them happier. Wendy was never happy like that with you. Everyone could see that except for you!"

He cries even harder. "Meanwhile, my life is turning to shit!"

"No it's not. You still have a job, a roof over your head, a daughter who worships the ground you walk on-"

"A daughter you don't think I'm fit to raise!" He interrupts me.

I look down. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yes dude! That really hurt my feelings. Maybe I sucked as a husband, I'm a damn good father!"

"I'm sorry. I meant that, but I also hoped it would help motivate you to get yourself out of this funk and get your shit together! Do you want your daughter to constantly see you like this? She's already troubled enough as it is."

"I'm trying to get it together."

"Try harder. You're getting divorced, it's not the end of the world. You still have your whole life ahead of you."

"But I wanted my life to be with Wendy. We were supposed to grow old together..." He pouts.

"That ship has sailed. Maybe you should get out and start dating."

He shakes his head. "I'm not ready…"

"Getting drunk won't solve anything either. All it does is make you sick and give you a hangover. Time to put your big boy pants on."

He puts his hand on his head. "I just want to curl up and die."

"That's the coward's way out. Are you a coward?"

"No…"

I grab him and shake him. "Then stop acting like one! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER DUDE!"

"Stop shaking me, my head hurts enough."

"Sorry. I told you that Nichole and I will help you get through this and we will. We've been talking about it and I thought I would wait for the right time to bring this up. Now is that time."

He raises his eyebrow. "What?"

"You need to go counseling."

"Kyle…"

"I mean it Stan. Clearly what you're doing isn't helping you at all, so it's time for you to turn to professional help. Nichole can recommend someone from the hospital. I'll have her send you the info. If you don't sign up, we'll sign you up."

"So I don't get a say in the matter?"

I shake my head. "No, if that was the case, you wouldn't be acting like this right now. This is non negotiable."

"All right, all right! Just please stop yelling. I have a headache and my stomach is killing me."

I laugh. "You'll think about that next time you try to be grown and drink more than you can handle."

"Haha very funny dude." Stan responds sarcastically.

"I'm going to head back to the house. Do you need anything before I go?"

He shakes his head. "No dude, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Oh ok. I'm going to check on you in the morning."

"Dude, you don't have to do that, I'm not a child."

I smile. "Ok, I won't check on you. You take care of yourself." I tell him before leaving. I feel like we have this conversation every week. This is the first time I've mentioned signing him up for counseling. I think it will be good for his healing. I just hope he takes it seriously.

Kenny's POV

I slam Butters up against a wall. "Answer me damnit! Did you fucking drug my son?"

Butters laughs and I slam him again. "I don't know how many ways I can say NO!"

I slam him again. "You're LYING!"

"Why don't you just accept that your son is a no good coke head loser?"

"He said he's never done coke!"

"You believe him? Come on Ken, he hangs out late and disappears for days. Does any of that sound familiar? He even nearly sleeps with a underage girl…"

My eyes widen. "How do you know about that?"

"Bebe told me. Wendy is threatening to press charges if he goes near her daughter."

I shake my head. "You're getting me off topic! My son doesn't do drugs! YOU drugged him."

"What would I gain from drugging him?" Butters asks.

"You wanted to hurt me." I suggest.

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would hurt you not Dustin or any of your other kids. I wouldn't have to drug you to do it!" He smirks.

"You better shut your fucking mouth!" I slam him once again. He has a point, but I'm not sure I believe him.

"I'm going to tell everyone I know if you slam me up against that wall again…" Butters warns. I let go of him. "That's better!" He runs his fingers through my hair. "I love it when you get angry, it's so hot!"

I glare at him. "Dude, are you serious? My son is in the hospital!"

"Yet instead of being there with him, you're here with me." He starts kissing me, but I push him away.

"I should get back to him."

"Now? You're already here, just give me 5 minutes." He gets on his knees and unzips my pants and proceeds to give me a blow job.

"Why do you do these things to me?"

He looks up at me and smiles. "Because you love it. Let's go to my car." I nod and follow him to the car. I send Bebe a text telling her I left the hospital to grab something to eat. That should by me a little bit of time…