For anyone who came from my other South Park stories, I did delete 'Take it Back, Again.' (My first SP story). I rarely delete my stories, so it's definitely because looking back, I was not proud enough of the outcome to keep it around. Just an FYI.

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"You're not going to no party!"

Kenny paced around the Brofvloski living room while waiting on Kyle to leave for Clyde's party. He jerked when a crunch racketed his ears as Ike munched on his Cheesy Poofs nearby and watched an old re-run of Terrance and Philip. Trying to avoid Kenny's pace back and forth in front of the TV as he switched his head between passing legs to see the loud screen.

"I am though, you saw me leave.." Kenny mentioned to his father.

"You're helping me with the truck...I got the new fenders in."

"Since when was I helping you, tonight?"

"Since I fuckin' said so!"

His son gawked into the phone. "You totally made that up! You just don't want me doing anything!"

"Get your ass back, now!"

"Eat shit.." Kenny mumbled as he hung up. He looked at the twelve-year-old on the couch who just stared at him with wide, curious eyes as he paused from eating his bag of Cheesy Poofs. Kenny threw a nod. "What's up.."

Kyle soon rushed downstairs. "Alright, let's go. I told Heidi we'd be there in ten."

"Yeah, wouldn't wanna keep your girl waiting."

"Shut up," Kyle warned, right as the door opened with Sheila rushing in. "Hey, ma."

"Hi, bubbe." Sheila passed the television as Ike eagerly picked up the remote and switched to Prime Video. "You excited for the movie?"

Kyle and Kenny froze as they were about to leave. "What movie?"

Sheila dug through her purse, looking for her phone as she motioned to Ike bouncing in his seat. "That movie Ike's been wanting to watch."

"Infinity Pool!" Ike enthused, making room for Kyle on the couch. "About that writer who goes to a weird country and messed-up things happen."

Kyle didn't believe his mom. "You're letting him watch it? It took a whole slideshow to convince you to let him play hockey."

"Well, with you, it won't be so bad."

Kyle looked at Kenny, feeling his worried eyes on him. "Mom, it's Clyde Donovan's party tonight.."

Sheila looked up. "Oh, tonight?"

"I put it on the kitchen calendar?" Kyle pointed to the room over. "Circled it twice, I put arrow marks on it, a countdown?"

Sheila hesitated, her son didn't like that she was considering it. This party was supposed to be the redeeming arc of all the shitty things that happened this year, and Kyle didn't wanna waste it on a movie with his brother. One that guaranteed was gonna make Ike lose his mind in the middle of the night. The kid was more sensitive than he would ever admit.

"Well, bubbe," Sheila sighed. "I'm sure there's gonna be plenty of parties before the end of the year."

"Kyle.." Kenny coaxed. "Don't.."

"Ike's been looking forward to this movie all week!"

Kenny watched Kyle's face contort like a hawk. Not liking the consideration Kyle was putting into it. "Maybe I can make it to the party late.."

"Mrs. Brofvloski, I'm sorry. We really can't tonight." Kenny immediately stepped in.

"Excuse me?"

"Ken.." Kyle growled.

"No, Kyle," Kenny butted in. "You've gotta be kidding. We're not doing this, tonight."

"Kenny, leave it," Kyle muttered in begging. "You're acting out because of your dad.."

"Oh, Kenny," Sheila put her purse aside. "We were so sorry to hear how your parents reacted. I'm sure they'll come around once you talk to them."

Kenny pursed his lips as he gave Kyle a not-so-subtle side-eye. "Hear that, Kyle..?"

"Shut up.."

"I'm sure Ike can handle the movie, himself." Kenny motioned to the cheesy-covered twelve-year-old. "We handled way worst younger than him. Hell, if he doesn't, he'll know better for next time."

"I'm not exactly reasoning with you here, Kyle." Sheila warned.

Kenny shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugging in dismissal. "Well, neither is Kyle."

Sheila loured. "Kenneth, I don't care for your tone. And I'm sure your parents wouldn't either."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brofvloski. But, if Kyle is not gonna speak his own truth, the rest of us will."

"Rest of us?" Gerald suddenly entered from the kitchen. "Kyle, have you been going around talking about us? You know it's not an easy schedule right now, you don't need to make it seem worse than it is."

"But, it is worse than it is!" Kyle argued.

"Kyle!" Sheila berated.

"I get that you're worried about Ike, I am too," Kyle motioned to his brother who now paid full attention from the couch. He didn't want Ike to have to hear this. Kyle had dedicated his whole life to shielding Ike for his sake, but maybe it was time he gained some backbone. "But give Ike more credit. Put him on a bike and let him tough it out."

"Kyle-"

"I'm busy." He muttered, leaving through the door. Kenny stood there, clearing his throat and giving an awkward wave as he followed Kyle out.

"Thomas, leave it.." Laura begged, following her marching husband to the stairway of their house. "Thomas.."

"If you two take any longer, I'm coming up there!" Thomas called to the second floor. "I know what you're up to!"

"Thomas!" Laura tugged on his arm as infuriated carrot-brows faced her. "They're just getting ready for the party. There's no funny business!"

"I gave them one rule, and they had to break it!"

From upstairs Craig groaned, getting off his mattress as he marched past Tweek who switched jackets in decision. He watched his angry boyfriend turn around the corner of his door to howl back downstairs.

"We're not breaking your stupid rule!"

"If you're not out of my house in five, I'm coming up!"

Craig rolled his eyes, going back to sit on his bed as he waited on his boyfriend. Turning up the music on the Bluetooth to drown at any other bull Thomas decided to spurt from his mouth.

"Y'know, when your mom invited me over tonight," Tweek couldn't help but add sarcastically. "I couldn't help but think this would be such a beautiful beginning with your dad."

"Yeah, don't get comfortable.."

Tweek brushed off his coat, pretty set on wearing the acid-washed one over his green shirt. "You can crash at my place tonight if you need to.."

"If I drink a lot I might have to.."

Tricia came from her room just then and leaned against Craig's doorframe, crossing her arms with a thrill in her eyes and a curve on her lips as she crossed one foot over the other. Staring at her brother's blank face before he pinched his features in annoyance the longer she stood there.

"What?" Craig asked.

"I've heard a lot about this party."

Craig lifted one foot over his knee, re-tying his loose lace. "'Kay, you want a reward..?"

"Karen canceled on me tonight," Tricia admitted. "I want in."

Tweek shook nervously. "Trish, the last time we let you, hellfire broke loose with your dad.."

Tricia came in, happily taking a seat next to her brother who groaned. "He doesn't have to know."

"Yeah, that makes it better.." Craig said.

"C'mon!"

"Geez.." Craig groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Fine. But you're meeting us at the front. Get your own ride."

Tweek still shook in his shoes. "I-I dunno, Craig.."

"I heard all of that!" Thoma's voice boomed, making all three of them freeze. "You're not going anywhere, young lady!"

"UGH, come on!" Tricia complained, leaving her brother's side to follow her dad's voice out of the room. "What're you worried about? That I'm gonna come home with a girl on my arm?"

"Do NOT speak to me like that, Tricia!"

Tweek sighed in a moment of relief. "Well, the heat's off us, at least.."

"CRAIG!"

His boyfriend shook his head. "Don't speak too soon.."

"Do you see what you're doing to your sister!?"

Craig jumped up, marching to his door with bubbling rage as Tweek hastily tried to keep him from saying anything he might regret. "WHY!? Want me to bring some of it to your office, too?! I'm sure your co-workers would be down for a fun gang bang!"

"Craig!" Tweek pulled him off. When he heard the ascending footsteps from downstairs, Tweek sighed. "Jesus, Craig.."

Thomas soon slid into the doorframe, pointing enraged eyes at his son. "Is there something you wanna say to my face?"

"I dunno, you're the one who's been whining all night," Craig argued. They'd actually gotten through a decent dinner Laura insisted on inviting Tweek to. Up until Thomas had to bring up everything that had gone on weeks prior with Craig spending nights out of the house away from his parents.

"You are hitting my last nerve, Craig.."

"You've said that before."

Thomas looked between Craig and Tweek. "Neither of you have any right to bring this to my house. Not after my wife welcomed you here!"

"Oh, suddenly she's your wife?" Craig said. "Suddenly I have no right to call either of you my parents!?"

"You're being a pain in the ass.."

"And you're an old, straight BIGOT."

"Enough!" Thomas demanded with a shove to Craig's shoulder. "I've heard enough out of you!"

"Don't fucking touch me!" Craig swatted his hand away as he shielded a terrified Tweek. "Come near me or Tweek again, and I'll rip your fucking face off! I wish you'd stay a hundred yards away from me and SHUT UP!"

The last straw was pulled, and Thomas scowled. "Then I'm not going to your graduation! Not when I have NO SON!"

Thomas walked off as Craig swallowed, before biting back. "That sounds GREAT! IN FACT-!"

Tweek slammed the door shut, preventing him from taking a step further. "Craig, for fuck's sake!"

"He's said his peace, Tweek!" Craig tore open his door by the knob to shove Tweek off. Craig swallowed against the raw of his throat, blinking in aggravation as his voice stumbled in a whisper. "...why the fuck would I want that fat turd at my grad, anyway..."

Heidi tugged up the sleeveless hem of her leather mini dress, adjusting her party look for the night to tops. She was more than prepared to get wasted, but still play it cool, and own the night on this newfound way of not giving a shit. She adjusted the height of her thigh-high fishnets and laced the combats on her feet. She clipped her velvet red choker around the hollow of her neck to match her burgundy lipstick and smoky eye look.

"Heidi!" Nancy called from downstairs. "Do you need the car?"

"No, Kyle's picking me up," Heidi called, looking at her phone when notified by Kenny that they'd be there in five. She led her way out and downstairs with her eyes still on her phone. She passed her mother working late at the dining table and her father sitting in his recliner. "I'll be back whenever."

"Hold on," Thomas called, eyeing the outfit his daughter was wearing over his iPad. "What're you wearing?"

"A strapless dress.."

"You mean a blanket?"

"Tom," Nancy warned. "We talked with her. She said she was being careful, and she's with her friends."

"Friends she doesn't need to give ideas," Tom stood up, putting his tablet aside. "She has two boys picking her up."

"No thanks, I'm not about to have this talk with you," Heidi demanded. "I can wear what I want, it's a boy's problem if he can't keep it in his pants."

"Heidi!" Nancy berated. Her daughter never would've said something like that only a month ago. At least not around her parents. "Now, maybe your father is just a little concerned."

"Now you're defending him.." Heidi scoffed, crossing her arms. "This man comes home every day with a new reason to scream at you, Nancy."

"Nancy?" Her mother gawked. "Heidi, you are not leaving this house until we get some things straight! You will not treat me, or your father like some embaressment!"

"Why? That's all you've been."

"I've heard enough, young lady!" Thomas demanded, coming around the coffee table to meet his daughter at the front door. "You've been moody, acting out, berating us ever since things ended with that boy! It's time to stop taking it out on others!"

"Wow, that's encouraging!" Heidi spat. "He dragged me through the mud so bad that I actually need to heal like any sane person! Of course, you wouldn't know, since you both do the same to each other!"

"Don't hold me for your mother's actions!"

Nancy scoffed, coming between her daughter and husband. "My actions? You bring up every single problem!"

Heidi groaned. "We were almost on a different subject for a minute.."

"My baby has been wrecked!" Nancy argued. "Our daughter has been hurt by that boy too many times! Who's fault do you think that is!?"

"What, mine!?" Thomas growled. "You don't exactly set a great example either, Nancy!"

"'Kay, well, you two have fun with that," Heidi angrily pointed out. "I've gotta go."

"Heidi, do not put a hand on that knob!" Thomas growled. "Not until we've set things straight!"

"There's nothing to set straight, dad.." his daughter sighed. "Just waiting for you two to catch up.."

Her phone buzzed, indicating that her ride was outside.

"My little girl has been ruined by a relationship because I can't set a good example of love anymore!" Nancy tiredly argued, her eyes had bags from how late they were talking about the same thing for days. "And I can't depend on you to help with your head elsewhere."

Whatever that meant, Heidi didn't wanna stick around for it. "My ride's here.."

Thomas pointed a berating finger. "Karla! Listen to me!"

Out of confusion more than anything, Heidi turned around. "What?"

Thomas grunted in annoyance. "Heidi..I meant Heidi..!"

"Who's Karla?"

Nancy turned tired, bloodshot eyes to Thomas. "Karla!? Is that what this is about!?"

Heidi still remained unanswered. "Who the hell is Karla?"

"Since when have you started up, again!?"

With no idea still who the mysterious Karla was, that was even more of a shock. "Again!?"

"We're the only two at the restaurant late, Nancy!" Thomas groaned. "It's a release when no one can come to this house and clear their head! You said yourself, there's no example to set for our daughter anymore!"

There was a weird release in Nancy's body. Underneath the anger, defeat broke. Tears that can't help but creep out from the red and swollen eyes from endless fighting. Heidi hated that she knew exactly what her mother was feeling at that moment.

"Well, Tom," Nancy agreed with a broken grin. "That's good for you, then."

She left for the other room. Leaving her daughter to stare at her dad who had officially crossed the painful, awaited finish line. Something which Heidi expected to be much more fulfilling than this felt. As he raised his eyes to his daughter, she couldn't return any look as she left. Wiping building tears as she walked to the car waiting at the front of her lot. Heidi couldn't remember the last time she let herself cry since hardening her emotions.

She opened the car door, ignoring the curtain drawn back as her father watched her off. Heidi stepped into the backseat, knowing she could be mad at her parents all she wanted, but she was not much different from either of them.

"Hey," Kyle smiled at her through the mirror. Answered with barely a hum, he turned in his seat. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just parent drama.."

Kenny snorted, reaching into his hoodie pocket. "That makes three of us." He pulled out an old flask, unscrewing the cap as he took a swig and swallowed tough at the hard bourbon within. He held it out to Heidi in the back seat, which she gladly took. She chugged down its contents as Kyle watched from the rearview.

"No son of mine is gonna act like this!"

"Then I guess I'm NOT your son!" Stan spat, going downstairs as his dad followed him on his tail. He had a party to go to, and he was not gonna start the night this way. Not when he was already sure it was gonna be a shitshow with everything going on with Wendy.

"Stanley! Do not say that!" Sharon appeared from the kitchen, getting in between her bickering boys. Trying to settle the peace always fell on numb ears. It was times like this she both wished and cursed herself for wanting her daughter here as another voice. Yet Sharon couldn't subject Shelly to taking this on. "This is ridiculous! Randy, get back upstairs!"

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you, Stan." Randy demanded, circling around his wife who tried to barrier the hallway. Stan wasn't gonna give his father another look. "Stop!"

"What, dad!?" He spun around in the middle of the living room.

"Snubbing sales, rolling your eyes in front of customers, not picking up work, all of that is one thing," Randy reminded. "But purposely smearing the Tegridy name, publically? You've gone too far!"

"Stanley, is that true?" Sharon asked.

Their son sighed, stuck under their waiting glances. "Some college kids were interested, they came through me, and I told them they could find a way more authentic brand."

"How could you do that?" Randy said. "I've come to terms with you and Shelly's marijuana problems-"

"Problems-!?"

"But you cannot do that!"

"Randy," Sharon reasoned. "We need to take Stan off of work. It's enough."

Now he had reason to spin his anger on his wife. "What?"

"Look at what this is doing!" Sharon argued. "If you two don't resolve a bit of this, we're gonna lose this family! Stanley, do not move, both of you stay right here. I'm making a therapy appointment for both of you right now."

She left the room as Randy groaned, kicking the carpet with a toddler whine. "Sharon, we talked about this. No doctor is gonna resolve what goes on in this home! The only thing that will-"

"If you say 'tegridy, I'm gonna throw a book at your head.." Stan warned.

His father growled. "Would you now? You seem really into making a target of me lately!"

"Oh, shut up!" Stan demanded. "How has someone not made you a fucking target!?"

"I can name a few! The Big Vape Colorado Representative, for one-!"

In fury, Stan kicked the baseboard of the living room wall. Shaking a family portrait and farm pictures from his enraged impact. "You are an IDIOT!"

"Don't kick my walls in my house!"

"I'll kick whatever the fuck I want in your house!" Stan got up in his face. "And I'll say whatever I want about your brand! And how you're a soul-sucking, greedy, fucking vampire!"

"Stanley."

"And what else! How you drove your own daughter away and how she barely visits!" Stan jabbed. Randy was wary of the running mouth of his son spitting on him and Stan was starting to see red, and much less of his father. "Not to see me, or mom! Because of you!"

"Take a step back, Stan." Randy raised a hand, catching his shoulder as Stan pushed forward. "Right now."

"Or what?"

"You're gonna scare your mother."

"Good thing she's calling a therapist.." Stan spoke lowly. "That you fucking need."

"Stan, back off!" Randy shoved him away, unable to take any more of Stan's obnoxious snout in his face. "Do not try and treat me like some animal! I am your father!"

"Really!? 'Cuz I don't-!" Stan raked his head of hair and laughed painfully, unable to stand another day in this house as he grabbed his mother's glass vase off the fireplace mantel, and launched it to the ground. Shattering at Randy's feet. "I DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM!"

Sharon came back in upon the terrifying crash, covering the speaker of her phone and seeing the mess as her son spouted incomprehensible rage from his mouth. "Stan! Please!"

He was shoved again by Randy as another warning. "Take another step out of line, you're never leaving this farm again!"

Blind rage took over him. The fist once at his side clocked the bridge of Randy's nose and Sharon dropped the phone.

"STANLEY, NO!"

His mother's shriek went without hearing as Randy landed against the glass shards of the ground below his son. Feeling his nose snuff up and crack with a pool of blood spouting out as Randy clutched his nose in a startling shout, not to mention the impact from the glass piercing his fall. Sharon kneeled down, immediately trying to aid Randy up as Stan towered above.

The red in his vision faded, and he saw his father. Aided weakly to the couch by Sharon as he cupped the copious amounts of blood coming from his nose. The groaning and painful whimper in his dad's voice as he muttered something to Sharon quieter than the man had ever been expected to sound. His mother laid Randy down, unable to comprehend what had occurred and if that was truly her son who she stared at through her tears.

Stan didn't know either, as he fled the scene for Clyde's.

Wendy applied her magenta lipstick sparingly, looking in the standing mirror cornered in the lilac walls of her dim room. She hummed along woefully to Lana Del Rey's 'Summer Time Sadness' blaring from her phone atop her white-wicker dresser as she comprehended what this night may or may not have in store for her. Driving herself to Clyde's party may have not been the best idea for an escape plan depending on how drunk she was gonna end up. Based on everything, she was hoping to due herself the favor and black out the whole night. She clipped the cap of her lipstick back on and fluffed her raven hair. Not able to rid of every voice in her head telling her to scream, run, burn the house down, yell at her parents with every foul cuss she knew, in English and Spanish. Make things in a bad situation worst for other people. Maybe then she would be listened to from the heights of a fire she started.

The mob mentality in her head scared her, and she threw her lipstick to the pillow on her bed. Continuing to stare at herself in the body mirror absentmindedly. No fire Wendy could start would make her look any less than what Stan confirmed she was. A perfectionist that did no one any favors but herself.

A gentle knock came at her open door and her mother entered carefully.

"Mija, you've been quiet all night." Maria pointed out. "Gwendolyn, turn off the music please?"

Wendy wiped the corner of her lip free of lipstick. Maria observed the color choice.

"You know, you always looked nicer in a pretty pink-"

"What is it, mom?"

Maria entered as Wendy stayed in the mirror, watching her mother sit on her mattress and straighten out a pillow. Maria had something on her mind, and Wendy couldn't take another second of just nodding through a conversation.

"Bebe's mother told me you were talking about Bebe's trip to Paris."

Wendy played with the chipping white paint on her mirror's frame, pretending not to be interested.

"Some things are scaring me, Wendy."

Her daughter's baffled eyes looked up at the mirror, focused on her mother's hand still caressing the uncreased pillow. Lingering on an appropriate answer from Wendy, right as the girl noticed another presence looming outside her door.

"Dad, if you're gonna listen, come in."

Henry stepped into his only daughter's room. "You know I don't like where your behavior's been going."

Wendy walked over to her dresser, turning the music off as she gathered her keys. "I don't have time for this.."

"Mija," Maria warned. "You're not going until we say so."

She laughed in her chest and looked at both parents with an impatient scowl. Not caring if she should 'fix her face' the way she'd been corrected her whole, rule-specific life. Henry crossed his arms, displaying the cuffs of an iron-straightened dress shirt Maria made sure not to leave any pleats in. Wendy stared down the neatly fastened buttons on her father's cuffs. She wanted to light that shirt on fire.

"Wendy," Her father called. "If you have something to tell us, we're not gonna keep secrets in this house."

She pouted at the two hypocrites invading her space. "You kept the Harvard summer program a secret.."

"Enough," Henry warned, uncrossing his stubborn arms as he towered his shadow over his daughter's. Not gonna take back-talk from her when her success was due to his competence. Something his own father never offered. "Fix your face, and feel lucky if we let you leave tonight. This is not some camp counselor retreat we're joking around about, this is a highly expensive education. Is that clear?"

Wendy's confidence anchored, and she found her fingers trailing themselves to her front as her knees turned in. Staring at the magenta carpeting of her floor. "Yes, sir.."

"Henry.." Maria worried. Part of raising her daughter to be the most diligent young lady in this town was to teach her she could stand confident doing anything. Maria hated that it didn't include feeling equal under her father's gaze.

"Now, if you're gonna keep going back and forth with these ridiculous decisions," Henry said. "Sending you to Massatuchets is what's gonna happen so you may as well get used to it. But, if there's another option on your mind, speak now. Or no more faltering around."

She felt like she could shrink as she kept her gaze shielded on her boots. Feeling like her insides were shaking under her father's waiting glance. Maybe sucking it up and going to Harvard in the Fall would've made things better. And yet, everything Bebe and her friends reminded her told her to use what weak fight she had against her father.

"I'm not ready to go to Harvard, yet.."

Maria stood, weary of her husband tensing up in anger.

"I'm taking a gap year. For work and vacation.."

With what bite she had, she looked up to the loss of respect her father stared her down with. Crossing his arms again as if she'd broken the news that she'd run off to marry Stan. Something which, honestly, may have been a lot less worst at this rate.

"Wendy, I'm very disappointed in you."

His daughter's eyes fell to her feet. She should've just kept sparing the truth. Henry sighed as he left the room to leave his only child in the puddled state she was in. To have worked hard her whole life and to waste it on a chance to skip out.

"Gwendolyn," the girl lifted her worried eyes to her mother. Maria stood a little further the whole time before coming to her daughter's front. "Mi flor, I'm happy for you.."

Wendy blinked. "Really?"

Maria brushed a dark lock from Wendy's face, tracing her cheek. "I just...can't hurt your father, right now."

The hope in Wendy's heart shattered, looking to her father leave who seemed like his dreams were crushed in an instant. More than ridiculous, but Wendy couldn't say anything as Maria followed her husband out. Not before a heat rose in Wendy's chest, fists gripping both sides of her skirt, and she grabbed her car keys and sped past them both.

"Wendy?" Maria called, watching her daughter bolt down the stairs. "Gwendolyn!"

She made it out the front door giving both her parents the cold shoulder. Unlocking her car before getting in the front and barely acknowledged her seatbelt before she started the engine and backed out. Driving off down her neighborhood with the hope to keep driving.

To Clyde's party? No. Just driving.

To be continued...