Gerald knew what he had to do, but he didn't want to. Gerald pulled away from the now-abandoned school. Anyone who was shot in a fatal place that might still be alive was now left to die. Gerald looked at his son holding on to the rifle he used to do his deed. "So buddy, how did you get that AK47?" Gerald asked, trying to get information. "I bought it," Kyle replied. "No son, where did you buy it?" Gerald asked again. "From the black market..." Kyle replied, "Oh uh, Daddy uses the black market too!" Gerald lied trying to gain his son's trust so he can get information to give to the police. "What kind of stuff do you buy from there?" Kyle asked. "Oh... uh...Cocaine! Lots of cocaine!" Gerald "I wanna try cocaine!" Kyle said enthusiastically. "No Kyle..." Gerald said sternly
Gerald passed a sign that said. "South Park Children's Asylum." He made a turn into the parking lot, parked, then stopped the car. "Your voice Kyle, it's been so raspy..." Gerald said sweating "I think we should get you seen by a doctor before we uh... leave the city! That's right we have to leave the city!" Gerald added with panic in his eyes. "Ok Dad, just let me do something real quick..." Kyle said, pretending to believe his father. Kyle pulled out his vape and hit it hard, as Gerald watched Kyle take an impressively long hit on the vape, blowing vapor into his face.
Then Gerald's heart sank.
In the blink of an eye, Kyle was ramming the barrel of Mr., AK in between Gerald's eyes, drawing blood from the bridge of his nose. "DO YOU VIEW ME AS A IDIOT?! HUH?" Kyle shouted harshly as he felt his eyes burn "YOU'RE GOING TO PULL OUT OF THIS PARKING LOT AND TAKE ME OUT OF THE CITY! AND IF YOU DON'T I'LL...I'LL...BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!" Kyle shouted, not noticing his hesitation with his words, and began panting as his eyes burned more and put out red smoke.
Gerald saw the smoke and realized...The smoke was coming from Kyle the whole time. He didn't notice it at first when the smoke emitted at the school. "OK OK! P-Please don't kill me! D-Daddy loves you!"Gerald cried as rivers of tears leaked from his eyes.
Kyle took Mr, AK away from his father's head but continued panting rapidly as the smoke subsided once more...The burning stopped...Kyle sat back in his seat and began to bawl. "Dad, I'm Sorry!" Kyle cried and curled up into a ball and cried more... piles of fresh tears dropped and soaked into his bandanna and coat as he felt deep regret for the outburst to his father.
Despite all the adding red flags to this late night, Gerald undid his seatbelt, got out of his car, raced to the passenger side, opened the door, grabbed his son and held him close..."shhh son, it's ok... Daddy's here and I'm never leaving you" Gerald said trying to comfort his son "You've had such a rough day... shooting up your school and all..." Gerald said "Instead of turning you in... let me help you find peace" Gerald added rubbing his child''s back gently. Kyle didn't exactly know what Gerald meant by that... but it was better than being turned in just to rot away in a rubber room or jail cell. Gerald didn't let go until Kyle's crying ceased.
"Feel better?" Gerald said sweetly "Y-yeah." Kyle brushed himself off and waited for his father to let go. Gerald got back In his seat. And drove away from the hospital.
An hour passed, and Kyle fell asleep In the car, clutched to his gun. "There's no use in trying to confiscate it...for now at least." So Gerald decided to stop at a small 24-hour salvation store and get some food and comfy clothes for him and Kyle. He browsed and picked something for Kyle, A black t-shirt with a white digital gun on it with some camo shorts, picked some red pajama pants, and then got chips, drinks, candy, and instant macaroni and ramen. Gerald didn't want Sheila to see Kyle the way he was, so he went to buy a hotel for the night and an apartment through his computer, the reason why Gerald was up around 4:00 am roaming the school Is that Sheila and Gerald fought, and she kicked him out for a few days... and to see if Ike was killed... unfortunately he was shot, but he is ok and at the hospital. Police were calling many parents in one day.
Gerald was pretty smart to have his credit card with him, with his lawyer job he is wealthy, but he still hides the fact he has over seven hundred thousand dollars in his bank account. he would be stupid if he didn't have it, plus they were low on gas, and with his son being armed with a deemed illegal-without-a-permit firearm, he can't just return to South Park with his clusterfuck of a son... or whatever he was...So he supposes he has to play it safe.
Gerald finished shopping and drove to a nearby hotel, his son still sound asleep in his seat... Gerald could have taken another chance to report Kyle but it didn't come to mind anymore. He bought a room and carried Kyle to the room, still clutched to Mr, AK
"How is he doing that? That gun has to be heavy." Gerald said quietly to himself. Gerald laid Kyle down and removed Kyle's combats so he could be more comfortable. He tucked Kyle and...Mr, AK in. "Why am I about to do this..." Kissed "them both" goodnight. Gerald questioned his random antics as he went back to his car and got in it.
Gerald searched through the glove box and pulled out some Tegridy weed. "What a fucking day..." Gerald said as he lit up and smoked the joint he rolled. "Oh God, I needed this so bad... It went from my wife wanting a divorce to Kyle being a school shooter... Fuck me, man..." Gerald smoked until he was blazed out. "Why can't I get a fucking break.." He sighed as vented to himself.
He does not want his boy locked up. So he's going to attempt to heal his child before he returns to South Park. And he wants to love him more than any father would. That's what Kyle truly needs right?