Kyle's POV
I covered my ears at Stan who was nagging at me right now.
"Why didn't we have cuddle night?! What the fuck happened?"
He obviously doesn't remember shit of what happened last night. For better or for worst, I don't know.
I just shrugged as an answer.
I'm not on board with the idea of telling him now.
I don't know why but I have this really had feeling that something really bad is gonna happen today.
Let's just hope to God that I'm wrong.
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Everyone left Clyde and Token who were knocked out as shit and couldn't wake up.
We all headed back to university and the moment we entered the hallway Butters groaned.
"Well, I gotta go now fellas. I have chemistry as my 1st and we all know how mean Ms. Pop gets at us when were late" He waves goodbye.
After Butters left one by one we followed.
I had... poetry.... *sigh*
Well. Whatever.
I think I had this class with DavÃd anyway.
"As the lowly peasant bowed down, to his new master who will be the start of a horrifying nightmare. A nightmare that shall scar him for life, an audible question to wonder 'why has he chosen this way? for the eye is blind and yet the heart sees'"
I finished with a bow as I eyed Tweek who just smiled at me and DavÃd beside him who shot me a thumbs up.
Prof. Lee smiles at me.
"Good Job Kyle! I loved it! Waaaa, thanks for choosing the poem I suggested to you! You get an A+!!" She squirms in happiness.
Prof. Lee here was a saviour.
She was the only one who all the studies could relate to, she was a local favorite to the students. And I could understand why.
"Thank you" I smiled at her.
"Okay next! Eric Cartman to the front" She glares at Cartman who JUST entered our class.
Fatass tries to play cool and shit as he runs his hand around his hair. "Hey Prof. I was totes here from the very beginning." He obviously lied.
Prof just rolled her eyes and made him go into the front.
Ah yeah, she was also one of those types to just shrug of nuisances like this. Which was probably not much of a good thing but she didn't care.
The only time she does step in is when the commotion crosses her line.
"Today, I'll be talking about how gingers turn gay w--"
"ERIC! Our project was to pick out a poem and exclaim it out in front" Prof puffed her cheeks, fixing her glasses.
"Whoooooops! Well, huh, I guess you just have to make me do this next time right??"
"No, it means I'll have to give you an F."
"What?!"
"You heard me. Now get back to your place"
"But Proooof!!"
"That doesn't work on me you big bubble"
"Did you just call me fat?"
"Yes"
I mentally laughed inside.
Yeah, I can really see how the students like her.
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Prof. Yarn wasn't here today.
So in his time, we kinda just wandered off on the hallways, the monitors didn't mind. Since they knew.
Though, while I was planning to go to that empty classroom that I always did and think, I got grabbed by something- or someone and ended up inside the girls' restroom.
My face was forcefully being pushed under one the stalls, and I can definitely feel the heels on my head, making it bleed.
"OW! What the fuck?!"
I was fixated under the stall, and although my face was small enough to just back up from this position something behind me is preventing me.
Holy shit my face is presses up against a bathroom floor.
Fuck.
I looked up from inside the stall, finally noticing that somebody was in the stall too.
......
Huh.
Of course.
It'd be here.
The mythic bitch.
Wendy Testaburger
I was expecting her to squeal at me like the pig she was when she saw me but she didn't.
She instead grabbed her phone and took a photo of me there.
I confusedly stared at her.
She chuckled at me as she also, stepped on my face with her heavy as fuck heels.
"Kyle oh Kyle~ You really should NEVER mess with Wendy Testaburger" She sang.
I cringed at her voice but tried to keep a composed face.
"What the fuck did I ever do to you WENDY?" I glared.
She just stared at me and started laughing hysterically.
"Uh, isn't it obvious? YOURE BEING A COCKBLOCK! Stan, is MY BOYFRIEND. And you should keep your grubby hands off of him!"
My heart clenched as she proudly claimed him as hers.
"And that's of MY concern because...?" I faked.
"Don't you dare play dumb with me Broflovski. I know how you feel about MY Boyfriend and I'm telling you as early as now to BACK OFF. Before I'll do something I'll regret." She hissed.
That was the final straw.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I spat at her.
It reached her pretty bitch face since I'm damn good at spitting at other people.
"Yeah, I like him. Fine. I confess. But the hell are you gonna do about it, you skank?" I challenged her.
She looked at me in disbelief.
"Y-You! You DID NOT just spit at me!" She shrieked, surprisingly not breaking the mirrors with her voice.
"RED! HEIDI! GIVE HIM HELL!!!" She kicked me straight in the face which made my face go back rom the tiny stall bottom.
I looked up once more to see Heidi clenching her fists glaring at me, while Red was just frowning. She.... had an apologetic face though...?
Wendy slowly walked towards the exit.
"Ta ta gaywad~ May you leave me and my boyfriend alone to be happy" She blew a flying kiss goodbye as she left me.
I felt Heidi grab me from behind.
She was almost the same size as Cartman again, she had this thing where'd she'd turn fat then slim then fat and then slim. It's called the yoyo effect. But, just not that, she had mood swings as well.
She is kinder in her slim phase more than in the one she's currently in right now.
"You spat at Wendy? I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine" She then spat at me and her spit made me wanna puke. It smelled of Cartman's saliva and broccoli at the same time.
Heidi just hummed in satisfaction as she stared at my disgusted expression and she proceeded to kick the living shit out of me.
Her 10 inch heels not helping my situation at all.
I waned to fight back, I honestly did. But I just... felt tired.
I know, dumb excuse but I was just... tired.
I just wanted this to end.
Fighting back would just prolong it.
So... I don't care anymore.
I don't care how much it hurts.
I've felt more horrible than this anyway.
I glanced at Red.
Red was just staring at me at the side.
"Red! C'Mon girl, what the fuck are you waiting for? Scratch the shit out of him!" Heidi whined, kicking me harder and harder with every shot she does.
I can already feel the blood gushing out from my lip and near my stomach.
I hear Red sigh as she bends down to my level and she shows me her sharp looking red fingernails.
"Sorry about this Kyle..." I heard her mutter as she started scratching me everywhere. My face. My stomach. My legs.
I closed my eyes and just let everything happen.
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Red had already left since the bell rang. But it seems Heidi was really determined to kill me.
She panted as she dragged my unmoving body towards one of the stalls. She made me do a sitting position and got one last pain ride, pepper sprayed my face.
The burning sensation hurt, and the pepper spray made its way inside the wounds I had on my face.
Though, I couldn't care less.
It was over, I heaved a sigh of relief.
Before she left me, Heidi for some reason stripped my top and smudged lipstick all over my face.
I just kinda tried to get up from the stall and force my way to wall towards the door.
I had succeeded on standing up, but walking? .....No.
"This sucks..." I whispered.
But then the door suddenly busted open.
I looked up to see Stan, heavily breathing as he gripped the door.
It's Stan!
I could feel myself lighten up.
I tried to give him a smile as a gesture but I was surprised when he suddenly just grabbed my hurting self, dragged me outside roughly and then slam me on one of the lockers.
I couldn't believe this.
What the fuck was happening?!
I tried asking him but my mouth couldn't utter a single word, probably from all the bruises my lip got.
"I had to see it to believe it!" Stan suddenly yelled.
"Kyle? KYLE? Motherfucking Kyle?! Are you messing with me? You think this is fucking funny? Well big news buddy! IT'S NOT." His grip on me hurt. It wasn't even that hard, but it hurt.
"You... you piece of... how could you do this to me Kyle?!"
I forcefully spoke.
"W-Wh-Whaat... r youuu"
He slammed my head on the lockers once again.
"Don't you fucking play dumb with me! Wendy and Heidi told me everything! You harassing them as they were just going to the bathroom.... I thought you were better than that Kyle!"
W-What...
I felt my demeanor weaken even more as the realization of why he was doing this to me sunk.
Again.... its because of her.
"They both came crying to me with their clothes ripped apart and their lipsticks smudged! They even said you hurt Red so much, she was too ashamed to face me for help!"
It's all because of her.
My pain, My suffering....
Should I really be pointing fingers.
I'm just really tired now.
I just... I just wanted to be happy with Stan by my side, and him to be happy too.
.........
"You seriously have no fucking respect for me huh? You even went for my girlfriend!"
But I guess that was too much to ask for.
Too much.
My countless nights of comforting him and helping him were just not enough for the world.
My countless nights of trying to back up when he talked about Wendy.
My countless nights of not wanting to pity myself as my heart clenched whenever he smiled because of her.
All those things happening to me...
And it was just too much to ask to be happy.
I think I'm crying already... am I?
"What the fuck Kyle?! I thought you were my friend! I thought you were the only one who understood me! Why did you do it?!" He once again concludes
I could feel the tears dwelling up my eyes as he yells harder at me, accusations getting more false as he probably got them from Wendy.
"Don't you dare give me that look! Your not he victim here you piece of shit!" He spat more.
My heart broke and broke as he continued to yell at me.
The chances that I saw yesterday.... we're all being crushed.
Just because of how I can't stand up for myself anymore.
"I can't believe I ever considered you my best friend"
Those were the last words he told me before he walked out and grabbed her hand.
Oh, so she was there all along.
He left me there.
Beat up and.... hurt.
Not because of the bruises his bitch's friends' gave me.
But because of the reality of losing the only person that was always there for me.
It hurts.
I thought that I already felt the greatest pain for being a martyr for him.
But I was wrong.
It actually hurts more when you lose the thing you've been forcing to hold on for... For... h-how many years already...?
I can't... c-count anymore...
I'm drowning... drowning...
From my emotions, from the stress, firm the pain....
I.... I....
I just want to disappear now....
Thinking that I just lost the only thing- person that made me go on, I now felt the pain and all if the bruises that I had.
I chuckled.
Would you look at that... It seems like me thinking that when he'd see me, he'd be worried and comfort me made the pain non existent.
But now it's gone.
And now it really does hurt.
Fuck.
I'm such a pussy.
I keep on saying it hurts.
And I can't do anything about it.
I brought myself up, still hardly crying bit I ignored the pain. I walked straight to the nurse, each step I took I left a trail of blood and tears but I didn't give a shit anymore.
I had no reason.
No reason to be here.
No reason to exist.
No reason to smile.
No reason to be here.
"KYLE!!"
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*Yeah this was really bad. I wanted you people to feel how really Kyle had suffered just for Stan but I really can't type it to words. So just go wild with you imaginations, and may we kill Wendy the bitch one the next chapter*
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~Babai! ;)