-this december-

-chapter 18-

ART IS NOT BY ME
TW- child abuse, outing, homophobia

December 3

Butters POV

ever since i found out about that post, i've been on edge, waiting for my dad to come screaming at me for kissing a boy.

i'm walking home now, with ken. pretty much everyone knows we're together now, not that i care much. we don't get much stuff for it, though cartman and some other kids have made some remarks.

it's worth it, though. i can hold his hand while we walk around together, and sometimes he kisses me before classes, which sure makes me happy. i like being with him tons.

"well, i guess this is my stop," i tell him, pausing in front of my house. he nods, ready to walk away but i hold on to his hand. he turns back towards me, confused. i take a look inside my house real fast and don't see my dad. so i flip ken's hood off real fast and give him a goodbye kiss. when i pull away, he looks pleasantly surprised. "bye, ken!" i say, opening my door. he waves back as i disappear into my house.

i walk up to my room and set my backpack down, but before i can do anything-

"BUTTERS STOTCH, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

my dad. he sounds pissed. and drunk. my heart practically stops.

it's ok, he's probably pissed about something else. maybe i forgot to put something back in its proper place. it doesn't mean he knows.

slowly, i walk out of my room and down the stairs. my dad is sitting on the couch, beer bottle in his hand.

"h-heya, dad," i say, slowly. "wha-what's wrong?"

he smiles, but not the good kind. "well, butters. would you care to explain what a picture of you kissing the mccornmick boy is doing on coonstagram?"

he does know. i was so stupid to think otherwise. i open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off again.

"and don't even think about lying to me, cos i saw you holding his hand and kissing him on your way home."

"y-you see dad, a girl from school took that picture and posted it. i-i didn't-"

"so are you dating that- that boy?!" he sounds disgusted. no point in lying, i guess.

"well, y-yea dad-" he laughs.

"really butters?! after all we've done for you, this is how you repay us?!" he yells. "and with that kid, too! you're making us look bad, that mccornmick boy is nothing but a poor, filthy, whore-"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT!" the words fly out of my mouth before i can stop myself. he looks shocked, but i can't stop now. i won't.

"KENNY MCCORNMICK IS A GOOD KID AND HE'S SPECIAL! HE'S NICE TO ME AND THE ONLY KID AT SCHOOL I ACTUALLY LIKE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME ANYMORE! YOU CAN SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT, BUT IM FINALLY HAPPY AND THERE AINT A THING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT! I DONT GIVE A FUCK-"

*SLAP*

i stagger backwards, clutching my side of my face. that stupid fucking wedding ring he barely wears anymore caught me on my cheek, i can feel blood trickling down towards my chin.

my mom, who had been standing in the corner this whole time, lets out a little cry of shock. my father glares at me, his hand still raised in the air.

i steady myself, still panting from shock. i ball my hands into fists and stand up straight. he looks proud, like he's won his sick game.

"i hate you," i spit, saying it as forceful as i can. he looks shocked, and i push past him, stomping up to my room. "i fucking hate you," i say again, but it's more of a whisper. he gets the message.

the second i get to my room, i can hear my parents begin to scream at each other. i slam my door, muffling their shouts. i'm so sick of this

i'm so sick of them.

i miss kenny.