-this december-

-chapter 25-

December 5th

Kyle POV

"yo, kyle!"

i turn. kenny's running toward me, a phone in hand. it looks newish, so i assume it's someone else's.

he stops in front of me, panting. "there-" pant- "there's a post...about you-" pant- "thought you should see."

he hands me the phone and bends over, resting.

its a coonstagram post. great.

blondie :0 :

*attachment.video.97*

omg, i totally knew it! guess @beanieboi has a chance now, lol!!! ;)

oh holy moses. this is the last thing i need.

i click on the video. it's me and kenny at the bus stop yesterday.

me: "i said im gay. is your hood muffling your hearing, too?"

kenny: "oh. i know"

me: "WHAT?"

kenny: "i said i know. is that hat muffling your hearing? anyway, yea, you're gay. big suprise. you like-"

the video cuts off.

i shove the phone back into kenny's hands.

"who the hell did that?" i demand. this is all kinds of fucked up.

he shrugs. "i dunno man. cartman showed it to me so i came here to show it to you."

"im going to fucking kill someone," i ball my hands into fists. i want to punch something so badly. preferably cartman.

or whoever did this.

"kyle!"

it's stan. i know without even turning around.

i do anyway.

he rests his hand on my arm, comfortingly. "dude, i saw the post," he says, looking sympathetic. he went back to school after i visited him, which was amazing. he looks a bit better, but there's still heavy eye bags under his dark blue eyes. with his dark-ish skin, his eyes look bruised. "are you ok?"

i nod stiffly. he smiles a bit. "ok, sure. who got punched?"

"no one yet," kenny interjects, fiddling with cartman's phone. "but i have a feeling someone is due a black eye."

stan chuckles softly. "why don't we head out? school's out and i'm back home!"

despite myself, i grin. he really knows how to make me feel better, to calm me down.

god, i hope that post is right.

-

i wasn't able to go to stan's. my mum texted me to come home immediately.

i step into my house to find my parents sitting silently next to each other on the couch, silent.

my mother looks like she wants to strangle my dad.

"hey, guys," i say.

my mother looks up, teeth gritted. "kyle," she says thinly. "would you care to explain to your father this post?"

my dad turns. "for the last time shelia, i'm not homophobic!"

"then show it, gerald!" mom exclaims, waving her hands as she talks. "would it really be so terrible for kyle to like boys!?"

"you're twisting my words! besides, with ike liking that goth kid, we need someone to carry on the family line!" they seem to have forgotten i'm here.

"good god! you are just so-"

"sorry dad, do you have a problem with something?" my voice is cool; i'm trying to contain my anger best i can.

"kyle, all i'm saying is that-"

"you do have a problem with it. i'm sorry dad, but you can't change who i am. you're going to have to live with this," i begin to walk up the steps to my room, but stop. "by the way, adopting kids is a thing. even for gay couples. shocker, right?"

my mom lets out a short laugh.

"both of you are just-"my dad starts.

"gerald, why don't you go out for a few hours. then you won't be bothered when stan and firkle come over," my mom says behind me. i smile while walking the rest of the way up the steps.