Why Don't You Love Me... //style South Park

Chapter 9

"Okay. I can do this. I can and I WILL do this. Come on Stan, you can do it!" Stan stood in front of his mirror, practicing what he'd say to Wendy when he'd see her.

When he confessed his real feelings to Kyle, he was sober enough to mean and to remember it.
So now he wanted to break up with Wendy. For good.

He still wasn't sure of what he'd say when he heard a ping on his phone.

It was a text from Kyle.
Stan couldn't help but smiling while he read it of his homescreen.

{Hi! Uhm. Do you wanna come over?}

{yeah, I'd love to! When's a good time 4 u?}

He texted back.

{if you wanna come now, that'd be nice :]}

Stan's smile grew even bigger, but it immediately dropped when he saw the other text he got.
From Wendy

{heyyy babeee can u come overrr;)}

Stan sighed while he realized that he should first go to Wendy.

~

Kyle looked at his phone, for the 100th time this past hour. But no, still nothing from Stan.
Normally, Stan would never just leave him on read.
When another ten minutes passed, and he still didn't have any notification from Stan, he decided to go over to Stan's place. You know, just to check if he was allright.

"Mum, I'm just going to Stan for a minute, I will be back before dinner!"
He shouted while slamming the door behind him.

Ms March opened the door, and looked surprised when she found that Kyle was standing there.
"Oh hello, look who it is, Kyle!"

"I- sorry for just coming over without asking you first, Ms March!"

"Oh, no problem dear boy! You are here for Stan, right?"
She asked, smiling warmly.

"Yeah- I- is he up his room?"

"Ah, no. Didn't he text you? He is at that girl's place, uhm what's her name again... Wendy."

Kyle his mood changed from worried into sad and angry in less than two seconds.
"Ah. Okay. I'll be going than. Thank you Ms March."

~

"What!? You...you are breaking up with me!? I- I don't- what!?"
Wendy was shocked.

"Yeah. I- yeah."
Stan tried keeping his cool, while all he wanted to do was run away, to Kyle.

"B- but why-"

"I have someone. Someone who actually likes me, and doesn't just come to me when they're bored. Someone who cares for me. And I care for them."
Stan could feel butterflies in his chest while just talking about Kyle.

Wendy looked at him with disbelief.
"But baby~"
She came standing closer
"Don't you remember our fun times?"
She almost whispered, seductively, and tried to put her hands on him.

Stan pushed her away and stepped back.
"I don't want to be with you anymore. Never."

Wendy now rolled her eyes, Saying, "sure, Stan, sure. Whatever dude. Next week, you will be eating my pussy out."
She chuckled. "You always come back. You dog. You're a dog Stan, my dog."

This time Stan was shocked. He knew Wendy was toxic, but he'd never seen this side of her.
"I- no. I am not coming back anymore. Bye!"

He ran away, to the buss stop.

On the buss, he saw that he had new texts of Kyle. But this time, the text didn't make Stan smile.

{you went back to her. Ofcourse you did. I cannot believe that I thought you had changed one single bit, Stan. Fuck you.}

{just- I can't do this anymore, Stan. I can't. Tell my parents it wasn't their fault}

Stan's face turned gray, while reading the text, and even grayer when he realized the scars in Kyle's body. "Oh fuck..." he whispered.

~

Kyle heard his phone ring, somewhere in the distant. Than it all turned black.

~
"Kyle...come on pick up pick up pick up!"
Kyle hadn't returned any of his calls, and Stan was worried sick.
"You have reached the voicemail of-"
"Shit!"

Once he got off the buss, he ran to Kyle's house.
He rang the doorbell, like, a hundred times before Ike opened, his face covered in tears.
"S- Stan- he- he did it again- I- he promised not to- what do I do Stan, I don't know what to do-"
Ike sounded totally in panic.

Stan didn't say anything, he just ran upstairs, fearing that he was too late.

There, in Kyle's room, Kyle lay on the ground in a red puddle of blood.

"Fuck!" Stan felt tears making his eyes wet, and somehow, he still managed to call 991.

"Hello how can we help you?"

"My- my frie- my boy- my he- I- there is blood, a lot of blood-"

"Please calm down sir, try to formulate your sentences."

"MY- KYLE! KYLE IS LAYING IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD! IT IS SO MUCH BLOOD- I- PLEASE SEND AN AMBULANCE! THE ADRESS IS XX-XX-XXX"

"Okay sir, please stay calm, help is on its way."

"Shit shit shit!"
He called Kyle's dad, who's number he luckily had.
"Stan? It is not the best time for calling boy."
"I- no sorry sir- but- Kyle- I called an ambulance-"
"WHAT!? What's wrong!?"
"Just- please just come home- I-"

Stan heard sirens in the distance, and he turned to Ike, who stood behind him.
"It- it's gonna he okay, Ike. I called an ambulance. It's gonna be okay."
He then hugged the small boy, and walked with him downstairs.
"Look, the ambulance is almost here Ike- it's gonna be okay I promise!"
Ike sniffled.
"K- Kyle promised t- too-"

There stepped people out of the ambulance, asking if Stan was the person who called.
"Y- yeah- he- he's upstairs-"

They walked in with a stretcher, Stan had to show the way.

They came out of the house again,
with Kyle on the stretcher, Stan holding Kyle's hand, mumbling silently.

~

"Mommy!" Ike ran to his mom and dad, who arrived in the hospital after forty minutes.
Kyle's dad walked up to Stan who sat in the waiting room, no color in his face, and dried up tears on his cheeks.
"Stan, boy, thank you- I-"
He pulled Stan in for a hug.
Stan felt new tears coming.
"I- I had to tell you- and- and his mom that- that it wasn't your fault but- but it- I-" Gerald looked at him with sadness in his eyes
"He tried this before you know. We- we went to a therapist, but that clearly didn't help." Stan wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh at the joke.

"Anyhow, I- thank you for- for-"

"Hello? Can people who are here for Kyle Brovloski follow me?"