You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

ten

tw: verbal abuse. aspects of rape/sexual assault. there are many aspects of trauma in this chapter, please proceed with caution. stay safe.

I woke up to my phone buzzing violently. With my eyes barely opened, I squinted, trying to look at the notification bar on my phone screen.

8x missed calls from: Kyle

Kyle: Babe where are...

I decided to open his messages.

Kyle: Babe where are you??

Kyle: Did you go home?

Kyle: Why did you leave?

Kyle: Are you okay???

Just as I finished reading the last message, my phone buzzed again and Kyle's name came up on my screen. I sighed and answered the phone, pressing the screen up to my ear.

"(Y/n)!" A stern, almost angry voice came from the other end of the phone, "What the hell! I've been trying to contact you all morning!"

I yawned, "I could see that. I just woke up,"

"Why the fuck did you leave? You had me worried sick!"

"I couldn't sleep, was all. I just wanted to go home,"

"I didn't give you permission to leave! How'd you get home anyways? Did you walk? It's too dangerous for you to walk in the dark alone!" Kyle shouted through the phone. It made my heart clench.

"I wasn't alone. Kenny took me home,"

There was a short pause before Kyle responded, shouting with pure rage, "Are you fucking kidding me? You fucked him! You fucked him, didn't you?"

"What?" I was completely taken aback.

"Don't lie, whore! Maybe your mom and Paul were right! You're just a fucking skank that will fuck anything that has a dick!"

His words hurt and I tried my best to stop the tears that threatened to fall down my face. "Babe.. what?"

"Don't 'babe' me! You know what.. I'm coming over. Just wait there,"

Beep.

I was mortified. I gripped my blankets and buried my face into them. I couldn't stop my tears now. They just kept coming.

.

A few minutes went by til my dad knocked on my door.

"Honey? Kyle's here for you,"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Kyle walked in before I could say anything. He closed the door and waited for my dad to walk away before he said anything.

"Are you seriously crying? Pathetic," he spat, "We both know you're only crying because you got caught cheating,"

"I.. I'm not cheating on you, Kyle,"

"Really? Prove it,"

"..What?"

"Prove it to me. Have sex with me right now. And I swear to God, if you're not bleeding because you've fucked someone else.." his sentence trailed off.

My eyes began to water again, "I don't want to have sex. Not like this.."

"I knew it! You're a fucking cheater!"

"I am not!"

He reached over and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the bed, "Then let me fuck you!"

"Kyle, I don't want this!"