You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

twenty one

omg the fact that this story is eventually going to end breaks my heart :((

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I stared at the red light that stood ablaze against the dark night, waiting for it to turn green. Kenny quickly fell asleep after our interaction and I didn't plan on staying the night at hospital. Since I didn't drive there myself, I had to make a few calls. The only person to answer the phone was someone I became close to through Clyde, Scott Malkinson. And before I left, all the hospital told me was that they had to do MRI's on Kenny.

"How are you and Clyde?" He asked nervously, a stutter cutting through his thick lisp, slowly stepping on the gas pedal as the light turned green. I assumed he was confused as to why I had asked him to pick me up and not my--ex--boyfriend.

"We broke up earlier today," I replied nonchalantly, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth.

Scott wasn't at all surprised. As close as he was with Clyde, he'd knew that Clyde wasn't the best boyfriend to me and Scott made sure to tell him that all the time.

"Then how come we're heading to his place?" Scott placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as if apologizing for overstepping any boundaries.

"I have to pick up some stuff of mine,"

After that, the car ride was silent. Nobody spoke until we eventually made it back to my apartment.

"Goodbye Scott. Thank you for the ride,"

Just as I was about to exit the car, he grabbed onto my wrist, "Hell no, I'm not leaving. You go grab your things and I'll take you to wherever you need to be. I know how Clyde is,"

I simply nodded in return and opened the car door again. As I made my way up the creaking stairs and into the dimly lit apartment, I could see Clyde sitting at the kitchen table with a beer bottle in hand. I tried my hardest to walk past him, but in a similar manner as to how Scott did he'd grabbed my forearm.

"Clyde, please, I just want to grab my things and leave,"

His brown eyes were glossy, similarly to how Kenny's had looked earlier today. But unlike Ken, Clyde was intoxicated. And stupid.

"You're not going anywhere. I love you,"

I tried to rip my arm out of his grip but I was unsuccessful, "What the fuck? Let go!"

He pulled me towards him and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look him in the face, "You don't have to grab your things. They're in the back yard," and with that, Clyde pushed me away and into the stool next to him. I stumbled and fell to the ground with the force that was pressed against me as I tripped over the metal stool. When I hit the floor, pain erupted through my nose. Blood gushed out of it rapidly and seemed to spray on the floor. It was a struggle to breathe. I placed a hand over my nose and grabbed the stool I tripped over in order to pull myself up. As soon as I was able to stand, I ran to the door and burst out of the apartment. I heard the car door on Scott's car open, but I continued to run and make my way to the backyard. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Once I finally made it, with a panting Scott behind me, the only thing I could see was a black pile of nothing illuminated by the pale moon. Upon closer examination, I realized it was char.

"It's all gone," I sunk to the ground, completely defeated and covered in my own blood, "he burnt everything of mine,"

"(Y/n), what happened in there?" Scott awkwardly shifted his weight.

"Nothing, I just fell and got a little nosebleed. Can you take me to my dad's please?"

Without asking anymore questions, and supplying me with tissues, Scott escorted me back into his car and had me type my dad's address into his GPS. I wouldn't be able to tell you how long the ride was being I passed out very quickly. Today was exhausting and I no longer wanted to be apart of it. Though just as quickly as I fell asleep, I was awoken with soft shakes.