Crenny things || South Park

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Tw; Abuse, language.

Ignore my terrible writing I'm still learning, plus I made this after not being able to sleep for an entire night!!! Thank you !

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                                                                  "Fuck,"

Fuck was all that Kenny could mutter under his breath as he ran home.

He had accidentally dozed off at the park, and now he was late to return home. He guaranteed that his dad was most likely drunk now, no. He was going to be drunk. He didn't want to experience what he did a few nights ago, he hated it when he was hit. He would have to protect Karen from him, he would never stand to watch her be beat up by their father.

He made it to his front door, catching his breath. He slowly turned the damaged door knob, barely opening the door to get inside. He quickly shut the door and attempted to run to his room.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Damnit.." Kenny muttered as he halted to a stop. "I was at the park," he said, truthfully.

"Bullshit," his dad grumbled.

Before Kenny could react he had an empty beer bottle flying towards him, he winced in pain at the impact. He had to sit through quite a few hits and emotional abuse, and after he was pretty messed-up looking. Kenny limped quickly into his room, he wondered where Karen was. Oh she was probably somewhere with her friend,

Craig tucker's sister.

Gee.. Craig tucker? Kenny remembered when they were little kids, Craig's monotone voice and his love for outer space, his shiny black hair.. He was honestly kinda cute. Oh what was he thinking? He hadn't talked to Craig in a while, maybe he could visit in the morning?

Kenny went into the bathroom to clean up. He grabbed a worn cloth and used ice cold water to clean off his cuts, he wished the water could be warmer but I guess you can't have that privilege in a poor and abusive family. His dad had passed out of the couch, he searched around for a snack but he found nothing. He sighed before returning to his room to go to bed.

"Ughhhh...." Kenny groaned, it was hard to sleep. He pulled out his phone, it wasn't the best but it was better then nothing. He texted some of his friends for Craig's number, Stan was the only one who replied. He texted Kenny a phone number, hopefully it was Craig's..

He texted the number, waiting for a response confirming it was Craig's. An hour later a notification popped up

'Uh yeah, this is Craig. Who the fuck are you?'

Kenny sighed with relief. Hoping Craig would remember.

'It's Kenny, I know you probably don't remember me but can we hang out tmrw morning?'

Kenny anxiously waited for a response. He fidgeted with his hands while he waited.

'Kenny? The whore? Yea I remember. Sure, idrc if you come over.

Kenny giggled at the title Craig memorized him by, with an answer from Craig Kenny turned over as darkness swallowed his vision, going into slumber. He groaned when his phone alarm went off, it was 8:00 AM on a Saturday. Kenny got up and wore a plain white t-shirt and put some shorts on. Then he grabbed his orange parka and slipped it on. Time to go to Craig's.

He made it into the living room, surprisingly his dad wasn't there. There was still no food. He frowned and decided to go out the window because the door would have creaked, alarming his dad and mom he was leaving. He quickly snuck out the window and texted Craig to text directions to his house. Kenny's never gone to Craig's house.

Kenny arrived at his doorstep, it seemed like a pretty big house compared to his. He knocked carefully. He waited for someone to open the door, luckily it was Craig who opened the door, gee he was taller then me...

"Hi—" I began to wave but I was cut off by Craig,

"just come inside," he talked in his usual monotone voice. He looked at me up and down, probably looking at all the cuts and bruises from last night.

I followed him inside, I immediately noticed the kitchen. "Wow.. is that real food?" I muttered out loud. "What do you mean?" Craig paused and turned around to face me, "What do you mean by real food?" I looked at him nervously, "I just.. haven't had food in a while, let alone real food," I mumbled, "Gee what are you, poor?" He grumbled.

"yea.." I muttered quietly, Craig takes a big sigh after I keep staring at the food, "You can have some food, I'll be upstairs," he finally says and he wanders upstairs.

"But my dad would get upset if I ate so,etching good without bringing anything back, but I can't steal either.." I sigh and grab an apple and bit into it, and oh it tasted so good.. I ate it like I haven't eaten in days, which I haven't. But that's not the point. When I finish it I slowly go up the stairs and try to find Craig. His walls weren't beat up and there was no glass everywhere.

I slowly creep into his room. "Hey uhm.. can I actually stay here for a few days? I don't really wanna go home after today.." I mumble to him. "And where the fuck would I keep you?" He growled, "I don't know?" I reply honestly, "just somewhere your parents won't find me.." i whimper, "Dude, my parents aren't bad people, why are you so scared?" He questions me. I don't wanna answer. I just shake my head in a No motion and he took the hint. I just kind of sat on the bed with my parka on, I was getting pretty hot with it on top of my regular clothes. I think Craig noticed. "Is that parka too warm in here?" He asked, a slight hint of concern.

I nod.

"Is this one of your whore tricks?" He growls.

I shake my head no.

"Fine, take it off as long as you have something under there," he sighs.

I unzip the parka and take it off, he stares at the bruises and cuts I got from last night, he looks slightly sick from it, "are those from y-your dad?" He asks, a genuine concern visible in his tone. "Yea, uhm, it's getting late isn't it?" I ask, trying to avoid anything about my dad. "Yeah, it is late. I don't have a spare bed so you can rest in mine," Craig sighs, hoping I don't pull any whore tricks.

My face turns slightly red as I lay on the opposite side of the bed from him. He pulls his thick blanket over us, it's warm. No more cold nights. After a while he's asleep. I just simply get a little closer to get more warmth. I end up falling asleep basically cuddling him.

What was I thinking?

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