South Park High School (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12 Butters

Butters POV

I crept down the stairs, hoping not to make any sounds to anger my parents, I skipped the noisy step, avoided the creaky floorboard, and made sure not to turn the loud doorknob I went over to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack from it to put on my arm, which was turning purple after my dad drunkenly hit me for being late.

I sat on the floor in my kitchen, just sobbing quietly as my arm ached from the pain and the cold colliding. I hated this, I wish I had stayed in Havaii with Kenny all those years ago. I hate having a drunk bastard of a dad and not knowing whether I'll get a nice or angry father when I get home from school, I hate that my mother watches and lets it happen. I hate that she tells him when I arrive late when I'm not home, I hate that she gets high and cheats on him when he's at work.

I heard the footsteps of my mother approach the staircase above me, I quickly but silently rushed over to the laundry. She wouldn't look here. She's too tired and high to think right.

"Leopold?" She said quietly. god, I hated that name. "Are you down here?" Her footsteps had reached the living room now, stepping on the creaky floorboard. "You know that if you're down here, I'll have to tell your father." She was moving almost as silently as me. She just didn't know where the noisy parts of the house were.

My breath hitched as I heard a doorknob scratch loudly as it opened. She was getting closer and I was getting more and more scared, I felt like I was 11 again after Eric called my parents in the middle of the night saying that I was shit talking them on a group chat. She walked around the kitchen a bit before I heard her walk back through the house to her and my dads bedroom. I walked out of the laundry and went to the downstairs guest room.

No one ever used it, so it was a sanctuary, no bad memories in there. I sighed and laid backward, positioning the ice pack on my arm so I didn't have to hold it. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I pulled it out to see I had 2 new messages. 1 from Kenny right now, 1 from Tweek from a few hours ago, I opened his first.

Tweek: Hey butyers, im soory for bomvardung you witj the crush stugf, I was hyped amd disn't think it throigh :)"

Tweek always had terrible spelling, even without his ticks from that coffee. Craig's is still trying to ween him off of it without giving him too much withdrawal. I messaged back a quick 'its okay' and a smiling face before opening Kenny's message.

Kenny: Buttercup?

Butters: Hey Ken, what's up?

Kenny: I'm sorry

Butters: Why? Are you okay? :(

Kenny: For not helping even though I could hear what your dad was doing

Butters: It's good that you didn't Ken. He would have hurt you far more than he hurt me.

Kenny: I could have taken it, I die all the time

Butters: If you say so, Kenny

Kenny: I felt that eye roll, Mr.

Butters: hehehe,  goodnight Ken, sleep well

Kenny: Goodnight buttercup <3

Butters: <3

I smiled, Kenny's one of the best people to me. He's endlessly kind and selfless, always putting others first, especially Karen. He's tough and smart when he wants to be, maybe not school smart, though. And he's so pretty, his golden hair and his dark blue eyes that contrast his slightly tanned skin perfectly. He had developed quite bad acne, but honestly, I think it looks alright. It's not ugly like he made it seem over the holidays.

I smiled to myself as I got off of the bed and climbed up the stairs into my room, crawling into my own bed sheets and looking at my background of Kenny at Starks Pond, I had cropped myself out of it. He had his hood up but it wasn't scrunched up so you could see his face, with his big toothy grin that had slightly messed up teeth due to not his dentist bills, he was holding the little frog we had found and named Harold, per Kenny's suggestion. I put on my music, plugged my phone in, and tried to fall asleep.

Time skip to 6am

I felt my phone vibrate on the other side of my bed, I reached over and grabbed it, looking at the notification.

Unknown Number: I know what you are.

'What do they mean? They know what I am? What am I? Whatever,' I thought and swiped off of their message and started scrolling through Instagram, looking at all my friends' new posts and stories until my mum came into my room, not high surprisingly. 

She sat down on the edge of my bed and just sighed and sat silently, her blonde bob falling in front of her face, and I could see tear lines down her cheeks, not abnormal though. I sat there and just watched her until she finally spoke. "Butters," I grimaced. "Your dads going away for 3 weeks to see your uncle and said that you're grounded again," She said. "Of course I am." I muttered, luckily she didn't hear me "I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to try and be a parent, but I don't care what you do these weeks, come home late, go out whenever, have sleepovers. Savor this chance to have a normal teenager life" 

She smiled at me and patted my leg before standing up and leaving. I was free for 3 weeks from him. I jumped up and did a little excited run on the spot. No dad and my mum were going to try and actually fix herself up. I've never been happier, I swear. I heard a buzz come from my phone, so I turned around and picked it up.

Kenny: Hey butterscotch, wanna go to school together, I'm taking the truck today

Butters: Sure!

Kenny: Be there in about 40 minutes Butt.

Butters: Do not call me that Ken, I can not

I went into the bathroom and peeled my clothes off of me. God, I hate this body, I wish I could just swap to someone elses for the day, maybe a girl. I hate showering so much, I hate feeling the water hit me, and I hate feeling my body as I clean it. It's much prefer baths but I don't have time for that.

After I got out of the shower, I got dressed in my basic outfit, jeans, and teal hoodie over a black tee. I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hand through my hair, Dad insisted I keep it short with the sides shaved, which I hated. It looks like a mop. I wonder if I can grow it out a bit or try a wig, Dad would hate the former, so I'll try the latter.

I sighed at my reflection, grabbed my stuff, and went downstairs out to Kennys truck that was parked outside. "Hey Buttercup," Kenny grinned at me, I grinned back. "Hey Zombie boy," I said, using my fingers to make air quotes. He had insisted that he couldn't die since we were like 10. He flipped me off and started the engine up, I saw my mum standing on the step, and she waved at me, I waved back and smiled. She lit up at that and smiled back genuinely for the first time in years.

Maybe these weeks will be better than expected.