I'll love you till the day that I die (stanxkyle)

Part 2

Stan's pov (a week before the suicide) 15:00

I enter my last period of the day at school. Kyle kept on asking me to hang out, I actually don't wanna because i just want to sit in my room and cry until i physically can't cry anymore. But Kyle can always cheer me up.

I sit next to the redhead and look at him. I've always had a crush on him. He's so cute and so pretty.

"So you wanna get high after school?" Kyle asks me. I raise my eyebrows. "U getting too addicted but sure Ky." I smile at him. "Im not addicted jesuz." Kyle tells me while he rolls his eyes. I chuckle and go back to doing math problems.

Me and Kyle are smoking weed together and we're both pretty high. I suddenly feel Kyles hamd slide up my thigh. He's always kinda turned on while were high?

I look at him and chuckle a bit. Kyle leans in to kiss me. How high is he? I lean in a bit too. We've already kissed with each other multiple times while were high. But then the next day when i mention it he gets red and denies it happened.

I kiss him back and we just kiss for a while. Without tongue just normal. I pull away and look at him and we giggle a little. "You're so pretty Ky." I tell him while giggling. Kyle stops giggling and looks at me. "So are you Stan." He says and he kisses my cheek.

Me and Kyle wake up in my bed. We're cuddling but when kyle notices he pulls away fastly and apologizes. I tell him its okay and its my fault for being so clingy.

I face away from him and form a big blush on my face.

The next morning its Saturday. Kyle had to go early because of something at home. I go downstairs to eat something because i haven't ate in days. I open the fridge and see my dad coming home. He seems drunk. I start praying in myself that he isn't going to hit me or even notice me. At first he doesn't so it seems like im safe.

"Stan are you there in the kitchen?" He asks me. I freeze and hold my breath hoping he won't go looking for me. "Stan I know you're there i heard you mess around in the kitchen. Answer me boy you know the consequences." He tells me strictly.

I breathe out. "Yeah im sorry im here." I tell him  quietly. He stands up and walks over to me and towers over me.

I look scared at him. "How did your spanish test go?" He asks me sternly. My eyes widen. "Uhm i dont know." I lie. But of course my dad sees right through my lies. "I know you're lying give me the test." He opens his hand. I sign and walk over to my backpack to pull out the test. I grab it and give it to me. He looks through it and then looks at me angry.

"Whats this? I didn't raise a boy for him to be a failure!" He yells at me. I get scared and start to tear up. "Im sorry dad i-". "No nothing im sorry dad you need to be thought a lesson." He tells me angrily and he slaps me hard. I look at him with shock.

"Dad come on all of this over a stupid test!" I yell at him. "Dont yell at me you little faggot!" He yells at me and kicks me hard in my knee. I stumble backward and fall on the ground hitting my head on the way. He grabs a knife from the kitchen and puts it on my face. I shake my head and start to sob.

"Cut yourself with it you little fag!" He yells at me. "No dad please no stop please." I plead while crying. He puts the knife away and signs. He kicks my stomach and goes back to the couch to sit on there. Im left on the kitchen floor crying.

Later im in my room. Its late at night and im crying in my room while smoking weed.

I hate my life and myself and i wish i was dead

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Im really tired so sorry for the short chapter