The Poor and the Pretty: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Sixteen

"K-Kenny?" Clyde's questioned, shocked.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I glared.  "Did you fucking drug her?!?"

"You broke up with her over two months ago. You lost the bet.  She's mine," he replied.

"That fine ass will never be yours.  She's mine.  So if I were you, I'd get out of here before I kill you," I warned.

"Come on Kenny.  We're bros-"

I took a bottle off the dresser and broke off the end.

Clyde gulped, "Take her.  She's not worth this."

"You were going to rape her," I seethed.

"She wanted it," he argued.

"Then why drug her?" I clenched my jaw shut in hopes to keep my temper down.

It didn't work.  I charged at him with the broken bottle, but he left quickly.  I was ready to go after him, but I remembered-

(Y/N)...

I dropped the bottle and rushed to her.  She laid there in only a bra and underwear.  

"Looks like I got here just in time," I whispered to her.

I lifted her up and started out of the house.

"What are you doing?" Cartman asked, once I was out of the room.

"Taking her home," I replied.

"Why are you helping a bitch like her?" he asked in disgust.

"Call her a bitch again.  I dare you," I growled.

"Hey you are the one who broke up with her.  You really think a little name is going to hurt her as bad as you did?" he pointed out.

I looked down at her.  She had a frown.  Her brows were furrowed.  She slept with pain.  Pain I caused. 

"I got to go," I mumbled, pushing past him and others who stared at me with confusion and disgust for she was only in her underwear.

I put her in my front seat and drove to my place.  I tucked her into my bed and I slept on the floor to give her space.

I got a lot of fixing to do in the morning.