It's Complicated (Stan and Kyle)

Pocket Knife

--Kyle's POV--

Well we finally got home without anyone dying. I'm so happy I don't actually have to go to that camp. Well all I did was tell the guy that I'm gay and there's no changing that.

"Kyle you're going to your room when we get home. I'll come up there and talk to you. Stan you need to get on home." Mom said, she sounded mad but nice at the same time.

"Okay. I'll go home. Sorry for bothering you guys though." Stan said, politely. I looked over at him. He had his lips pushed together like he was nervous about something. Stan seen I was looking at him and smiled at me. He put his hand on my thigh. I felt a shock go through my whole body. I'm pretty sure I just got really hard, I've never did that before. It was a pretty good feeling actually. He took his hand off when he seen my dick practically floating my jeans in the air. He smirked at me. I started blushing I could just feel my face getting red I was pretty embarrassed to be honest.

"Oh you haven't caused any trouble." My dad said. I seen my mom's face scowl as she kept driving. Ike was already passed out after the first 30 minutes of the car ride. Stan put his hand on my knee. I looked at it his hand was red and bruised. It looked like he was in a fight. I was seriously confused I wonder who he got into with.

I'm pretty sure he seen me looking at it. He took his hand back and covered it with his sleeve. He looked really embarrassed but at least his face isn't showing anything unless he's covering it up.

I looked at him in confusion. I grabbed his hands and looked at him. They were scratched and bruised and dry blood over them. I was shocked, but I wanted to know who it was.

He wiped off the makeup around his eye to show I giant black welt around his adorable blue eyes. He leans closer to my ear. "It was Cartman." I looked at him in confusion. He got out his phone and went to the texts he had with him and handed me the phone.

"Haha you're gay?" Cartman texted.

"Yeah how'd you find that one out?" Stan texted.

"Wendy told me and guess what I stole your woman."

"No I broke up with her. You can have my leftovers."

"You wanna go, fag?"

"Sure. I mean Kyle's the one that got you two together."

"No I did it all on my own. And how the fuck can you date a jew?"

"Religion doesn't matter in love."

"Ugh you winey little bitch meet me after lunch behind the school."

That was the end of the messages. I'm pretty sure Stan won looking at his hands and only having one black eye. Wendy's gonna be pissed. I don't know if she'll be pissed at Stan, Cartman or both.

I looked at his hand again and shook my head. Stan smirked nervously. I held it with mine and rubbed the bruises and scars with my thumb. We reached the house and pulled in the driveway. Stan got out the car, while I woke Ike up. Mom, dad, and Ike went in the house. I hugged Stan goodbye he hugged back. And he walked down the road back to his house. I went upstairs to my room like my mom told me to do.

There was something that caught my eye and there was a Polaroid picture on my dresser. It was a picture of Stan and I in 6th grade. On the back it says "Never regret something that once made you smile. - Stan" I smiled putting it back on my dresser. I heard someone banging on something. I heard Ike screaming something. My mom walked in and shut the door behind her.

--Ike's POV--

Right when we got home I went upstairs. I was going to pick out a movie for me and Kyle to watch. I wanted to spend more time with him because I wanted to come out to him. For a long time I liked Firkle and he likes me too but we decided to just say friends.

"Sweetie you're going to stay in here for awhile while I do something real quick, okay?" Mom said as she walked in.

"Okay, why? I was going to watch a movie with Kyle." I said looking at her.

"Kyle this, Kyle that. He's fucking gay Ike. I don't want a son that's gay. I would rather have no son then a gay one." Mom said, as she backed away and slammed the door. I ran up to it banging on it. screaming Kyle's name. I don't think he hears me. I think mom's going to kill him.

--Gerald's POV--

I heard a door slam and Ike screaming I ran up the stairs as fast I could to see if Ike was okay.

"Dad, Mom's gonna kill Kyle!" Ike yelled.

"Calm down she wouldn't do that." I said. But I thought well she's Sheila she probably would.

"She's in Kyle's room with him now I think she's going to kill him!" Ike yelled, starting to cry. I ran over to Kyle's room and busted the door open. To see Kyle running toward the window and Sheila running at him with a pocket knife.

--Kyle's POV--

"Was that Ike? Is he okay?" I asked mom. She ignored the question and walked toward me.

"I gave you one chance. And it was to go to that camp and make yourself not gay. You didn't take the offer. You're going to go to hell you know that right?" Mom said looking at my eyes. Going to hell was the one thing I was always worried about. And she knows that because I'm her son and I always asked why God sends people to hell.

"I'm not going to hell. God wouldn't send me to hell just because I like guys instead of girls." I said looking at her.

"Well why don't you find out." She said, pulling out a pocket knife. And walking toward me. I didn't know what to do. My own mother was about to kill me. I ran toward the window and opened as fast as I could. My mom ran toward me. My dad busted in the door. I was already 75% out of the window. My mom stabbed me with the knife and kept it there as I was falling leaving a giant huge gaping cut on my leg. It was so painful I couldn't even describe. I screamed the loudest I could scream. I fell and it felt like it was going in slow motion. I made my way closer to the grass and landed. It hurt so much that I bounced a little back up the air and landed. I passed out right in my tracks.

--Ike's POV--

I couldn't believe what I just heard and seen. I ran up behind my mom and knocked her out with a frying pan.

"TAKE THAT BITCH!" I screamed, looking at my mom's passed out body.

"Dad call 911. I need to see if Kyle's okay." I said running down the stairs, as my dad ran toward the phone. I ran outside to see Stan already there.

"What happened?!" Stan screamed.

"A lot. Just make sure he's still alive." I said, running back into the house for a towel. I ran back outside and put pressure on the huge cut on his leg so the bleeding would stop. Stan put his ear up to his mouth.

"He's still breathing!" Stan yelled.

"Thank god." I said, so relieved. Sirens going off, police came in the house and arrested my mom taking her to jail. The ambulance came and put Kyle in. Stan jumped in.

"You need to go with your dad and follow them to the hospital." Stan said, looked at me.

"Got it," I said going to get my dad.

My dad ran out the house, "Come on, lets go!" He yelled getting the car, as we followed the ambulance.