North Park Girl (Stan Marsh x Reader)

Luck~Chapter 21

Y/n's POV
"D-Dad." I started but was harshly cut off as he took a turn down a road quickly. I bounced up and down on the seat beside him, his mouth was set in a straight line with his eyes focused on the road. "Father." I tried another way to get his attention but still nothing. It scared me even more that he wasn't responding then if he did. He looked straight ahead so I followed his eyes straight ahead and watched the road ahead of us.
I felt his eyes go to me making he shudder. I spun around and looked at him just to see him looking at the road again. "Get away from him" I jumped at the voice within my head, it was a soft cherubic type of voice. I looked around the car in a slight panic making my father glare at me. "What the h-hell are y-you doin." He complained. I could smell liquor coming from his breath making me scared even further. I kept my mouth shut as he look at me then back to the road.

"I said! What the hell y-you doin?" I opened my mouth and responded quickly with a simple nothing, upon saying that he didn't speak again but the voice in my head came back rather quickly. "Get away from him now, don't delay. Once this car stops run the opposite direction" Just as the voice faded the car started to break down. Smoke came from the hood making my father cuss loudly. "For Fucks sake!" He turned to me with a glare and spoke coldly. "You stay the fuck in here do you understand me?" I nodded in reply in a rush shaking as he exited the car and went to the trunk. "Go now! Escape, are you stupid!" I jumped at the voice in my head. My dad slammed the trunk shut and as he walked along the car his eyes met mine. They were cold, I've never seen him this mad before even if he drank so much. His disappeared from my sight when he popped the top.

Should I go? I watched a shadow work on the car as I debated. "Do it." the voice spoke again and that's what made me decide. it had to be my self conscious or something in that way. I opened the door quietly making it squeak suddenly.
"Y/n." My dad's head popped up from behind the hood I faked a smile with my heart racing and lied through my skin. "I wanted to see if you wanted help." He eyed my suspiciously but I guess he believe me because he nodded. "Grabbed a cloth from the trunk." I nodded and slowly headed towards the trunk again. I opened it and looked inside for a cloth, before I could grab it I jumped in shock as he yelled for me. "Did you find it!" I fumbled with my words but were luckily able to get it out. "S-Still looking!" My body started to shake violently and I blinked feeling a couple tears prick my eyes.

"Run now my baby, run" Before I knew it my feet just started carrying themselves and I was racing down the road both my feet becoming heavy after each step. I heard yells for me making me shiver but I didn't turn around. "Run to your friends. . . ." The voice stopped all of a sudden making my eyes widen, for some reason I felt a connection to the voice but nothing. I raced further down the road my breathing picking up.

I continued to run for miles without stopping, my heart rate had picked up to and extent where it started hurting. I thought about multiple times turning around and looking if he was following but I was to scared to even see his face. Who should I go to? Stan, Kenny? Kyle? For sure not Cartman, I mean he's not bad but just not someone I wanna be near.

I stopped running for the reason that my legs couldn't take me anymore. I was in South Park now but that just meant I was even more confused on where I was going since I don't live here. I stumbled down the sidewalk and passed by an abortion clinic. I remembered Kenny telling about the time Cartman was trying to sell stuff, Kenny wouldn't tell me what it was or why he was doing it and I didn't push him to find out.

It must have meant I was at least going the right way. I continued to walk until I hit an area where houses matches one another except for the colors. I smiled softly knowing that somebody's house will have to be down this way pushing me to continue walking. I hadn't talked to Anna for a little bit and it made my heart hurt. I had so much to tell her, to ask her. Just like with my mom. "Ugh!" I yelled out in frustration as I continued down the street. My mind was once again filled with thoughts and it seemed this whole day that was how it was.

"What the hell are you doing out here Bitch." Cartman's voice boomed beside my ear, I nearly jumped out of my pants when he said that. "What the fuck Cartman." I cursed and glared at him. In the outline of his bulky character I could see his hand was up and of course his middle finger, I rolled my eyes but then continued to walk out of anger. "What you want?" I couldn't stand talking to him, not right now. Not with everything going on. "I was just wondering if you were looking for somebody because you're in South Park." His voice had dropped to a low mumble but I heard him clearly. I laughed softly but not to loudly for him to hear.

"Uhm yeah, could you bring me to Stan's house?" I watched Cartman's face turn from okay to annoyed but it was only a split second maybe I had imagined it? Whatever. "So can you or not?" I stood there in the pitch dark starting to get annoyed. The wind became colder as the night continued on but still no response from Cartman. I wasn't even sure at that point he was still there.

"Hel-" I was cut off as someone briskly brushed past me muttering a "let's go" in an annoyed tone. I shrugged and followed Cartman in the end hoping he'd take me to Stan's. Why did I want to go to Stan's? Because he was the last person I saw before leaving and he deserved at least an explanation.

Throughout the time we walked Cartman made no move to make conversation and neither did I. My thoughts still went through my mind about everything that has and had occurred. "Here we are." Cartman's voice was awfully cheery as he finally spoke words to me. I didn't think much of it and just walked past him in a rush. mutterering a quick, "Thanks." under my breath. The house was a light green which confused me, wasn't Stan's blue? I shook the thought out of my mind and walked up to the house. I looked back and saw Cartman still standing there with a huge smile on his face. I wanted to stay something but I kept my mouth shut since he was creeping me out.

I knocked on the door and within a second the door was opened with Kyle standing there looking at me wide eyed. "Y-Y/n what happened to your face." My eyes widened and I brought my hand to my face not feeling any concealer on my face at all. I stared at Kyle's emerald eyes and his showed panic. Before I could turn around and run away or anything Kyle had grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house, I took one glance back to see Cartman smiling widely. What was going through his head?