||Stan's P.O.V||
I sit underneath a tree, fiddling my thumbs together, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, I was a mess.
Messy hair, bloody nose, black eye.
I sat there in silence for a bit, before I heard a familiar voice, " Stan?.." I look up to see Kyle staring at me, soon as I did, his worried expression twisted into horrified one, " what the hell?! " he rushed towards me kneeling down and caressing the sides of my face, " did.. did he—" I nodded, as soon as I did he furrowed his eyebrows looking pissed off as ever, " that bastard. " He growled. "Why didn't you call or text me?.." he began, "I.. I didn't wanna bother you" I stuttered out, looking down slightly, "stan..."
He brings my head up, making me looking at him,
" I'll always be here no matter how busy I am, understand? " , I softly smile, nodding.
" Good! " he smiles, "now let's get you cleaned up"
He stands up, holding out his hand to help me up, I take it and he pulls me up, I wince at the pain immuring from my ribs, Kyle looks at me with a worried expression, "Jesus.. what did he do?.." he mumbles under his breath.
|| Kyle's P.O.V ||
I hated seeing him like this...
I just wanted to do something..
Tell the cops, or... something!
But Stan begged me not to tell anyone, I don't know why he puts up with this.. his dad has been such an asshole ever since mrs. Marsh passed away.
Stan snaps me out of my thoughts.
"D..did you hear me Kyle?.." he quietly Asked.
" huh?..." I mummer
"I asked if you wanted to play video games at your house once I get patched up" he asks
"Sure, now come on." I kneel down, he proceeds to hop onto my back, wrapping his arms around my neck Tightly, I stand up and start to walk my house.
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, I know it was kinda short, but I rushed a bit ^^'' - rodentscum ♡
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"Crybaby." {Style Oneshots}
Romance♡ ♡ ♡ style Oneshots.♡ ♡ ♡ ⚠️warnings⚠️ -mentions self harm. -mentions mental illnesses. -abuse. -Smut??? -suicide ____________________________
