Hero [Stenny]

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Hero

SomeSouthParkFan

Mom was released from the hospital 3 days after Kirby was born. Today, he's now one week old. Kevin has been helping mom while dad's out...which he is 95 percent of the time. Karen hasn't had much time to help because she's been "working" double time to help mom and dad buy things for Kirby. I knew she would come around once he was here. I would help, but I'm afraid that dad will find out. I guess it doesn't really matter since he beats and rapes me no matter what. I'm lying down on my bed when there's suddenly a knock on my door. "Yes?" I answer.

"It's mom, can I come in?"

"Sure." Mom comes in my room and sits on my bed. "Is something wrong?"

"I need to run out and pick up a few things for Kirby. Can you watch him while I'm gone? You're the only one here and I don't know what time everyone else will be home."

"I don't know mom, I mean, dad said I'm not allowed near him."

"Your dad isn't home. We'll just keep it as our little secret okay?" She winks at me.

"Are you sure you should be out and about anyway? I mean you just had baby a week ago."

"Kenny, this is my fourth child, I'm okay. Now can you please watch him for me? He's sleeping right now and I'm sure I'll be back before he wakes up."

I sigh. "Sure mom."

"Thanks baby." She kisses me on the forehead and walks out. So now I'm here all alone with Kirby. Hopefully he'll stay asleep. I have the feeling that if I were to pick him up, even for a second, my dad will find out about it.

About a half hour later, I hear Kirby crying. Damn it, mom still isn't back. I head to mom's room and I rock the bassinet. "Shh, it's okay Kirby, it's okay. Mommy will be home soon." Of course this is ineffective as he continues to cry. "Oh come on Kirby. Please stop crying." I want to pick him up and rock him back to sleep, but I'm not allowed to pick him up. "Maybe you're hungry." I head to the kitchen and fix him a bottle. I head back into the room and try to feed Kirby, but he refuses to take the bottle and continues crying his head off.

"Kirby, you have to stop crying. Please. I don't know what else to do." There's only one thing I can do, and I really hate to do this...it's not that I hate to do it, it will just cause a lot of problems if I do. I pick Kirby up and begin rocking him. He stops crying instantly. That's all the little guy wanted, he just wanted some affection. I look down at him and smile. I give him the bottle again and this time he takes it. I sit down on mom's bed and feed him. He seems to be much happier now as he coos quietly.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?"

I look up and my eyes widened as I see dad standing in the doorway. "Dad…"

"I asked you a fucking question boy! What the fuck do you think you're doing" He walks over to us. The closer he gets, the more liquor I smell.

"M-mommy had to go to the store and s-she asked me to w-watch K-Kirby." I stutter. Oh God, I feel like shitting myself.

"Stop talking like that!" Dad barks.

"S-stop t-t-talking like what?"

"Stop fucking saying "mommy" you're not fucking four years old. Grow the fuck up already!"