I know - Kyman Fanfic

Chapter One

I watched how my mothers eyes watered again. Her face and palms sweaty, Ike crying silently beside my body, me crying too. It's the 10th time this week that my parents have been fighting. It's scary, seeing them have a go at eachother.

"Fine! If you want a divorce, I'm more than happy to do it!" I heard my mother scream at the top of her lungs; broken. I stopped breathing, Ike weeping into my hoodie. All I could do was watch how my father stormed out of the door, red.

My mother looked sadly up at us. No one spoke, Ike and I just went up to our rooms and went to sleep; along with my mother. Well, I didn't exactly go to sleep. I just hugged my stuffed bear, worried.

What would happen next? Another fight? A paper? Having to choose sides? I suddenly choked on my spit, shooting up. I coughed, covering my mouth but it continued. My mother had to walk in and check up on me.

She pat my back, accidentally too hard. She then hugged me, warm and inviting. I hugged back, I needed to.

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The next day I was seated at the table, watching my parents fill out forms. "I'll have Ike. There's more kids down at where my parents live." My father spoke, making my heart stop.

"No! I'm his mother, I decide whether he stays here or goes!" Poor Ike. He was at school. I had to stay behind because I couldn't stop crying last night and I couldn't face anyone without bursting into tears.

"What matters most? Happiness, or a bad environment?" My mother cringed at this, sighing. "Two weeks with me, two weeks with you. It's only fair." I watched my mother sadly nod. How could she? I held back tears, though, and sipped on my water.

"Kyle, you're old enough to decide where you want to go." My heart stopped, yet again. When could I finally get a break? "Do you want to stay with me or you're father?"

"Well..why can't Ike choose?" I asked in a concerned tone. "He's 9, he's old enough."

"He can't choose because he's not 16 yet, end of story." My fathers words were sharp. And yet another fight broke out. I couldn't help it. I fled to my room, my eyes bursting out into tears.

"I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, punching my door. Oops. I made a big hole. I couldn't help but cry more. I was helpless..

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It was only a week later and I hugged Ike goodbye. I wouldn't see him for a while but I could message him at least. I waved goodbye as the car drove away. My mother was quiet, returning to the kitchen.

I followed and sat at the table, enjoying the pancakes she made me. It was so weird being just us, why couldn't we be a normal family again? Ike didn't fully understand what was happening, only that he had to go back and forth every so often.

My father wasn't too pleased with my decision, looking disappointed as he left. But I couldn't leave my friends behind, we're better than ever. Stan and Butters have been dating for a year, Kenny has about 20 girlfriends and 10 boyfriends, and Cartman is a bit more well mannered.

Stan has gotten into the habit of drinking and smoking, usually wearing a straight face. Butters helps him make music and has been sent to a new family. They're nice, way better than his biological parents. Kenny is doing surprisingly good. With all of the drugs, alcohol and toxins he smokes like Stan he's always healthy in the morning.

Then there's Cartman. He's had a dramatic change in..everything. He's lost a few pounds, yet I still call him fatass, he's a little nicer but still sick minded, and we're on better terms.