Kenny McCormick X Reader Oneshots

5 - Never Say That Again

Words - 726
Age - 17
Request - No
Pronouns - None stated                                                                                                     Warnings - Bad family situation, abuse talk

Your POV

I slowly creaked down the stairs in hopes to not let my dad know I was leaving. My parents couldn't care less where I was once I had left, but if my dad was drunk, which he normally is, and saw me leaving. He isn't happy. I'd be lying if I said he didn't scare me. He'd yell at me and hit me for no reason while my mom watched and said nothing. This has resulted in many bruises, some worse than others. I haven't told people about these almost daily occurrences, and if someone spots one of my bruises I make up a lie about where it's from. Normally Kenny is the first to notice.

I peer around the seeing if my dad was in his usual spot of the chair in front of the tv. He was, he sat in that light blue chair with a beer in his hand, focused on the show playing in front of him, it looked like some sport, I was never a sportsperson.

I tiptoe as close to the wall as I possibly can towards the front door, hoping the wood panels beneath my feet stay quiet. I almost make it to the door when a loud creak comes from below me. Shit. I look towards the light blue chair and see my dad peer around it looking at me, he slowly goes to put his beer on the table beside him as I book it out the front door knowing what will happen if I wait around any longer. I don't take my chances and keep running until I make it to the end of the block. I know he wouldn't go that far to get me.

I stop to take a breathe and clench onto my side, remembering the massive purple and blue bruise placed along my ribs. I had gotten it two days ago when I went out to watch the new Terrance and Phillip movie with the boys.

After the pain decreased I continued walking to meet Kenny at his house. We were going to have a picnic on the mountain park near South Park to just get out. He told me he had it covered so I brought nothing but my wallet.

I arrive to his house and knock, stepping back waiting for him to come out. He's told me I can just enter his place, but I still like to knock. Seconds later the boy on orange merges with a basket and blanket.

"Ready to go Y/N?" The tall boy asked my smaller figure as I nod. Somehow he got his license and a car before me so he was driving. We walk to his car, he places everything in the trunk then unlocks the doors for us to get in. When opening my door I managed to hit my bruise with the door, wincing at the aching in my side. 

"Y/N what happened are you okay?" Ken questioned me, getting out of the front to come check on me. I slowly nodded as a yes, clenching onto the spot the pain was radiating from. He saw through my lie and lifted the side of my shirt to see what the problem was.

"Kenny!" I stepped back a tiny bit in shock and embarrassment.

"I'm checking it, not being a perv" He explained looking at me then back down to look at my bruise. "Where did you get this" he demanded with a serious look.

"I fell down the stairs" I lie staring in his sea-blue eyes.

"You're clumsy but I know you didn't fall down the stairs." 

I couldn't keep lying to my best friend so I explained everything as we got into the car and drove to our destination.

"You need new parents. I'll be your new mom and dad! Your... Dom! Wait no!" He exclaimed as he drove, turning red and starting to fidget with the steering wheel. I guffaw at his comment and couldn't breathe. "Yeah yeah, I get it, wrong word choice."

After calming down I think of a response. "Daddy?" I smirk to get his reaction even though he can't see it. His face turned into a rose and he started coughing.

"Y/N never say that again" He stuttered out in embarrassment. Today should be nice.