Butters POV
I'm taken out of my trance by the school bell not even 10 feet from my head. Making my way to the locker I see Cartman standing there waiting for me. "Uh hey Cartman." "Hey Butters I need to tell you something..." Eric's eyes are swollen and red, it looks like he's been crying a lot. I hope he's ok. "I'm sorry for how me and my friends acted towards you, I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry for what I did. You were one of my best friends." I stood there for a few seconds trying to take in and understand what he's saying to me. It's so unorthodox for him to apologize. "Uh... it's ok Cartman. Thank you for apologizing." We stood there in an awkward silence before he takes a deep breath in and breaks the tension. "I'm gonna go now, by Butters." He walks swiftly and quietly trying not to draw attention to himself. I think he was probably hit the hardest by Stans death. Poor guy.
That has to have been the nicest thing I've ever seen him do for me. Even if it was just an apology, it's really nice to hear him say that. I really hope this is going to be a new beginning and maybe we can be friends, I know it sounds really awful to say but maybe something good could come out of this. I open my locker and place all of my books inside, "thank goodness it's sometime." I say to myself quietly. The bus ride was awfully quiet, everybody seems to be so depressed because of what happened. I hope it isn't like this for long. When I get to my house I can hear my mother crying faintly through the front door, I open it and make my way inside. I see her sobbing at the kitchen table. I try to make an attempt to comfort her but she just pushes me away and tells me to go upstairs. Dad probably scolded her again, it breaks my heart to see her cry. I swiftly make my way up to my room being extra careful my dad doesn't hear me. I couldn't imagine what he'd do if he saw me after something like this happened.
I can't stop thinking about what happened with Kenny today. We almost kissed, it feels like it isn't even real. Eric too, what was up with him? He's usually the one that bullies me the most... at least verbally. Stan used to do physical stuff to me... But either way it was really weird seeing him be so polite, I think maybe what happened to Stan made him question his behaviour, I mean he was never really a good person. My train of thought is interrupted by my phone buzzing. Token sent me a text. "Sleep over at my house tonight? Pool jus got cleaned." Yes! I love having sleepovers at Tokens house, his family is really rich and we stay up all night playing video games, plus we usually go skinny dipping. You can tell he takes care of himself, he looks really good hehe. I should start packing my stuff. It'll be nice to get away from whatever is happening here. I go downstairs quickly to confirm with my mom that it's ok to go. She quickly accepts and I nearly run back to my room in excitement. I don't even close my door and I start packing my stuff. Charger, games, etc. Dropping a couple of things in the pro- "BUTTERS CAN YOU SHUT UP IN THERE!" I freeze in panic, my fathers booming voice nearly sending me into a full blown panic attack. "S-sorry dad." I call out to him. With my door closed and my hands shaking I finish packing the rest of my things.
"I'll pick you up in 15." Token texts me. One of the good things about making plans with Token is he has his own car. 15 minutes pass and I find myself in the passenger seat of a Pontiac G6 "Hey Butters." "Hey Token."
Token seems off. "You got everything Butters?" "Uh... yeah." I smile gently at him, is he checking me out? If he is, he's hardly being subtle about it. "So do you wanna go get something to eat? I have something fancy in mind." "Oooh, are you talking about the new place that just opened downtown? Doesn't it have a dress code?" Token seems to be very friendly again, he leans over his seat and points to a black dress that is draped along the back seat. "I got you this, I know it's really weird but my family was out of tuxes and it's literally the only thing that fits the dress code." He gives me a gentle smile. "Uh... ok Token? If you say so." I crawl over the arm rest and begin taking my clothes off. Token is stealing glances through his rear view mirror, I pretend not to notice but it's getting difficult not to as I start to take my pants off. I gaze at the mirror and he darts his eyes down to his phone. I finish getting the dress on and climb into the front seat Token takes out a stick of red lipstick and brings it to my lips. I try to protest but I'm smothered by the red tube that's coating my lips in a glossy red colour. "Might as well own the look, right?" Token says with a grin. My face is beet red. I'm really uncomfortable and Tokens strange behavior isn't helping. I don't know if this is a prank or not but it's really weird. We drive to the restaurant and when we get through the front doors I can feel everybody staring at me. Token looks at me and butes his lip, but is soon interrupted by the hostess. He quickly responds with "I have a both reserved for 2." "Right this way sir." We follow the waitress to the table and I sit across from Token. The waitress comes by to take our orders and the whole time he was rubbing his leg against mine. I'm stuttering my words when she asks me what I want. Unable to think because of Token, and matters are made worse when he puts his hand on my knee. Making me tense up. She leaves with our orders. Leaving me exposed to Token with no supervision. His hand begins to slide up my thigh but I giggle awkwardly and push it off. He tries to go for me again but I've had enough of it. "Dude, p-piss off." He retracts his hand and sits in silence for the rest of our stay. The car ride was uneventful and the only words spoken from the restaurant to his room were to his mother... until we got upstairs. His mother never really paid attention to me (thank goodness) so I was never caught in what I assume is her dress. He opened his door for me and I made my way into his room. He locked the door and before I could say anything he had pushed me into his bed and started kissing me on the neck. I froze, unable to say anything. I don't want this! Why is he doing this! Please stop! I started having a panic attack, my penis is stiffening. Not out of list but out of shame and embarrassment. "T-token stop! What are you doing!?" He began taking his shirt off. "Ya know Butters. I help you with your homework, I pay for dinners, I let you stay at my house and you have done nothing to repay me. So... you're gonna cooperate for me ok?" He violently grabs my penis and caresses my inner thigh with his other hand. "Plus, from what your body is telling me, you're enjoying this~" My I realize what's going on and that I'm more moments from being raped. My fight or flight kicks in and I try to get the stronger and heavier Token off of me. After 15 seconds of struggling with no result I resort to landing a swift knee to his balls and that's all it took for him to roll off the bed in pain. I grab my bag and make my way out the back door. Ducking away to through my pants and shirt on.
I bolt down the street, jogging the entirety of downtown trying to get away from Token. My adrenaline kicked in and before I knew it I was in the outskirts of town... only a few doors down from the McCormick's house. I figure it's my best bet right now. I knock on the door and I'm greeted by Kenny's dad, a tall dirty man with a scruffy handlebar mustache. "What do you want you literally Queer?" Stuart McCormick was not known to be very friendly, but everybody seemed to get along with him. It's easy to see him and Kenny's resemblance. "Oh it's one of Kenny's friends." I hear Kenny's mom call from inside the house. "Let him in Stuart, he can wait for Kenny to get home!" "Alright, c'mon." He walks away from the door, leaving it to gently close before I stop it with my foot. Mrs. McCormick is cooking dinner. "What happened to you dear?" I never noticed that I had been crying, but now that she pointed it out I suppose it was kind of obvious. "Are you ok? What happened?" She brings me in gently with an arm and gives me a hug. "Sorry but I don't really wanna talk about it right now... is Kenny home?" I ask trying to hold back my tears. "No sorry dear but you can wait for him to get back in his room." "Thank you." I respond. I make my way to his room, dragging my bag along the floor. I just want to forget about this day
