Educated Courage: A Kenny X OC Story(on Hiatus)

Painful Past

A/n-since I only updated once last week, I'll be updating twice tonight and once tomorrow! I'll be busy friday and saturday, early updates, yay!

Craig's POV

God detention sucks, Mrs. Phillips was sitting at the desk up front and was filing away at her nails. I sighed and put my head on the desk, I started thinking about Tweek again. He and I were planning on hanging at his place on Saturday, just the two of us! I smiled to myself and felt my cheeks slightly heat up. Then another thought occurred to me, if I worked with him, I could see him all the time! I continued to rest my head, Skye popped into my mind. I hope she’s okay, dad’s home and he’s always tougher on her when I’m not around. I wanted to text her but the stupid teacher took my phone when I had walked in, I closed my eyes and decided that a long nap would do me some good. If Skye is covered in bruises when I get home, I might just shove my foot up our old man's ass. I bit my lip with uncertainty and tried to relax, but I couldn’t. My leg began to bounce and I raised my head to look at the clock, I still had two hours. I sighed and once again, put my head down, and began to drift off. 

    “Craig! No sleeping!” Mrs. Phillips yelled, dammit I really hate this teacher.

Kenny's POV

After stopping by work I went off towards Skye’s house, I didn’t need to pick up Karen since she went home with Ike today. I kept looking around at all the kids playing, so carefree, the lucky bastards, I mumbled to myself. I kept a steady pace, I didn’t want to seem too eager if I got there too soon, it was only 3:20 afterall. As I got closer to my destination I could hear yelling in the distance, there were two voices, but one was being swallowed by the other. I picked up the pace a bit and realized it was coming from Skye’s house. I ran up the steps as I heard crashing and a girl scream, that sounds like Skye! I was about to ring the doorbell when a loud voice on the other side of the door got my attention. 

“Why is my faggy son in detention!? God you kids are nothing but disappointments! I bet you're going to hang out with some man, you whore!” The loud voice yelled, my hand froze over the doorbell. Should I ring it? What if she gets in even more trouble! Fuck it! I rang the doorbell several times and waited impatiently, the voices died down. I looked up to see Tricia looking at me out of what must be her bedroom window, it was next to Skye’s. I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and Skye walked out, slamming the door behind her. She walked past me and stormed off, I looked back at the house then back to her. I spirinted after her to catch up, I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her from walking any further. I spun her around and saw her cheek was red and her eye looked swollen. She had walked out so fast, she forgot her hoodie, her t-shirt revealed her bruised arms. I gasped at what I saw and took a step back, she looked down with a quivering lip. I pulled her into a tight hug, one hand holding her head, the other, her waist. She was violently sobbing into my chest, she gripped my hoodie and we stayed that way for a few minutes. I gently pulled away so I could get a better look at her, we had only walked a little ways from our homes, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my house. I led her up the stairs to my bedroom, not once did she say anything or ask anything. I gently sat her on my bed and went to grab my moms makeup and some bandages. When I came back in she was looking around my room and smiling at all the pictures of Karen and I and my friends. She turned her head to me when I made my presence known. 

“How did you know that I wouldn’t want to go to the shop looking like this?” she sniffled and sat back down. I smirked and walked over to her, bending down in front of her. 

“Lucky guess.” I said jokingly, she smiled and a tiny chuckle fell past her lips.

“Actually, when my parents were on drugs, they would beat me up. I didn’t want anyone to know, so I would use my moms makeup to cover it up, luckily we have the same skin tone.” I smiled to myself, it was so long ago, yet some of my scars had yet to fade. I couldn’t say I knew exactly what she was going through, but I could relate a little bit. After applying the makeup and bandaged a small cut on her cheek, I handed her one of my favorite hoodies.