A story isn't over until there's a happy ending. (style)

Kyle's POV: I wake up and groan, the fuck did I do yesterday? I rub my eyes and grab my phone

Stanley my beloved 💐💕
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K- Stan?
S- morning
K- why do I feel like death?
S- Ohh uh
K- Shit what happened
S- well you got drunk as shit then told me you loved me and called me fine as fuck then you passed out 😭
K- Shit what?
S- yeahh
K- I didn't mean it I swear
S- I know dude don't worry

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Well i'm sure as fuck not gonna tell him I love him for real..

I grab my pillow and scream into it. "Kyle Broflovski shut the fuck up!" my mom shouts. I roll my eyes, it's not like she actually takes care of me anymore. Ike is 12 and I practically look after him, he's a sweet boy and he seems happy enough considering our family is full of shit.

Dads in jail for assault.. shocker. Mom is a prick she hates us I don't even know why. Shes rarely even home lately.

"You look like shit" Ike says standing at my doorframe, "the fuck did you do?" he sighs. "Apparently a lot" I say. "kk ina bit im going to the park" he says and runs downstairs. He's pretty weird but it's sort of comforting.

Hi there! I hope your enjoying so far! just a disclaimer this part includes abuse and SH so if you don't want to read on click off now!

Stan's POV: of course he didn't mean it! why'd I get my hopes up. I walk downstairs to see Randy going off at mom and Shelly "Back off you drunk shit!" I yell at him then I slap him. He shoves me into the wall, ow.

"Randy!" Mom yells "What the fuck! you talking back Sharon?" he yells. I stand up and take moms hand then I help Shelly up "Go lock yourselves in my room i'll take care of this okay?" I say to them and they nod. My room is the only room over than the bathroom that locks.

"your a useless father!" I yell at him and storm off crying. and I lock myself in the bathroom.

I look in the mirror, I hate how i look. I feel ugly all the time and I hate myself. I glance at the sink my razor. I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't last time I almost lost everyone but.. maybe if I just..

I picked up the razor and removed the blade. I took a deep breath.
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fuck
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I need to stop
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anyone please help me
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i start to cry
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i break down on my bathroom floor "what the fuck am I gonna do" I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks. I need to tell kyle but I can't I don't know how to tell him.

I wrap my arms in bandages and throws on a hoodie. shit. I go downstairs, Randy isn't home anymore. I go to the cabinet and grab a drink no not water haha.

No ones home and i'm in my room drunk as shit.

Kyle's POV: Its been a couple of hours and I feel better well I did feel better until my phone buzzed

Stan my beloved 💐💕
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S- ktleee
K- Stan?
S- hiii
K- Stan.
S- I did aaa bd thng
K- Shit dude are you drunk?
S- zno
K- Dont lie to me Stanley
S- donnntr call mw Stanelt like gaht
K- dude you can't even type properly
S- I can
K- Im on my way
S- noopp
K- Yes i'll be there soon

I got into my car quickly, I don't know why he got drunk but I need to be there for him this time!

I got to his house and the door was unlocked so I walked in. huh no ones home? "Stan?" I call out and make my way upstairs. "Stan? open the door for me please" I say softly. I get no answer and suddenly I panic "Stanley  Marsh open the door or i'll break it!" shit shit shit why isn't he answering!?

I find something to get the door of the hinges, shit I wish i didn't have to do this. I break into the room and Stan is just sitting there completely out of it.

"Stan?" I rush over to him. He just smiles at me a cute little smile. "Stan are you alright?" I say kneeling infront of him, then I notice his arm "oh Stan" I say then pull him into a tight hug.

I can hear him cry and I stroke his hair trying to comfort him. I'm about to ask him what happened but I think he passed out or fell asleep in my arms. I want to hug him forever protect him from this shitty world.

"I love you Stan" I whisper as I place him onto his bed and I sit next to him. His head is resting against my chest and I really don't want to disturb him, he's been through a lot of shit today.

Stan's POV: Ow.. my head hurts and my arms hurt and my eyes hurt, my whole body just hurts. And the i turn my head and Kyles asleep his head is buried in my chest, I can feel myself blushing but he was there for me yesterday and I wont be waking him up!

If i'm being honest I don't even want him to move.

Oh shit my doors broken.. oh yeah I remember why now.. Kyle opens his eyes and he goes a very bright shade of red and jumps back. "Kyle I would've let you sleep for longer dude" I say running a hand through my hair.

"Stan what happened last night?" Kyle said in a comforting tone. I look down at my bed and I just say "Randy"

"Oh" he says. "Tell me what he did, i'm here for you Stan"