Chapter Twenty

IM SO SORRY. It takes forever for me to update something, I never have time anymore! XD

                    ~Preaviously~

With the thought of dieing a tear sliped from her eye. Then another. She shut her eyes and muffled her unsteady breathing now with the mix of tears.

*Thump, Thump, Thump*

The heavy steps seemed like they echoed all threw the house. But it was only like that to Kyle, considering Trent was in the room. Right. There.

Kyle squeezed her eyes shut, shaking violently. The steps stoped...

Why... Why did he stop?

"Pika-boo red, I found ya."

                   ~Presant~

                {Kyle/Kylie's P.O.V}

My stomach dropped as I was met face to face with Trent Boyett. The bastard who just killed my best friend.

"Did-ja think ya could hide from me?"

He roughly yanked me from under the bed, I screamed in shock. "Let me go!" He yanked me up swiftly, as if I weighed nothing. I geuss all those years in juvy paid off....

"Now don't stuggle it will only make things worse!" He grunted while pushing me on Stan's bed, No! NONONO, God please no. "We're gonna have a lil' fun~" He chuckled in my ear. "AHHHHG!" I shouted thrashing wildly. He punched me in the face once, then twice, and a third time to get me to shut up. Eventually it worked, I felt my face swell, a black eye and probably a busted lip. "Hgaah~ L-L-Let me go you f-fucking bastard!!" I grunted while trying to breath, he has one hand around my neck and the other on his knife. He took the blade and pressed it against my cheek, and aplied preasure drawing blood. "Shhhh, just enjoy yourself." With that he tossed the knife to the side and slid his hand down my side all the way to the button on my pants.

If it gives Stan and Eric more time. Then so be it...

Tears formed in my eyes.

I'd do anything to at least keep them alive... I alread failed Kenny.

A image of a dead Kenny filled my head. I choked a sob and closed my eyes letting the tears fall. And Trent... That bastard had the nerve to laugh.

                [Cartman's P.O.V]

I'm in Stan's sisters old room. The closest is stuffy. I hate to say it but I'm actually really scared of Trent...

I shift slightly in the closet right next to Stan's room, the slight sadness washing over me. It's been awhile sense Kenny last died, but he should come back... Right?

I leaned my ear against Stan's room to hear anything. Im pretty sure Stan is in there...

Suddenly I hear a feminine shriek come from the room next to me. No... Kylie!

I hear more screams and thumps, is he hitting her?! Fuck I need to move I need to save her!

I hear a thud against the wall and a squeak, and noises of struggle. "Shhhh just enjoy yourself." I hear through the wall.

NO! MOVE ERIC MOVE!

Im scared

DO YOU WANT THE GIRL YOU LOVED TO GET RAPED AND KILLED WHILE YOU LISTEN!?

NO! Oh course not!

THEN MOVE YOUR FATASS!

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD CLYDE FROG!

Get the fuck out of your little FANTASY world first...

"Gah!" My eye twiched and I threw open the closet door and busted out of the room and swung open Stan's door. And what I see makes me snap.

Trent is chokeing her on the bed while trying to yank down her pants. Her face, battered and bruiesd, and a long cut is bleeding down her face.

"Get the fuck off her now..." I've never been this angry in my life. I don't even recognize my own voice. All I know is that Im going to bash his fucking skull in, even if it kills me.

Go get him Eric.

BOOOOOOOO HAHA CLIFHANGRR AGAIn fuck im a dick.

Hollister-mc~~~