Reminiscing

                                    

                                          
(Continuing from last time)
Y/N'S POV 
I knocked on the McCormick's door. 
"Y/N!" I hear I looked down to see Karen, Kenny's little sister hugging my legs.
"Hey Karen, where's Kenny?" I asked, hugging her back. I love Karen she's so sweet and innocent....I hope she doesn't end up like Kenny; a massive pervert. 
                          
"He's in his room! Will you play with me and dolly later?" She said, holding up her  dolly.
(I know she's older but I'm gonna keep her as a 6-7 year old- sorry!) 
I smiled. "Sure." I walk inside and go to Kenny's room. He was listening to music, with his headphones in. I took them out.
"Hey." I said smirking.
"Oh hey."
We talked for a while then we found ourselves....making out. 
"Ewwww....get a room Ken." We broke away and saw his older brother Kevin staring at us from a small creek in the door.
"We have a room dumbass." Kenny mumbled underneath his breath. I giggled.
"Oh and by the way Karen can't play with you, she's at a sleepover."
"Oh okay, I've gotta go anyways."
"Noooooo don't leave meeeee."
"Dude, you're starting to sound like Clyde and that's not a compliment."
                          
That night- Around 8:00pm- Still Your POV
"Remember the Stick if Truth?"
"Remember when "Princess Kenny" became a Nazi Zombie?"
"Remember when Wendy got a boob job?"
"Remember when our moms sent us to Kenny's to get chicken pox....then we got a prostitute to give them herpes?"
"Remember when Cartman pooped out his mouth?"
                          
                     I cringed when he mentioned Cartman. I want to tell Stan. I want to tell Kenny. I want to tell Wendy. I want to tell Shelley. But most of all, I want to tell Heidi. I want to tell her what a sick bastard her "boyfriend" is. I could've avoided it. I could've joined Freedom Pals instead of Coon and Friends. No, this isn't my fault. It's his. But I ask myself one question. Why? Why did he do it? Those words play constantly at the back of my mind, I lie it's the only thing I think about. 
                          
"Hey you okay? You look like you're gonna faint." My twin brother asked me with an expression of concern.
I put on a fake smile.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just tired."
"It just turned 8:30." 
"Rough day at school, I'm pretty sure I failed that math test." I lied. 
"STAN Y/N SHELLEY!!!!! DINNER'S READY!!! WE HAVE GUESTS JOINING US!!!"
"Guests?"
"It better not be that vegan family from across the street." I smirked and we went down stairs. I freeze. I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Eric Cartman. Is in my fucking house. 
"Oh hey Stan....Y/N...." When Stan wasn't looking, he (Cartman) gave me a flirtatious wink." I'm gonna be sick. I run upstairs. 
"Y/N?" Shelley calls up to me. As I said, she's nicer then what she was 8 years ago (You're 16 btw.). 
I flop onto my bed and cry.
"Y/N what's wrong?" I hear Shelley's voice beside me. It isn't all weird anymore. She got her braces out. 
"Nothing.....Cartman just made fun of me today....no big deal..." I made up a lie. Quick. 
"Oh....Okay if that's just it, are you gonna come down for dinner?"
"No thank you I'm tired I think I'm gonna get some sleep. Now go downstairs before fatass eats it all." She laughs and goes downstairs. I sigh. That was close. 
After I while, I feel myself drifting of to sleep. 
                          
3rd Person POV 
Y/N is asleep and Cartman is downstairs eating (as usual).
"Um excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?" Cartman asks. 
"Yeah of course you can. It's up the stairs, straight down the corridor."
"Thank you Mrs Marsh." 
He went upstairs, but not to the bathroom. He weng through the door that read; Y/N and THE Stan Marsh. He noticed Y/N was sleeping peacefully. He grabbef her chin softly and whispered; 
     "Don't you worry Y/N you know this is for the best......"
                          
He walked out closed the door, went into the bathroom to flush the toilet (just to be safe.). 
                          
???'s POV 
"He can't keep doing this to her, it I-isn't r-right, we have to s-stop it." 
"Don't worry she will have Justice."