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Cartoon Erotica part I	By : missSandy_southparkfan Category: +S through Z > South Park Views: 7741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story has no profiting and is just for fun! I do not own the copyright of South Park or it's characters. I have put impersonations of celebrities (Blake Shelton, Miley Cyrus, Adele, Lady Gaga)

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My side
Dear diary,
I had another rehearsal, and there, Mrs. McArdle wanted the next theme to be ballads. Ballads that are my originals. That didn't sound like a problem, so I played some for her, the acoustic way. Finally I had different back up singers. There was only two of them. A boy and a girl who are boyfriend and girlfriend. They were very nice people. Their names are Charlie and Mikayla. They had nice voices too. They would make a good duo.
Charlie, Mikayla and I got along very well. They are a little older then me but they were more down to earth. We worked together when practicing. It's much more fun with these new people. We have a lot in common two.
Dear diary,
After rehearsal, I parked my car in front of Eric's house then walked to the donut place. As soon as I walked in, I sat down waiting for Eric. Meanwhile, Butters sees me. "Hi, Miss Carrie!" "Oh, um, hello, Butters." I started to feel nervous. "You don't seem happy to see me." "Oh, I am. Butters, I just wanna let you know that I am no longer allowed to speak to you, unfortunately." Butters was so confused. "Wait. What do you mean you're not allowed to talk to me? Who says so?" I looked out the window to see if Eric was coming. "Eric says. He told me things about you and I don't know what to believe. I think you're a good boy, Butters, but if Eric sees me with you he'll be very angry. I don't know what he'll do if he's angry." "Oh, I've seen him get mad. It's really not cool." I got more nervous. "Miss Carrie, you're a grown up. You don't have to listen to Eric. He bosses everyone around all the time. Nobody listens to him." "Well, I gotta give a little respect. I want to be your friend but just can't take any chances." Just when Butters was about to say something else, I heard Eric's voice yelling my name. I looked to the side to see where he is. I saw him coming all pissed off. "Sandy, what the hell are you doing?!" I whispered aside to Butters, "And here it is." "I come here to the donut shop excited, thinking we're gonna have a fun time to find you gossiping with Butters!!" "I wasn't gossiping--," Eric interrupted. "Shut up! I don't need details. Go get me a donut. Boston cream is good." "I thought you were paying." "Yeah, well not anymore. Go buy it!"
So I bought him what he wanted and myself a chocolate glaze. After I gave him his donut, he goes, "What's that in your hand? I told you to only get me a donut. For pissing my ass off you don't deserve one. Give me that! I get two!" Butters broke in. "Come on, Eric. She paid for it. Let her have the donut." "Butters, this doesn't concern you! Go home!" Butters looked down at the ground then asked me, "Miss Carrie, if you can't have the donut, can I have it?" "GO HOME, BUTTERS!" "Oh, boy howdy, am I confused," said Butters as he sadly walked out of the store. Eric glared at me. "I believe you hurt Butters' feelings." "Do I look like I care? Come on. We're going back to my house, now!"
We got back to his house, so when we stepped foot, he yelled, "Sit down, Sandy!" I sat on the couch with preparation of Eric jumping down my throat. "What the hell were you doing, bitch?! I could've fucking sworn I made it clear to never go near Butters! Didn't I?!" "Well,.... um, I didn't go near him. He came to me." "Okay, he went to you, huh? What should you have done?!!" "I was telling him that I'm not supposed to talk to him so that he knows." Eric turned around. "Goddam it! Sandy you are so fucking retarded! How can you be this stupid!" "What else should I have done?" Eric walked over to me and firmly grabbed my wrist. That was when my pulse was rushing because I got more scared. "You know there's a thing called ignoring him!" "Oh, yeah. I didn't think of it." He firmly let go of my wrist. "That's because you're a fucking moron! You need to think harder, Goddamn you!" "Yeah, I know." "If I ever catch you hanging out with Butters again, so help me GOD; I will make your nose bleed right where you stand! You hear me?!!" I hesitated to answer. "I'm fucking waiting! Do you understand or not?!!!" "But, Eric, I'm sitting." Eric turned around again. "GODDAMN IT!!!" He started pacing around going on about how dumb I am. I heard him mumble, "Jesus Christ, you're a retard! You're a fucking idiot!" He said a lot of crap about my knowledge. It just made me feel sad. I felt so sorry for speaking to Butters. I wish I could take it back. "Eric, I'm really sorry for breaking my promise. I didn't wanna make you mad." "Well, you did," he replied facing away from me. "I know," my voice was beginning to break, trying to fight my tears. "I wish I wasn't so stupid; I could've been better today." "Oh, yeah. Ya think?" I fought my tears with all of my strength. "I really fucked up." Eric turned back around and walked over to me. "Sandy, are you crying?" I'm always embarrassed to cry unless I'm alone. "No," I denied. "Oh, really? Then why is your voice breaking?" As I stammered, I felt my eye shedding a tear down my face. "And what was that?!" I wiped my face. "Oh, my eyes get watery sometimes." "DON'T LIE TO ME!!!" "I'm not," I whimpered as I cowered on my lap. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I just cowered down lower. "Head up, Sandy!" I raised my head halfway. "Head UP!" I picked up my head all the way. "I thought I officially made it clear to not EVER interact with Butters. I thought you were taking my words. But you had to open your Goddamn mouth! You are so fucking deaf, bitch!" "But I can hear you, Eric. And this time I swear to never talk to Butters even if he starts with me." Eric broke out a loud grunt. "Don't you have any brains?!!" "Of course I have a brain. I'm alive, aren't I?" In a big surprise attack, Eric slugged me in the eye as a punishment. I had trouble opening my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I felt like a lesson was taught to me. Eric had that sorry face on him. I needed to put myself in time out at the hotel. So I got up, and as I walked to the door I knocked over one of Mrs. Cartman's vase.
Dear diary,
I drove back crying the whole way. I just pulled over at a random spot in a neighborhood. A random man taking out the garbage wonders about me. He alerted for my attention so I rolled down my window. "Oh, my goodness! It's you, Sandy Caroline!" "Yes, sir. It is me. What's your deal?" "Miss Caroline, what are you doing out here in the rain? And why are you crying?" I felt more ashamed. "I'm not crying!" "Miss Caroline, why don't you come inside. Make yourself at home." "But I don't know you." "No but I hear you know my son, Kyle. He says he's good friends with you." I blew a shock! "Oh, yes it's true." I hopped out of the car. "The name's Gerald Broflovski." "Very honored to meet you, Mr. Broflovski," I responded as we shook hands.
So I went inside with this man. "Kyle, youre friend is here!" For some reason, Kyle thought I was Stan. "Stan, did you finish the science project?" "Kyle, sweetie, do I look anything like Stan, little mister?" "Miss Caroline? What are you doing here?" "I found her crying in the car sitting in front of the house." "I wasn't crying, Mr. Broflovski." "Miss Caroline, my wife made cookies and we're really supposed to wait till after dinner to have them. But since you're here and having a depressive moment, I figure you guys can have the cookies while you're hanging out." "I'm not having a depressing moment but I would love some cookies. Thank you, Mr. Broflovski." "We're making hot cocoa for Kyle but I also made hot coffee for us adults. Would you like some?" "I would prefer hot chocolate. I only like ice coffee." Mr. Broflovski stared at me. "Miss Caroline, you have the same accent as my wife!" "Yeah," exclaimed Kyle. "You're right, dad!" "What, is she from New York?" "No," replied Kyle. "My mom's from Jersey but close enough. Still similar accents" "You kids enjoy," said Kyle's dad as he left the room.
Kyle asks, "So, Miss Caroline, what were you doing in front of our house?" "I had no idea it was your house, Kyle. I just parked to rest." "My dad said you were depressed. You can tell me anything. I'm your friend." "I'm not depressed, Kyle." "Miss Caroline, you don't have to deny it. You tell me everything, remember?" "Kyle, stop it. If you keep talking about it, I will get depressed." "I understand that but you denying it is unhealthy. Talking will make you feel better and then it's over. You're lucky you coincidentally parked in front of my house." I just laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Miss Caroline, please talk to me." I just continued facing upwards then sighed, "I did a bad thing." Kyle stares at me. "Okay, so you made a mistake. Keep talking. It will help you learn from it." I was tearing up, trying to fight it as much as I could. "Are you okay, Miss Caroline?" I nodded my head slowly. "Miss Caroline, it's okay to cry." "No it's not," I whispered, voice breaking. "And I'm not, Kyle. I don't wanna be badder." "Just because you did something you shouldn't have done, it doesn't make you bad. No ones gonna get mad at you for crying and I'm here for you to help you learn from your mistakes." I looked at Kyle and he gave me the sad look. "Oh, my God! What happened to your eye?" I flushed with shamefulness. "Oh, um, it was just a tap. A quick punishment." "What are you talking about?" "I deserved it! He just gave me quick tap. It didn't even hurt." "Who tapped you?" I hid my face. "It doesn't matter! It didn't hurt!" "It's okay if it hurt. Your eye is all black and swollen." "Kyle, don't make a big deal out of it. He didn't tap me that hard." Kyle held onto my face so that I'd make eye contact to him. "Who?! Who are we talking about?! Who's done this to you?!" Kyle was just staring at me, holding onto my face until I'd speak up. "Eric," I whispered. Kyle blew up a shock! "You're joking! Why?" "I told you, Kyle. It was a quick punishment." "Miss Caroline, I know you think it was just a tap, but it really wasn't. You got a shiner! What Cartman did to you is called slugging. I'm only tell you this because as your friend, I love you." "Kyle, you are a good friend. I'm glad I have a good boy like you to help me out here, but he only did that so that I know to be good from now on." He sighed, "Miss Caroline, I don't know what you did that pissed him off but it's not his job to punish you. Furthermore, it absolutely doesn't give him the right to slug you in the eye. That's not a way for him to handle it. Will you please tell me what that honest mistake was that you made?" I was so ashamed to tell him, I looked away. "Miss Caroline, you can't hide from your friend forever. Anything you say will not give him the right to hit you. Honestly." I looked down at the ground, whispered, "I talked to Butters." "Sorry. I couldn't hear you." "I talked to Butters," I whispered again. "Speak up! I can't hear you!" I scrunched my eyes and blurted, "I talked to Butters!" Then I hid myself on my lap. "Let's get this straight; Cartman beat you because you talked to Butters?" "Yes!" I sat up and hid my face with my arms crossed. "I don't get it. Why was Cartman mad over you talking to Butters?" "He told me not to hang out with him. I just wanted to tell Butters that I couldn't talk to him anymore but I was still bad because that's talking to him." "Okay, I can not believe this! You're a grown woman, Miss Caroline. You're entitled to hang out with whoever you want." "But I can't, Kyle." "Yes you can! You can't just let Cartman control your life. Even if he gets aggressive with you. If you give into the physical violence he puts on you, he'll think he's the boss of you. You know better than that."
I heard the door open and a woman announce, "Kyle, I'm home!" "We're in here, mom." I assumed it was Kyle's mother. She walked in the room and paused as soon as she looked at me. "Oh, my God! Can it be?!" I got up off the couch. "Hi. You must be Mrs. Broflovski." I held out my hand for a handshake. "Sheila! The name's Sheila!" We shook hands. "Sheila." "Oh my goodness! I'm already surprised you're in my house, but you just shook my hand!" "Nothing new, Miss Sheila." "Oh, Miss Caroline, I am so pleased to know that you're good friends with my boy." "Please, call me Sandy. And yes, you're right. Your son and I get along very well. He's such a nice boy." Sheila blew a shock suddenly. "Oh my God, what happened to your eye?" "Mom," shouted Kyle. "I'm sorry, but I gotta run." I just left the house; no questions.
Kyle's side
Dear diary,
I have bonded with a beautiful country star who is handicapable named Sandy Caroline, but now I don't know what she's become. She's a strong, brave, outgoing, talented 20 year old woman. I'm really worried that that part of her is going to be ruined. She is illegally in a relationship with my friend who is in the 4th grade with me. Ironically, my friend, Cartman is abusing her. It's not bad enough that he pressures her into exposing herself and she is humiliated about her body. She feels like she needs to show off for him to love her. It's also not bad enough that Cartman is taking advantage of her handicap. She's beginning to be more handicapped then handicapable. Cartman is using her. He developed sexual urges towards her when he first laid eyes on her. He thinks that makes him a man. Cartman is using Caroline to grow up faster than me and my other friends. He chose Caroline because her unique appearances caught his eye. He says that it's that he's sexually attracted to her, but also she's "stupid". What worries me the most is that he has beaten her when she's fucked up a little bit. He's controlling her life. She's 20 years old and she thinks she has to listen to him. She's letting him control her life.
I'm really worried about Caroline. She's an inspirational singer. I don't want Cartman to ruin her. She's a better person than he is. She's always been an angel and has inspired all her fans to be good citizens. She taught everyone including me many things we never knew. She gives great advice and I love her quote. I want her to stay that way. If Caroline gets ruined, I'll be ruined. It could ruin our friendship too. I've heard that far in the past, Caroline has gone to the mental hospital because of her last abuse. She worked through her problems and I don't want her to go backwards. I wanna keep the real Sandy Caroline. I don't wanna lose her because of Cartman. If Caroline becomes another Miley Cyrus, Lindsey Lohan, Brittany Spears, etc. I am totally, for sure not Cartman's friend anymore. No joke. I can not be around Cartman know he hurt one of the most inspirational celebrities. I gotta give him that warning!
Cartman's side
Dear diary,
Just as I thought, Sandy has violated my command to her. At least that's not bad enough. I ask her out to meet me at the donut shop and offer to pay for her and myself. I happily walk there hoping to have an awesome time, walk into the donut shop, and guess what. Sandy was gossiping with Butters. For that, I kicked Butters out, made her pay for me and no. She got a donut for herself; Goddam it! Guess what; I got two out of her. I don't care if she waists her money.
So I got ourselves back to my house so I could manhandle her. Goddam it; I was pissed like hell! I don't know what the fuck could've happened if she outed our relationship. Rightly, I yelled at her and taught her a lesson. She was about to cry so I showed her what would happen if she started crying her ass off on me. She had no right to be crying. I'm the one who should've been crying; Goddam it! I was already crying on the inside! What pissed me off like hell is when she was playing "stupider-than-she-is" with me. She is stupid but there is no Goddam reason to not get sarcasm and shit at fucking twenty!!! She is fucking twenty years old and she just takes every Goddam thing literally! I didn't think even my friend Timmy could be smarter than that bitch. Her stupidity is a benefit to me on one hand but on another hand it got on my last nerve! I lost control of my moves, so I just gave her an eye full of my fist without thinking. She skipped out on me again; dammit! I was afraid of it. I gave her my sorry face in hopes of her forgiveness, but no; she left and knocked over one of my mom's favorite vases.
As soon as she deserted my ass, I called my mom to snitch on Sandy. My mom picked up the phone while she was in a frenzy. She panted, "Hello?" "Oh, hello, mom. I'm sorry to bother you, but your favorite country singer disappeared again." She panted, "Oh, is that so? I can't believe this woman! Let me finish this guy and I'll take care of it, sweetie." "Very well, mom." So I hung up the phone, happy that she's gonna get in trouble.
My side
Dear diary,
I went to rehearsal, trying to look and be as happy as possible. I wore sunglasses in the restaurant. Mrs. McArdle called me over. "Miss Caroline, any particular reason you're wearing sunglasses when we're indoors?" I took a deep breath and said, "Oh, um, I decided that I wanted to wear these for the performance for style. I thought I'd rehearse with these." I forced a smile as much as I could. She held out her hand. "May I see them?" "Mrs. McArdle, what do you need to see?" "Let me have them, please." I took off my glasses, slowly and not wanting to. As soon as I took them off and gave them to her, she, of course, blew a shock. "Oh, my God!" I knew she was gonna react that way. "What's the matter with your eye?!" "It's fine." "No, it's not fine, Miss Caroline! You can't look like this for your performance!" I cleared my throat. "The sunglasses?" "Just for the performance, but not your photo shoots! I'll have to tell Monica to make you up a little extra." Tears were forming behind my eyes. "Miss Caroline, would you kindly tell me what caused your shiner?" More tears developed but I was strong enough to hold them behind my eyeballs. "I fell out of bed and hit my nightstand," I lied. Mrs. McArdle stared at me. "Very unfortunate. Move your nightstand over. Better yet, don't toss and turn. Places!" So I had to be strong throughout rehearsal. I didn't want to tell her what really happened because for one it would give away our relationship, and on top of that, I of course never like to talk about it to anyone. Not even my own friend Kyle.
Dear diary,
I drove to Eric's place still wearing sunglasses after rehearsal. Unfortunately, that bitch, Mrs. Cartman was in the damn house. I wasn't happy and neither was she. "Miss Sandy Caroline, I can not believe you!" I sat on the couch. "I thought I specifically made it clear to never, and I mean never leave without my son until I come home! You better have a good explanation for violating that rule a second time!" I looked away from that bitch. "I'm waiting!" "I can't say it," I whispered. "Sorry? I couldn't hear you." "I can't say it." "Miss C, look at me what I'm talking to you." I faced towards her, sadly. "Why can't you say it, Miss C?" I just remained silent. "I asked you a question!" "I don't know." "Will you tell me then?" "I can't." "Miss C, you can tell me anything." "No I can't, Mrs. Cartman. I can't be open to anyone anymore." "If you won't tell me why you left Eric alone, then you are to organize my room." "Simple." "So you won't tell me?" "No." "Then you leave me no choice."
She showed me to her room and what I need to organize. It turned out I had to make it look "sexy". You know, with the petals and decorations. "Mrs. Cartman, you want me to organize your room to help you out with one of your 'casual encounters'?" "Yes, unless you tell me why you left Eric." "Whatever. I'll organize your shit if you'll leave me alone." "Remember, Eric will be playing while you do that. So, when you're done, your job is to make him happy. So you better not fuck up with that and you better not leave him again! Got anything to say?" I sighed, "I'm sorry for leaving, Mrs. Cartman. I won't do it again." "That's better." She squeezed my cheek then left.
The worst part of organizing her shit is matching her bra and panties then hanging them up on the wall. Her favorite, I had to lay one on the bed for her. I plugged in her air fresheners. One was pineapple, the other was coconut. So then the room smelled like pinacoloda. After touching all her shit, especially her panties, I washed my hands double.
I walked in the living room where Eric was watching TV. "Sandy, turn off the TV." The remote was right next to him. "But Eric, you have the remote." Eric glared at me, so I just turned off the damn TV. I sat down then he got up, pacing around, running his mouth on me. "Sandy, you need to give my mom a little more respect. And me too for the most part. Take off those sunglasses too. It's just me." I took em off like he said. "You have pissed me off enough yesterday. You better not fuck up today. You heard my mom; one, you can not leave! Two, it is your job to make me happy. So, if you get on my last nerve, I will tell my mom and there will be some serious problems, you got that?" "Yes, of course. I like it when you're happy." "Good." "Eric, I'll tell you why I left. I had to put myself in time out. You know, because I fucked up." "Sandy, you're too old for a time out. So now you know that you have to do what I say." "Is there anything you want me to do now?" "Well, I would like to play my xbox upstairs. It's not set up so I'll need you to set up my xbox." "Okay, I suppose I'll take a bash at it." Eric glared at me again. "What do you mean 'take a bash at it'?" "I haven't played video games since I was your age and I never learned how to set them up. But I'll do the best I can." "Oh, come on. You can't be that stupid."
I went up to Eric's room which is the same place he made me feel, like, loved. I started to feel a little bit of the tingles just to look at his bed. I get this feeling, like, first Eric acts like he's so in love with me, going from there to hating me. I feel like things are changing. I was setting up his video game thing, plugging things to random places. Every time I'd take guesses I'd hear, "That's not where it goes, you fucking retard!" After a while, I ask him, "Eric, if you know where it goes, couldn't you do it?" "That's backtalk, Sandy! Do it right!" It wasn't easy but eventually I had a feeling that I was getting it. "I think it's working, Eric." "About time. It shouldn't take you a half hour."
"Can I play too?" "Hell, no. It's a one player game." "Well, we could switch sometimes, right?" "This is my game, Sandy." "Well, at least I can watch." Just as I was about sit on the bed, Eric goes, "Oh, no. You're not sitting in my bed to watch me." "Then where am I supposed to sit?" "You tell me." I looked around the room. All I saw was toys. "Do you want me to sit on your toy box?" He sighed, "Do I have to spell it for ya?" "You don't have to spell it. Just explain it." "Wow, you are stupider than I thought. What are you standing on?" I looked down. "Just the floor." "Exactly." "Oh, I didn't think of that." "Sandy if you're not too stupid, I'd really like you to be quiet unless you want me to lose." "Um, well of course not." "Then keep your Goddamn mouth shut."
It's hard for me to stop talking because I tend to be talkative. I had no idea what would happen to me if I couldn't control my mouth. I just couldn't help myself. I cheered him on. I'd yell things like "don't let him get you", "jump", "you got it", etc. I'd even ask questions about certain stuff in the scenes. I was just curious, you know. Every time he'd have to start that round over, I'd groan. At one point, it was "game over". Eric ripped the cable of the remote control out of where it plugs into the game thing and rapidly threw it at my face out of nowhere. He hopped out of his bed and walked up to me in anger while I was still sitting on the floor. "You think this is funny?" "No." "What part of 'shut up' did you not understand? Huh? Or did you want me to lose?!" "Absolutely not. I wanted you win. That's why I was cheering you on." "I don't need your Goddamn support. I know what the fuck I'm doing! And, oh, really? Then why couldn't you shut your Goddamn mouth shut so I could concentrate?!" I just looked away with my eyes, not know how to answer. "Any fucking day now!!" I sighed, "I don't know." He lost his temper and gave me a tap on my mouth. I couldn't buy what Kyle said about what its called and whatnot. Eric had every right to be angry with me, so he had to teach me a lesson.
After he gave me a tap, my mouth felt sort of numb. It felt as if it got fat. So I hid my mouth with my hand. I couldn't imagine what I looked like so I felt ashamed. I felt fluids coming out of my mouth and it felt like I was drooling. I looked at my hand and it turns out it was blood. I even felt the blood inside my mouth. I didn't wanna spit it, so I swallowed it. "Maybe that will teach you to shut your face." I couldn't talk, obviously. I just sat and watched him.
Finally his mother came home from her shit. She had company which was no wonder she wanted me to fancy up her room. Eric went running to his mother all happy to see her, acting all innocent. I hear, "How's my little boy? Did you have fun?" "Oh, yes, mommy!" "How was Miss C?" "Oh, she was annoying at the beginning. She got on my last nerve again but then she finally used her manners." "Oh, my goodness." She came in the kitchen as I was looking at my mouth which was only swollen on the inside. My lips weren't fat but there were bruises there. As soon as Mrs. Cartman came in, I hid my mouth with my shirt over my nose. "Miss C, why do you have your shirt over your face?" I still couldn't talk so I gave her the "it stinks in here" signal. "Miss Caroline, how dare you say that my house stinks! You're staying here to watch Eric until I'm done with this man!" I raised my eyes! I felt unsafe, having to say longer around Eric. I didn't wanna do shit so I just sat on the couch. Eric sat on the other side just looking at me. I looked away from him pretending he wasn't there. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was lightly trembling too. I was worried that if I make a move, I'll do something wrong and he'll get mad at me. I was tensed up and it was just hard to relax knowing that I deserved that tap. Eric scoot over closer to me. I felt more tense knowing he was sitting right next to me. He reached over to my hand on my lap, took it over between me and him, then just held my hand. While still looking away, feeling his palm under my palm, I slowly closed up my hand and held his hand back. I looked at him at the corner of my eye. I felt somehow tingly in my stomach. It was just confusing. My body was confused, my mind was confused and so was my emotions. I was just thinking, like, he was so angry with me where he was just yelling at me nonstop. I started to think that he hated me. Then he switches to loving me. He laid my hand on his thigh, so I just rested my hand there.
Dear diary,
I went to rehearsal again, so like yesterday, Mrs. McArdle called me over. "Miss Caroline, I've already seen one injury of your black eye but what on earth has happened to your lips?" I just had to try talking. "Um, I tripped and fell on my TV stand walking in the dark," I lisped. "Oh, my God! You're lisping! This is not good! What are we gonna do?" "I'll do my best on my singing, Mrs. McArdle...," it hurt my mouth when I spoke. "Ow." "Miss Caroline you need to be be more careful. Turn on your lamp or something. You better have those lips healed by Friday and you better not have anymore injuries after this. You got that?" I thought, "I just have to be a better girlfriend for Eric."
We were doing a make up rehearsal so Monica had to put extra make up on me. She had to cover my black eye with eye shadow and my bruises on my lips with lipstick. I look at myself in the mirror, not looking like me. That much make up covers who I truly am. I see no natural beauty. I think, "that's what I get for being so bad". I wanna cry but it'll only make my unnatural beauty look ugly. I really fucked up with the singing so I ended up getting yelled at by Mrs. McArdle and Blake. I keep getting in trouble with everybody. First I get yelled at by Eric, then Mrs. Cartman, then Mrs. McArdle, then of course, my manager, Blake Shelton. I just can't win! Everything I do is wrong!
Dear diary,
I went to Eric's place again, scared. No one was home but Eric this time. "Hello, Eric." "Hey, babe." I was surprised he was calling me babe. As soon as I sat on the couch, Eric came closer to me than yesterday. "Eric, I have a question." "What is it, sweetheart?" "Do you love me or hate me?" "Baby, why would you think I hate you?" "From how bad I was yesterday." "Sandy, I love you even if you are bad. Nothing can keep me away from you." He rubbed his hand down my stomach, down to the tip of my crotch. "Will you open your fly?" So I opened my fly all the way so he could see my panties. He laid down on my lap, faced towards my crotch, then put his nose to the tip of it. He just smelled my vagina like a dog. He stuck his fingers under my panties. After all the hurting I went through, I finally felt his love inside my hips. I was getting the good feeling again. It felt fresh that time. He stuck his hand up my shirt and then I fidgeted a little because my stomach is ticklish on the outside. I pushed his hand out of my shirt, so then he caressed my face. It felt like a facial. That good feeling I felt on my face felt fresh too because all I've felt this week was his taps on the face. Now I'm feeling a massage. He got up, sat on my lap facing me, then he smiled then kissed my lips. After kissing me slowly, he just wraps his arms around my neck and rests his face on the side of my neck. He was just hugging me for a while. While Eric was hugging me, I was looking around the room not knowing what to think. I felt more tingles in my stomach, feeling loved. My body was reacting to Eric's sudden affections towards me.
He stopped hugging me, still sitting on me, and asked, "How do you feel?" I looked to the side with my eyes, fighting a smile. "I think I know the answer." "No you don't." He hugged me around my waist, then tickled my side. I jumped then covered my face. "What's that I see?" I tucked my head down. "It's too late! I already saw you smile." He tickled my sides again, and my jumps were so big he fell on the floor. So then I pinned him down there. I tickled his sides but he was just laying there. "Sorry, babe. I'm not ticklish." "Damn!" He was reaching for my sides slowly, so I pinned his hands down. He managed to slip his hands out and rapidly tickled me. The minute I jumped, he pinned me on the floor. As soon as he picked up his hands, I grabbed them rapidly. "Hey, I'm not gonna do anything." Guess what? I let go and he tickled me. So I grabbed his hands. He fought for me to let go. "Okay, I'm done now." "I'm not falling for it." "No I'm seriously. I'm done. I wanna do something else." I let go and he just laid his hands on my face but I flinched a little. He bent over and slowly kissed my face, which gave me goosebumps. I realized my pants were right under my ass. I lifted myself to pull em up. "Eric, could we go back on the couch?" The floor was getting uncomfortable.
I sat on the couch and laid back. Eric sat down then came over to climb on top of me, but I was just overwhelmed from the physicalness. "Not right now, Eric." "What do you mean, darling?" "I just need a little room right now. Just for now." He didn't listen. He leaned on me and tried to rest his hand near my crotch, but I pushed him away and told him, "Stop! Seriously, I need my space. Just for today. It doesn't mean I don't love you. I just need to take a breather." I closed up my fly then. Eric gave me the sad look. "Oh, now you're closing your pants?" "I want my pants closed, Eric." "But I wanna see them open." He gives me the puppy eyes. "Not now, Eric." "Sandy, my penis is sinking. It hurts when it's not hard." "But I'm tired of having them open." "But baby, I just wanna see your feminine spot that makes me feel good. Don't you love me?" "Yes but I really don't want to." I was beginning to feel bad. "Please?" "No!" "Babe, my wiener hurts." I sighed and looked at the ceiling. "It hurts because it thinks you don't love me." I looked at him to find him holding onto his penis, giving me the sad look. I don't know what it's like to have a penis, but I started to imagine how it feels to have a hurting penis. So I ended up giving in. I opened my pants for him.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. "Now my wiener is hard. You wanna see?" "Not today Eric. I did one thing for you, so isn't that enough?" "I don't know if I can keep my wiener in my pants. You're so fucking hot." I looked at his down area and his penis was showing in his pants. I was feeling tingly hearing him beg. "Eric, if I say yes about this, is this the last thing you'll ask for?" He nodded slowly so then I told him, you know, go ahead. He let his penis loose from his pants. I started to feel the mood. As I reached to touch it, I backed my hand away then Eric says, "C'mon, babe. It won't bite." I reached slowly, so then Eric grabbed my hand to sort of help me touch it. So I officially felt his penis and it was warm.
Mrs. Cartman's car pulled up to the driveway, so Eric quickly tucked his penis in and quickly closed my pants. She came inside the house. "Mrs. Cartman, you're home early." "I found nothing important to do." "So do you need me to go?" "Oh, no, Miss C. I would love some quality time; the three of us." I paused for a moment. "Oh, sure. Sounds good."
Mrs. Cartman was making dinner in the kitchen. "Would you be able to stay for dinner, hun?" "I would love to, Mrs. Cartman." She turned around towards me. "Oh, sweetie, as Eric's girlfriend you can call me Leanne." There was a moment of silence. "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?" "I said you have my permission to call me Leanne since you're Eric's girlfriend." I froze my face for a couple of seconds. "Wait. You know?" "Of course, I know. When I saw Eric's friends walking on my way home, Kyle told me that my son was with his girlfriend, so I figured out it was you." "Oh?" "Well, really, I could already tell from the beginning. For the most part, Eric called you once just as I was calling my house phone he was using. He mentioned the part that he's your boyfriend." I froze my face again. "So, I take it you're cool with this?" "Of course I am. Eric could really use a woman like you. You're beautiful, talented, of course, my favorite country musician! I hoped you two would end up together from the start. You could really help him mature faster in no time." Eric walks in the kitchen. "Aw, mom, you too?" "Oh, Eric," she giggles. "You and this beautiful country chick sure make a marvelous couple. My future daughter in law, famous!" She walks up to me, holds my face, and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you, Mrs. Cartman." "Oh, please, call me Leanne." "Leanne, I'm really happy that you appreciate our relationship. I'm flattered that you're a big fan of me and think I'm mature, but we'll have to set some ground rules between us. I have boundaries." "What do you mean?" "Listen, I don't want you getting all up in my face where you're all touchy-feely and whatnot. Okay? And please don't be bragging about how much you like me all the time. I know how it feels when you're a huge fan of someone; I've been through that. But I need my air. Does that make sense?" "That makes plenty of sense. I understand, sweetie. But do you think I could get it out of my system, just to get it over with?" I sighed, "Okay. Let it out."
So then I wound up dealing with the extreme flirting. At least just to get it out of the way. She started out by screaming then hugged me in a surprise attack. It just hit me. It was so extreme we ended up walking around while hugging. She was hugging so tight around my neck, that I could barely breathe. Eric looked at me and I mouthed "help me!". She stopped hugging me but she held onto my face and cuckoo kissed me on my face. Those were the lips of a slut all over my face. Too bad I couldn't fight it.
Cartman's side
Dear diary,
I am so good at disciplining my girlfriend, she ended up thinking I didn't love her, which technically I don't but I want her to think I do. I told her I love her whether she's good or bad; that's a laugh! What the hell is love? The only thing I love here is being a man. It's working perfectly!
When Sandy didn't wanna open up her fly for me this one time, I got her to do what I say by faking that my wiener was in pain. She really fell for that! But my dick was sad that time. I can't resist seeing her feminine spot. Every part of her is feminine but her crotch just gives me a boner. So does her boobs. Damn! I gotta make love to that country bitch again!
Dear diary,
I just realized that my mom knows that Sandy's my girlfriend and shockingly she's happy about it! I was relieved! I even got to watch my mom go all over her! I was laughing my ass off!
Dear diary,
Mr. Jewish preacher man came over to run his same old Jew mouth on me again. He came in my room while I was playing darts all pissed off. "Oh, hey Kyle." Kyle walks up to me in anger while I'm play my darts. He just stares at me, pissed off while I was playing. "What, Kyle?" He just curls up his arms and walks up closer to me. "What? If you wanna play darts with me, all you have to do is ask." "I don't wanna play darts with you, you fat asshole! In fact, I no longer wanna do anything with you." "Then why did you come here?" "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Cartman. I just wanted you know that from now on, I'm dropping you as a friend and I'm replacing you with Caroline." I stopped playing. "What are you saying, Kyle?" "You are creating the worst vulgar offense I ever seen! You do not hit a woman, Cartman!" "Sandy told you? Wow, you guys are friends already." "I can't let you keep trying to control her life! This is getting out of hand! As a good friend of hers, I'm afraid I'll have to go to your mom about your relationship! That way she'll no longer be welcome in your life and she can feel safe!" I stared at Kyle and snickered. "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle; I'm afraid you can't." "Oh, yeah? Give me one good reason why not?" "You don't have to. She knows." There was the moment of silence. "What do you mean she knows?" "Technically, you told her. She already knew from the beginning but she found out for sure. My mom is shockingly happy that her future daughter in law is her favorite country singer. It's the best thing that's ever happened to her for her son to have 20 year old girlfriend." Kyle stared at me and froze his face. "So she's not gonna do anything about it?" "Nothing but marry us off in the future." "I don't believe you, fat ass! You're just trying to keep me from telling!" "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't believe me? Well, that's your problem, not mine." "PROBLEM?!! I don't have a problem! You're the one with a Goddamn problem, you fucking douche bag! You're an abusive boyfriend and I'm gonna put a stop to it!" "I'd love to see you do that. If you're really that sure that I'm making this up, why don't you go ask my mom, yourself. Go on. Snitch away!"
Kyle went downstairs, into the kitchen where my mom was making dinner. "Hello, Ms. Cartman." "Oh, hi, Kyle." "I need to talk to you about something serious." "Sure, hun." "You know Sandy Caroline?" "Oh, yes! She's my favorite country hit! Speaking of, I have wonderful news! Sandy Caroline is dating my son, Eric, your friend! She's gonna be my daughter in law someday!" "Oh,....... congratulations?" "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Kyle came walking to me with a froze shocked face. "Well, well, well, Kyle.....," "Unbelievable! You're mother is eccentric!" "Kyle, you're such a Jew. Get out of here."
I almost feel bad for Kyle..... NOT!
My side
Dear diary,
After rehearsal, I sat on the bench and practiced on the guitar. Kyle came sitting next to me. "Hi, Miss Caroline." "Oh, hello, Kyle." "Miss Caroline, I wanna talk to you about Cartman." I put away my guitar. "Kyle, every time you talk to me, it's always about him. I wish we could just hang out as friends and talk about other things." "Do you wanna hang out today? We could start over and I'll talk to you about your boyfriend later." "That sounds great. I'll have to call Mrs. Cartman and cancel with Eric." I took out my phone and called Cartman's residence. "Hello, Mrs., ... um.. Leanne. I'm calling to make a cancellation. I can't make it. I'm with a friend." "Okay, sweetie. Hopefully your boyfriend will take it just fine."
I went over at Kyle's place. He introduced me to his baby brother. "This is my little brother, Ike." "Ike," I giggled. "I never hear of that name. He is such a little muffin! For a brother, he looks different than you." "Oh, yeah, my parents adopted him from Canada." "I'm interested in adopting someday. I don't think I could handle pregnancy. Too many risks." "I hear you." Ike was just holding onto Kyle. "Sorry. Ike isn't used to strangers. Especially famous people because he doesn't see them in person. It's like if you saw Bart Simpson in real life suddenly." "Oh, yeah. I can see that. Would he let me hold him?" "I think so. Ike, can Miss Caroline hold u?" Ike just slowly walked over to me. I squatted down so he'll be less nervous. He looked me in the eyes then laid his hands on my knee caps. I, then held him, got up from squatting and picked up Ike. As soon as I picked him up, he held onto me. That feeling of a baby holding onto me when I carry them, makes me feel wanted. Unlike when they fight me to let them go. I felt like I never wanted to let him go. "Aww, he likes me." "Ike, who is that?" Ike looked at me and said in his cute baby voice "Miss Carrie". "Oh, Kyle, this is why I love little children. I hope I have a baby this sweet. Maybe I'll adopt a child from Canada."
"Miss Caroline, do you like video games?" "I did once, but now I'm not so sure." "What do you mean?" "I'm bad with respect when it comes to silence during a round. I tend to cheer people on and I haven't broken that habit." "Well, I don't have a problem with you cheering me on. You won't have to worry about it anyway because its a 2 player game." "I can play with you? You mean it?" "Of course you can play. Why would you think you couldn't?" "I, um, don't know." "Miss Caroline, your always welcome to play video games with me. That's what friends do." "Well, thank you, Kyle. Do I have to set it up too?" "Do you know how to?" "No but if you really want me to, I'll do my best." "No, it's okay. I know how to set it up perfectly. I'll do it." Kyle went to set up the game. "Kyle, you're the best friend anyone could have. I love how you're so generous. You're so smart for a nine year old." "It really means a lot that you feel that way. You are my number one inspiration. Ever since I saw you on The Voice, you have the attitude no other singer has. In fact, I've always voted for you." I felt so touched to have a real fan. "Kyle, you're so sweet." "So are you and I never thought I would ever actually bond with you like this. I love how you're so comfortable with me. I've never been close to any celebrity before." Kyle and I hugged; that was our first friendship hug after all of this bonding.
Kyle and I played some 2 player games for a while. We played race games, Mario type games, etc. It was so damn fun, I felt safer then. It would be nice if I could hang out with him more often, but Mrs. Cartman expects me with Eric all the time. Normally I never have time for him. At the end of the last game, I said to Kyle, "We should hang out more. I'd love to hang out with you and the others too." Kyle asked, "So, Miss Caroline, I see that you had fun playing but before you were so nervous about it. What was the problem?" "Oh, um, just that Eric made me set up his xbox one time. I couldn't play because it was 1 player so I sat on the floor to watch him. Then he tapped me in the mouth because I talked too much." "Goddam it! I can't believe that son of a bitch! Why do you still go out with him?" "In a way, I love him. He really loves me... a lot." "Miss Caroline, I'm really sorry to burst your bubble, but I honestly don't think he does." "What are you saying Kyle? I feel his love here," I pointed to my chest, "here," my stomach, "here," my hips, "here," and my crotch. "I don't follow you." "Kyle, when I'm with Eric I get the tingles inside my body. That tingly feeling I get is pieces of Eric's heart tickling inside me. That's how I know he loves me." "He told you that?" "Yes." "How could this get worse!" "Also, pieces of his heart melt and fall out of my body, onto my panties. But I still feel tingly because they reproduce." "That fucking asshole! I'm sorry, but that is full of it! Miss Caroline, you can feel like that about anyone even if you don't love each other. Look, those tingles you're feeling are not pieces of his heart. It's the chemicals in your body giving you the sexual feeling. Cartman is making up bull crap so that you'd have sex with him which apparently it worked." "Yes. He made love to me." "That's what people call it. Look, he really wanted you to be his girlfriend so he can feel like a man. His goal is to mature faster than me and my friends. So he's dating you because you're twenty and he developed sexual urges towards you because you are beautiful the way you're built. So now he thinks he's grown up. And he knows you have a disability so he's messing with it. Listen, you can't believe anything he says. He's messing with your head. In other words, he doesn't love you." I pause for a moment. "Kyle, I like you and you're a nice boy, but I don't know if I can believe that." "What are you saying? I'm only telling you this as your friend because I love you." "I love you too, but Eric says that if I don't wanna be gullible I have to take his words because he's my boyfriend." "But what about me?" "Well, you're not my boyfriend." "No, but I'm your friend, right?" "Yes, you are and I'm not saying you're lying. I just don't think that's right." Kyle sat closer to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Miss Caroline, you're my new best friend. I don't want you to get hurt." He picked up my hand and held it against his chest. "You're a better person than he is. You have changed my life. I don't want him to traumatize you. You've been there." I touched his hand that was holding mine. "I won't, Kyle. I have to get back to the hotel. I have an early morning tomorrow. It really meant a lot for you to have me over. I'll see you again, Kyle." I hugged him and then went back.
Cartman's side
Dear diary,
Unfortunately, Sandy "couldn't make it today". Goddamn it! Goddamn it! Godamn it! So I had to spend the day with my Goddamn mom! Fuck! A day without messing with Sandy's head. Shit! I heard she was with a friend. I wonder what the hell she's doing with that person. I wonder what she's gossiping about! Goddamn it! It better not be Butters! Ugh! I'm so gonna find out!
My side
Dear diary,
I went over to Eric's again. I stepped into his house and he just looked mad at me. "What's wrong, Eric?" "Where have you been, Sandy?" He asked in his thunder-soft voice, but it wasn't as pleasant. "What are you talking about? Didn't you're mom tell you?" "Yes. She said you were with a friend." "I was." "Yeh? A friend who?" I sat on the couch. "Eric, he's just a friend. Nothing personal." "Nothing personal, huh? So, then who is it?" I just sat there and didn't answer him. "I asked you a question, Sandy!" "This really doesn't concern you, Eric. It was just a friend." "I see, but is it really that much to ask who it is?" "No. Just it's my business." Eric paused for a moment. "It's not Butters, is it?" I sighed, "No, it is not. I've learned my lesson on that because I don't wanna wind up getting tapped in the face again." "Okay, so if this is someone I won't 'tap' you over being with, then why can't you tell me?" "Why do you need to know?" "Goddamn it! All I want is to know the person's name! Is that to much to ask, Goddamn you?!" "Okay, okay! If I tell you his name will you chill out with that?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just tell me!" "It was Kyle! There! I said it! Happy?" Eric froze his face. "You blew me off to hang out with my friend, Kyle, and it's none of my business!" "I didn't blow you off. I wanted to get to know him better so we had quality time." Eric smacked his hand on his face. "I can't believe you hang out with that Jew." "Eric, you don't talk about people like that. I know he calls you fat but two wrongs don't make a right." "Now you have to be all Irish." "What are you talking about?" "Don't be such an Irish wench!" My heart sank that time. "Now you're gonna be racial with me? I see how you are." I faced forward with my arms curled up. "Hey, I was just kidding." "It wasn't funny, Eric." "Okay, baby, okay. You wanna be friends with Kyle, go ahead. I still love you." "You're serious?" "Yes, as long as you don't have a thing for him." "Auy," I sighed.
As I was sitting there, looking down with my hands on my head, Eric says to me, "Sandy, don't be mad at me. I know that this week I've been hard on you, but I just hope you know that I love you and I didn't mean to throw a fit." He came close and laid his hand on my back. "Babe, you know how when you first came over we talked about my emotional problems?" I looked at him and answered, "Yeah." "Well, part of them is that I have temper issues. You see sometimes I could get really pissed off where I could get out of control and do the wrong thing. I just can't help myself sometimes. See, it's not really you. It's just me. I'm really, really sorry for everything." I thought for a moment. "You know what? I understand. I've been where you're at. You see, I'm bipolar so I have emotional problems too. The kind that you have now, I had it myself when I was fifteen. You remind me of me. I lost all of my friends for that." He just laid his head against my shoulder. I looked at him then he started kissing my lips. After he kissed me slowly, he head-butted my side then it led to my stomach, which is where it was tingling. Then he head-butted my breasts from underneath. I got the giggles that time. "What's so funny?" "I don't know," I giggled. We were just sitting there and he had his hand on my thigh, lightly. He was rubbing my thigh, so light, I couldn't sit still. I continued giggling and fidgeting because it felt ticklish. I felt goosebumps develop. "Seriously, what's so funny?" I held his hand down on my thigh. "I'm feeling tingly again. You're giving me goosebumps." "Oh, yes. I see them." Eric felt my goosebumps on my arm with extreme lightness. "Eric, stop it! I can't take it!" "Baby, do you wanna go downstairs?" I was shocked but felt tingly at the same time because I got the feeling that he was gonna have sex with me again. "Oh, Eric," I giggled as I leaned onto him. "Is that a yes?" "Okay," I giggled again.
When we went to the basement, Eric asked, "Sandy, why are you so giggly today?" "I don't know, Eric. I'm just feeling those pieces of your heart and I love this tingly feeling in my body. I don't want it to go away." He was holding onto his down area as he climbed on top of me and made out with me fiercely. While we were kissing, I was caressing him then I felt his winter hat and I couldn't resist; I took it off of him and ran my hands through his hair. He laid me down and kissed me even more fiercely. Just when I wasn't looking as we were making out, he opened my fly and pulled my pants down halfway. He put his hands under the sides of my panties, which gave me more goosebumps. He just pulled down my panties and my pants all the way down. Then suddenly I felt something warm down there. I figured out it was his penis. It was true. His penis came inside my vagina again. That's where I was feeling that tingly feeling but extreme. It just felt damn good, it was really tingling me inside. It was intense enough that he was tickling the inside of my body, but he put a lot of weight on me, laying on top. I recognized that feeling from the feeling I got when Eric first made love to me. That tingly feeling I get every time, I just can't get enough of it. It just makes me happy and it makes me feel loved. It was tingling my body so much that it made me moan. I just couldn't keep it down. It still felt new to me because of the discipline he's been giving me that gave me pain. Just to feel his penis rubbing inside my vagina, felt ticklish. Aside of the ticklish feeling on my vagina, I also felt it on my hips and in my stomach. I felt it going down my legs, as well, which caused goosebumps on them and made them tremble. Feeling Eric's weight and pressure on me made it more intense. In addition to me moaning out loud, I was panting super hard because the weight on me I was feeling made me more out of breath. It's weird because Eric is a child and I'm a grown adult, but he's still a strong boy. For a grown woman taller than him, I sure am a wimp. That's why I always feel like it's the other way around with the age thing. Its as if he were a twenty year old man and I was just a little girl. One of the things I admire about Eric, which is why I listen to him so much.
As soon as we got to the most burning point and cooled down, Eric got up off me, took out his penis, put it away, then just laid down but didn't sleep for a change. I stood up and pulled up my panties. "Eric?" "Yeah?" "What makes my body tingle and burn so much when you... um.. make love to me?" "Sandy, we've been through this before." "You never told me about why it's extreme." "Well, let's just say when my wiener is digging in you, melted pieces of my heart are shooting out my wiener and then you have more of them tingling inside you." "No way!" I put on my pants and went to the stairs. "Hey, now you're leaving me?" I stopped short. "I'm just going upstairs." "Without me?" "Why, did you want me to stay down here with you?" "Nah. I'm fine. I made love to you so I don't need any company." I was so confused. "Okay. I don't know what you mean but okay. I'll leave you alone." I started to take a step then Eric just changed his mind. "You can't just leave." "I'm not leaving. I'm going upstairs. And you said I can go." "I didn't say anything like that." "Yes you did. Now make up your mind." He stopped to think for a moment. "I really don't care anymore. I'll be fine down here while you're up there." I almost took a step but guess what? "Just where the hell are you going? You can't just walk out on me." That got on my last nerve, so I got fed up. I let out a big growl then just went upstairs. No fuck given.
I just sat on the couch and called Kyle's home phone. "Hello?" That was Kyle's mother's voice. "Hi. It's Sandy Caroline. Is Kyle there?" "Oh! Sandy, I'm glad you called. I'll get Kyle." So Kyle came in. "Hello?" "Hi, Kyle. How are you." "I'm just great but as you know I'm still worried about you." "Yes. You were right about the one thing you told me a long time ago. He made a rude remark about your religion. As your good friend, I stuck up for you because that pissed me off." "Thank you, um,-- sorry to get off topic but can I just call you Caroline?" "Sure. You call me what you're comfortable with." "Anyways, I appreciate what you did. You are a good friend, but that's what Cartman does. Thats just him." "Kyle, he shouldn't though." "I know but he's never gonna change on that." "He even made a remark about the fact that I'm Irish. That was racist." "Caroline, Cartman is racist. That's how he is." Just when I was about to say something, I hear the door open and footsteps. "Miss Caroline, what the hell are you doing on the phone?!" I was shocked that Ms. Cartman was there. "Uh..... Kyle, I have to go!" I just hung up. She came in anger. "Where's Eric?" "Um, downstairs." So then she went to go get him.
When Eric came upstairs with Mrs. Cartman, I heard him say to her. "Mom, Sandy left me in the cold downstairs. I begged her to stay down with me." I was filling up with anger. They came in the living room. "I can not believe you, Miss C! My boy needed company and what did you do?" I froze my face because I was just shocked. "You can't be serious! He kept telling me he didn't need me!" "He said he did! Don't be lying, Miss C." "I'm not! He couldn't make up his mind!" "So you were so fed up you decide to violate him." I couldn't take it anymore. I broke out a scream and stood up. "Is there one thing I can do that's right? Just one Goddamn thing! I wanna be good! I wanna be good for a change! I'm sick of being bad!" I burst into tears. "All I ever do is get yelled at by everyone! I can't live like this! If I can't do anything right soon... I'll kill myself!" They both gasped. "Miss C," exclaimed Mrs. Cartman. "Why would you say something like that?" "I don't wanna be alive anymore, Mrs. Cartman! It's not worth it! I wanna die!" I heard Eric say to his mom, "I think she's about to get her period." I turn around and yell, "Shut up, Eric!" "Don't you dare tell my boy to shut up!" I screamed my ass off again, then knocked over and broke another glass possession, which I couldn't care less what is was, and hit the Goddamn road.
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