Toxic (Cartman x male reader)

Chapter 12 - Comfort me

(Vent chapter because I feel ran over by my parents)

Your POV

My aunt is coming over for lunch today, which I thought it was just gonna go easy. But guess what. It fucking didn't.

I was up in my room just lying in bed. I heard the doorbell and my mom opening the door, which it's obviously my aunt. A few minutes later, dad called me and Elenor to go down for lunch.

We went to the kitchen and sat down. Although, I didn't eat that much like usual. Everything just went wrong after my aunt asked me a question that I didn't want to talk about. It was an embarrassing and uncomfortable memory.

"Uh.. I'll rather not talk about it." I responded. Somehow, dad got pissed at me. "Y/N, why did you say that to your own aunt?" He asked with a serious face expression. Bruh. Why?

I just looked at him without any emotion because I don't feel like giving a shit about unimportant stuff my parents want. "I don't really like that memory." I answered. My annoying ass dad didn't respect my boundary and continue to run over me with a truck like Kenny.

"Y/N. When someone talks to you about something, you don't refuse and say you don't want to, you open the topic. I don't care if you don't like it, because they want it. Now start learning how to be mature and stop saying no. Now next time when a family asks you something about you, you answer them you mistake. YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I wish I could confront him, so I just looked at him feeling extremely pissed of how delusional his tiny brain is.

"Fine. Sorry." I said, a bit coldly. He dad groaned and continued eating. Thanks a lot dad, now I don't want to finish my fucking lunch after this. I took my plate, threw my food away, and tossed the plate into the sink. I marched upstairs and slammed the door.

I spent my time being pissed and talking to myself. A few minutes later, mom opened the door and she was also pissed. "Next time, be nice to your family members and stop being selfish. And smile." She closed the door and I just sighed.

Jesus fucking Christ. Why do my parents expect shit on me? Why do they care more about their expectations on me more than they care for my health and happiness? I fucking hate these bitches. They always show love for Elenor and Oliver, and not me. Being the middle child sucks. I fucking hate this family. I can't stand them and I am jealous of these kids out here who have supportive families.

What makes mom and dad expect to be that naïve? They basically think I'm a punching bag who can't win a fight against a weak person. I hate them so fucking much. Especially my father. My dad is the MAIN REASON why my self esteem is so fucking low. I want to get a shotgun and blow his god damn head off in his sleep and go straight to school. But I didn't. BECAUSE I WANT HIM TO SUFFER. And suffer hard when he finds out about my crimes. My parents will be blamed for my condoms and I never killed innocent humans. I killed them because they fuck with me. Eric is the one who does shit to innocents.

I buried my face into my pillow and started screaming and punching the pillow. I hate myself so much... I hate my family, I hate my goals, I hate my responsibilities, I hate my grades...
I HATE EVERYTHING!!!!

I began to cry, which is something that i'll never let anybody to see. Ever.

I wonder how my parents will feel if I ever shot my school down and turned the gun to myself.

Eric suddenly texted me.

Kickass: How ya doin

You: Please come over I feel like shit

Kickass: Ok sure

Cartman POV

I arrived to Y/N's house and pressed the doorbell. His mom opened the door. "Where's Y/N?" I asked her. "In his room, Eric." She answered, knowing my name since Y/N and I are close friends.

I ran upstairs and knocked on his door. "Hey bitch it's Eric!" I called. "Come in..." he answered, sounding weak. What the hell happened?

I opened his door and found him laying on his bed, curled up in a ball and his hair covering his face. "Hey what's wrong?" I asked, closing the door. "Parents. My fucking parents." He spat, but he wasn't looking at me.

"Damn." I said sitting next to his back and placed my hand on his head. Yeah, he told me about his parents before. They're neglectful.

"Hey hey, it's ok, stop crying you're a man." I sighed. He sat up which looked like he was about to cry. I gave him a hug and he hugged back.

Your POV

It's kinda surprising to know that I'm probably one of those people who Eric really cares for. If any other of our friends were suffering like me, he would leave them hanging. I just wonder why he cares for me unlike everyone.

"I can make you feel better." He smiled. "Ok.. what is it?" I asked, calming down a bit. He pulled out his phone and shows me a weird art.

I just couldn't help but to laugh. "WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE KIDS!!DID YOU DRAW THEM??"

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" Cartman shrugged. I playfully pushed him and he playfully hits me.