Before Note:

I guess if you never read my old one you can skip the b/n if you want. :p

Well yeah… It's been a while. I originally started this story in 2005. 4 years ago and when I was only 14. D: No wonder I'm embarrassed when I read my old chapters, but anyway I randomly felt the need to start this story over because it's been an idea in my mind since well, 2005. I now have my own lap top so I can write whenever I can so I might be able to update every now and then. No promises though. Anyways, just so you know I hope one day to make this an original piece of work (with my own characters etc.), but first I wanted to see if the plot was generally good so I'm putting it on here. Which means revvviiiew please. If you like it reviews motivate me. Anyways. I hope you enjoy this new and improved version of The Sad Story Of An English Outcast.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea and my own words. The original characters have nothing to do with my own imagination.

Warning: Course language and gay and violence and blah blah blah…

Impetus:

I've hated my accent since I moved to this cursed country. America the beautiful, land of dreams. What a crock. More like the land of my nightmares. I moved here about ten years ago at the tender and impressionable age of seven. My aunt and uncle adopted me and decided that the dark and dank depressive setting of London might remind me too much of my parents. It's actually their fault that my accent hasn't disintegrated into a hybrid mutant baby of a Midwestern drawl and English inflection. Their stark accent that I hear daily keeps the edges of the speech of the other citizens of Colorado away. Thus my plague is kept in a pristine and complete state.

Ever since I moved here from my homeland I have been the object of bullying by the hillbilly-esque people of South Park. This small town, untouched by most of suburbia and liberal ideas, has strict views that have been passed down by many generations of inbred villagers. If you weren't born here you didn't belong. If you didn't look or sound like us, you were an invader and are to be treated as such. This close minded view hasn't escaped the latest generation of assholes. My peers, even though I've lived here for ten years, still consider me an outsider and apparently want to run me out of town like a bank robber from an old western. They are the reason that my life has been a living hell. Even today…

"Hey, hey, heyyyyy, Pippy," Cartman stumbled over and sat his fat ass in the chair next to me. Even in the horribly fragrant cafeteria I could still smell old cheap cologne and B.O radiating off of his enormous body. He grinned impishly and leaned toward me in a friendly manner.

"What?" I replied in a monotonous, bored tone while trying to ignore him and eat the rest of my greasy, nasty concoction that the lunch lady liked to joke around and call soup. I shifted my eyes from his jumbled, braced teeth and concentrated on the 'peas' that were floating around in the brown liquid.

"Well, that's not a very nice way to talk to your friends, Pippy," his smile faded into a smug smirk, "Quit eating and talk to us." He pointed his bulbous thumb at Kenny, a tall, scrawny guy who always looked like he was trying to disappear in an oversized hoodie and baggy, ill-fitting clothes, that snuck up behind me and stood directly behind my chair.

"Yeah, Pip. That's no way to treat me. Especially since I like you." Kenny snickered as he leaned above my head and shoved his pelvic area into my back. A shiver ran down my back and I reacted involuntarily. I threw my spoon full of soup into the air, which tumbled perilously in slow motion until, of course, it landed on Cartman's heaving man boobs.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck.

Ha. Straight for the cleavage.

"What the fuck man?!" He sneered as he took the spoon and threw it at my head. He stood up abruptly and grabbed my collar as I heard a hush come over the cafeteria. Great. Everyone is staring at me getting the shit beat out of me. I winced as I braced myself for the impact of his fist but, it didn't come. After a few moments I finally grew the balls to peek at my transgressor. He had a huge grin on his mug and then he winked. "I wanted you to see my face as I beat the shit out of you." And then boom. Impact. Bright stars and little baby Chiclets blurred my vision as I passed out.

Oh fuck. My eye hurts like hell.

I'm sure hell hurts way worse than a black eye.

Uhhh…Where am I?

Open your eyes and see, dumb shit.

My eyes crept open slowly- or rather one did. My left eye didn't cooperate with my nervous system's pleads. When my right one adjusted to the light I could make out the dusty tiled roof that belongs to South Park High School. I sat up and the world whirled around me as if I was on a roller coaster. Fucckkk. After a few eternities of lying perfectly still, I dared to sit up to avail. I shut my eye to prevent another tilt-a-whirl ride and then opened it to recognize myself sitting in the nurse's office. I sat for a few moments gaining my bearings of what happened and then brought my fingers up gradually, gently touching my left eye. Big mistake.

Shit man! My eye! What the fuck happened to it?

Hmmm… You don't remember?

Uhhh…not so much.

Forgetful twit. Cartman just punched you for sexually harassing his tidies with a hot spoon.

Ummm… Okay… I remember now…Oh shit.

What?

He's gunna beat the living piss out of me when he sees me.

I bolted up, which was a mistake. The world went upside down, and sideways, and inverted, and it finally landed on black and white for a few seconds, as if my normal eyesight was a prize on a spinner. Oh crap. I fell backward suddenly and sat with my back against the wall with my eyes closed for a few moments to recuperate.

He did a number on me this time…

They could have done worse, ya know, you sniveling wimp.

Whatever. I don't think they could do worse than bashing me up.

Heh. That's what you think. That Kenny kid seems to like you a lot, you know.

No, no I don't. He just likes messing with me like Cartman.

That's what you think.

Yeah, right. I think I'm going to try and get up now.

I peeled my good eye open and leaned forward slightly, testing myself. I seemed fine, so slowly leaned into a standing position. I stood still to make sure I wouldn't collapse and then made my way around the bend that separates the recuperation beds from the main nurse's office.

"Mrs. Fitzpatrick?" I queried as I came around and saw no one residing behind the nurse's desk, "Hello?" I popped my head out of the threshold to see if the nurse was inside the adjacent corridor. She wasn't there, so I went over to her desk to look how long I was knocked out. On her desk sat an old school clock which I snatched up. 1:30. 1:30! I had been out for at least an hour and a half. Shit. I'm so weak… As I sat down the time piece I noticed a bright neon green post-it note with Phillip scrawled in big cursive letters. I picked it up and stared at it until my one eye could focus on it:

"Phillip! I didn't know when you were going to wake up so I entrusted you to your little friends, Cartman and Kenny, who brought you to me, while I went out to an emergency. I'm sure they will take good care of you while I take my leave! –Mrs. Fitzpatrick."

Cartman… and Kenny? What the fuck is this? What is she thinking! They brought me here because they did it! Where are they?

They must have something planned for you.

Like what?

Kenny likes you quite a lot.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?!

Heh. Maybe if you stay here very much longer you'll find out.

Maybe I should leave?

Psshhh. Duh.

But I can't go to class. 5th period is now and I share that with both of those ass-holes!

You can always go home. It's safer there.

I shoved the post-it into my jacket's pocket, busted out of the room's door, and took the left wing towards the nearest exit. Just gotta make it through that door and then I can make it home.

Two loud feminine voices wafted from down the hallway, "So how do you think you did on that AP exam?"

"Oh, I don't know, but I think I might have passed it."

"I hope so. I don't think I did that well…"

Oh shit. It sounds like Wendy and Bebe.

So?

You know Wendy. That stuck up bitch will tell the administration if she just sees me straight up leave the building. And the administration will tell my parents. And Father will be pissed.

Sucks for you.

You're no help. I'll just have to find another way out…

I peaked around the corner and saw Wendy's curly, flowing black hair about ten inches from my face. I reeled backwards so hard that I almost lost balance and fell forward to absolute doom. Defiantly can't go that way…The only other exit is right in front of the office and they will surely see me there. I looked around quickly and couldn't see any other way. "OW!" I snapped my head to my left as a door flew open and hit my shoulder.

"Sorry!" Some nerdy looking kid apologized as he fled from wherever he came.

I wonder what his problem is? Whatever… I looked to make sure Wendy and Bebe didn't notice me. Luckily they were still talking obnoxiously loud while they hung signs up for something on some people's lockers. I shifted my eyes over to the door that hit me and saw the universal potty room sign. The bathroom…The bathroom has windows! I grinned and flew open the door. The bathroom's dark interior was a stark contrast to the rest of the bright white walls of the rest of the school. It's always bothered me, but I guess, since the janitors are so lazy, they wanted a color that the crap people spread on the walls would blend in to. The bathroom was uncharacteristically dark though, so I felt around for the light switch. I flipped it on and it cast a sickly, dingy yellow light on the bathroom, the kind that made people feel pale, old, and ugly in dressing rooms. It illuminated the two figures at the same time that the overwhelming smell of smoke hit me. Oh shit. Why? The only people at school who have the audacity to smoke at school, the only people at school with the nerve to leave some one they beat up in the nurse's office and volunteer to take care of them, the only people in not only the school, but the whole world that I never ever wanted to see again. Of course they were in here.

"Hey Kenny, look who's here!" Cartman enthused and playfully punched the smoking Kenny in the arm. Kenny didn't say anything and just crookedly smiled around his cigarette and stared at me, frozen in front of the door. "Aren't you lucky? Come here, Pippy!"

Instead of speaking, I responded by franticly turning to open the door. "Eyyah!" The air whooshed out of me as another body pushed me up against the wall next to the door and buried my face into the nasty tile. I heard a click as the bathroom door's lock closed. Oh my god… The body that leaned on me finally lifted and grabbed me by my waist before it flung me around. I was then shoved against the wall again and I saw the body was Kenny.

"Cartman, hold my cigarette," He held it out as Cartman waddled over and snatched it from his hand. My face contorted to one of terror, even my bad eye opened to match my normal one's degree of wideness. "Aww, Pip don't make your pretty face ugly. It already makes me sad that asshole over there gave you a black eye." If my eyes could have gotten any bigger I think they would have just fallen out right then. Kenny was half on me and with the arm that wasn't supporting him on the wall he cupped my chin and made me look at him. "'course this scared and innocent look is pretty hot too."

All I could do was just stare at him and stand there. My brain quit working except for a voice in my head taunting me and saying: I told you he liked you. I warned you. I told you.

He leaned his pelvis on to me and I noticed something more pushing on me. A blush betrayed me by over taking my face. He smiled, "Yes, indeed. That look is wonderful on you. And it seems you like this also."

"Ughh?" Was the only sound that I could utter.

"Hmmm? Is something stuck in your mouth? Let me check for you…" He leaned down to me, put his nasty mouth on mine, and then forced it open with his tongue. My senses came back to me at once and I tried to shove him off of me. He pulled away and stared at me like I was the crazy one, "What?"

"Stop! I don't want your filthy hands on me!" I spit out in a ragged voice.

"Hah. Yeah right," he grabbed my crotch, which was also betraying me, "It seems your little friend there wants my filthy hands on it."

"No…" My blush increased and he smirked before he took my face again. I started thrashing about and kicked him in the shin a couple of times. "STOP!" I screamed again when his mouth left mine. Maybe if I yell enough Wendy and Bebe or someone will hear me and get a janitor to unlock the door… "HE—"

"What the fuck do you're doing, Pip?" Kenny whispered as he threw me onto the floor. "I hope you're not trying to get us interrupted, because I'm not going to stop." He held my legs between his and then locked my arms onto the floor with his hands.

My eyes scattered all over the room as I looked for anything that could be my savior. They landed on Cartman who was standing there with a slightly disgusted look on his face. "Help? Please?"

Kenny snickered and Cartman frowned, "It's Kenny's turn. I punched you and now it's his turn to do whatever he wants. I'm not going to ruin my buddy's fun, even if it is sick and disgusting." With that he took a drag on Kenny's cigarette and went into a stall.

I looked back at Kenny's face and his dark blue-gray eyes pierced mine. Kenny usually didn't express much, but his eyes always gave whatever he felt away. He leaned down slowly and his long golden hair tickled my forehead. He smiled at me and I could see that all his eyes held right now was complete and utter lust.

"I wanted for so long to do this," his smile turned in to a demonic grin, "I'll try to be easy on you. I can tell you're a virgin."

Tears started streaming out of my eyes, stinging in my messed up one. There's no way out. My virginity is going to be taken by disgusting whore that I hate.

I told you. He likes you.

I relocked the bathroom door before anyone could come in and see me in my current state. I grabbed my scattered clothes off of the restroom's floor and threw them on as quickly as I could. I could already feel the bruises on my abdomen and back. My ass hurt almost as bad as my eye did. Tears were still coming out of my eyes like a torrent. I put on my shirt and went to the mirror over the sink. I was shaking and held onto the edges of the bowl for support. I stared at the image in the mirror and saw I was a complete and utter mess. My light blonde hair stuck out in random tufts and sweat plastered my bangs to my forehead, my eye was as swollen as ever and the eye bloodshot, I had a hickey already forming on my neck, and my face was tear stained. I washed it, hoping that this would make my appearance less haphazard.

I can't believe this.

Well do, because it happened.

I was raped. By another guy. By Kenny.

What part of 'I told you' do you not understand?

You could have warned me!

I did you idiot! It's not my fault you are a defenseless retard. Oh well, I'm surprised you aren't all giddy right now.

What! Why would I be giddy!?

Well you got laid for the first time. I would be happy as fuck.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" CRASHHH! My fist shattered the cheap plexi-glass mirror as a bout of rage burned through my brain. I stood there a moment, stunned by my own action and then slowly removed my hand. It wasn't cut too bad; the mirror was made to not break easily. I cringed as I picked a few beaded shards of glass out of my knuckles and then rinsed it under the tap. I grabbed some paper towels, wrapped my fist with a few, and then shoved the rest into my pants pocket. I can't believe I did that. I just stood there for a minute, trying to catch my breath so I could stop hyperventilating.

Once I was okay again, I went over to the farthest wall where a small window was placed about six feet in the air. This part of the school was built back in the sixties and the school couldn't afford air conditioning, so they put a window in here for air circulation and put it high so people couldn't get out easily. Just my luck. But I decided that on the sink my five feet seven inches could easily reach the sill. I pushed up the old-school lock and swung the window open as much as I could. The cool wind rushed in and blew my hair away from my face. It felt good and made me want to leave more. I pulled myself up so that my torso hung outside and my legs thrashed around inside, trying to propel me forward. Great, I'm just going to have to fall on my face. I leaned forward and lost my balance, tumbling ahead. I put my hands out in front of myself and for a second I some how managed to do a handstand before my body lost balance again and I fell on my ass. Marvelous. Make it hurt more. I stood up and brushed my butt off. I sighed hard and trampled forward. My feet dragged slightly due to my exhaustion, but I tried to walk as fast as I could. I have to get out of here. Now. I need to go home. It's so cold outside. It feels good. It's the exact opposite of him. It felt as if he was smothering me… Ugg! I want him out of my mind.

You know one way, you glutton for pain, you.

Shut up, I'm in enough pain as is.

I walked down the sidewalk, earning a few weird glances as I passed people, walking the ten blocks home. I finally arrived in front of beige two-story house. I walked up the drive, went to the door, and tried to turn the knob. It didn't budge. Damn. My keys are in my backpack, which is in the school somewhere. I haven't seen it since lunch… I gave an exasperated sigh and fell onto the door before I slowly slid down. I'm going to have to wait until five for my father to come home. Hopefully mother will return before he does. My father worked in a cubicle in a dead end job, nine to five. All work and no play leaves Johnny a dull boy suits him completely. If he saw me in this state he would be pissed. There is nothing I can do though… Its going to be a while… I should just take a nap. It didn't take long before darkness overcame my senses and I passed out on my doorstep.

After note: Well, I hope you guys like it. I think the plot so far makes sense and everything. If I am wrong though, please tell me so I can improve before I write the next chapter. Concerning Pip's guardianship, I am aware that his sister was supposed to adopt him, but you know what? I don't care. :p Thanks for reading and please review! It helps motivate me to write the rest of the story.