So I came up with the idea a while ago. This will likely be a one-shot, but if you guys want me to continue it, I will.

The idea was inspired by a CSA headcanon I found on Tumblr. One about Kenny being... CSAed. There are almost no fanfics with this, so... here we are. Rated T due to only being implied, but if you guys think it should be rated M, I'll change it.

It's all the McCormick family, by the way- Karen McCormick, Kevin McCormick, Kenny McCormick...

And the kids are abused in this story.

Kevin sighed as he stood in the driveway. His parents were inside, he knew, prepared to beat his ass for leaving for an entire week.

Wait. Parents? The people- no, monsters- inside were no parents. Parents didn't beat you and your siblings. Parents didn't spend money on booze instead of much-needed food. Parents didn't do weed and meth. Parent's didn't get drunk every five seconds. Parents didn't fight at every opportunity. Parents didn't neglect a child if they were the youngest. Parents didn't favor you, the eldest, just because you were 'not an accident'. Parents didn't physically and mentally abuse the middle child due to not fitting into either category. Parents didn't abuse.

These were no parents.

Kevin couldn't help the small feelings of fear as he realized Mom wasn't home- and it was Saturday. Dad would be home, along with his siblings, then. He had hoped for Mom to be home, as he was apparently her favorite. Fortunately, Dad was dozing on the couch and Kevin was able to sneak into the hallway leading to his room. But passing by his younger brother Kenny's room, he heard something that sounded distinctly like... crying.

He suddenly felt really guilty as he glanced inside. Kevin never left for a full week. Never. He knew that the parents were probably worse when he wasn't around, but he'd never felt guilt for leaving... so why now?

The thirteen-year-old saw the blonde boy sitting on his lumpy mattress, the little sister known as Karen trying to comfort the middle child. That was new. It was always Karen who was in need in comfort. Kenny had almost never cried in his entire life. Kevin knew that once, one of Kenny's friends made him cry, but he hadn't been present for it.

Karen, little seven-year-old Karen, was terrified and dirty, unsure of what exactly to do as she patted Kenny's back. "Kevin... help. I... he's..." she sounded as if she was about to cry as well.

Kevin approached the bed. "Hey," he said, sitting on Kenny's other side. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore... I'm sorry..." Kenny cried. The blue-eyed boy usually wore an orange parka with the hood up, yet the hood was down and it was unzipped. In fact, all of his clothing looked as if it had been hurriedly put on.

"Do what? What happened?" asked Kevin. Kenny just kept shaking his head and crying. He turned to Karen. "Karen? What happened here? Did Dad hit him badly?"

"I-I think... but... it didn't sound like it. Kenny almost never cries out when he's hit. He was earlier."

"Where were you?"

"In my room. I th-think I know what happened, but... I don't want to upset him..." she nodded to her older brother- Kenny, that is. The brunette girl bit her lip and nodded toward the door.

In the hallway, she spoke again. "Y-y'see, one day... D-Dad was drunk a-and he came into my room when you and Mom w-were gone. He st-started touching me weird... and then K-Kenny burst in, yelling something. Dad told me to leave him and Kenny, s-so I ran and hid in Kenny's r-room. I d-don't know what happened, b-but Kenny screamed once and h-he was crying after Dad left. I th-think... Dad touched him weird t-too."

"Did it happen again today?"

"Y-Yes, I think."

"Then Dad did a helluva lot more than just touching," Kevin growled. He went back into Kenny's room. "Kenny. Did Dad-"

"Yes. I-I-I know what you're going to say, and y-yes," Kenny said, curled into fetal position, tears staining his cheeks.

"He... really did?" Kevin froze for a moment before fire rose into his eyes. "That BASTARD!"

Kevin stormed into the living room, where Dad still was. "WAKE UP, YOU SICK FUCK!"

The man jumped. "WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT DID I DO?!" He chucked an empty beer can at Kevin, missing horribly. Still drunk.

"YOU RAPED KENNY IS WHAT YOU DID!" Kevin screamed.

"It wasn't rape! HE CONSENTED FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"HE'S TEN! HE CAN'T GIVE CONSENT, AND HE NEVER WOULD TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" Kevin took a step backwards as his dad stood up. He felt Kenny and Karen behind him, Karen shrinking into Kenny's parka and Kenny himself hiding behind Kevin.

"I-I only said y-y-yes because... h-h-he w-w-was going to get K-K-Karen..." Kenny was crying still.

"YOU SEE?! YOU RAPED HIM, YOU FREAK!" Kevin stood protectively in front of Kenny and Karen. "I'M TELLING MOM WHAT YOU DID! HOPEFULLY SHE'S SOBER ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID WAS WRONG!"

Kevin was suddenly grabbed by his father and pinned against the wall. "Listen, you little bitch! I don't have to take any shit from you! The only reason you're here right now is because Carol wants you to be! And YOU ARE NOT TELLING HER-!"

"Stuart?!" Kevin looked at the source of the voice- his mother.

"Mom!" Karen, before Stuart could stop her, rushed over to her mother, and tried to start telling her everything that had happened at once. The woman shushed her gently, saying she couldn't understand since she was talking so fast, and glared at Stuart.

"What is going on? Why is Kevin pinned against the wall, why is Kenny crying, and why is Karen like... this?" From the slur-free voice, steady footing, and actual concern about her children, she was sober.

"Mom, Dad-" Kevin stopped talking as Stuart's fist connected with his face. It was too late- Karen was already talking.

"I-I don't know exactly what happened, b-b-but Kevin said it was called 'rape'. A-And Dad did it to Kenny," she said.

Carol's face immediately contorted into something mixed with disgust and fury. "STUART!" She screamed, flying at her husband. "HOW COULD YOU?! HE'S YOUR SON! YOU-"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE'S A FUCKING WHORE!"

"I'M NOT A WHORE!" Kenny screamed.

"THEN WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE ONE, YOU GODDAMN QUEER!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO OUR SON LIKE THAT!"

"I'LL TELL THAT SLUT WHATEVER I WANT!"

Kevin stumbled away and grabbed Kenny's arm, leading him over to Karen. "Run."

"What?" Kenny asked, wiping away tears.

"Run, go to a friend's house or something. I'll try to make sure they don't kill each other."

Cartman was just minding his own business, texting in the group chat to Butters, when he suddenly got a private message from Kenny.

Poor Boi: hey can I come over

Cartman typed a response.

You: Yeah sure

Cartman sighed before walking over to the window and opening it. About a minute passed before Kenny's orange-hooded head poked up. "Hey," the blonde said, climbing into Cartman's room.

He could tell something was wrong as soon as the hood went down. Kenny's blue eyes were puffy and red from crying, there were tear stains on his face, and the bags under his eyes were darker than normal. "Hey. Parents fighting again?"

"...You could say that..."

Right then and there, Cartman just knew he was in for some hardcore Kenny-comforting. Something really was wrong. Horribly wrong.

"Mind tellin' me what's up?"

"...My dad called me a..."

Oh no.

"...he... c-called me a whore. And a slut. And a-a q-q-queer... and he..." Kenny buried his face in his hands, sinking to the ground as he began to cry. "I-I can't talk about it... I'm s-sorry... I th-think I might need to spend the night again..."

"...Yeah... you probably should if you're this shaken up."

Butters had just said goodbye, anyway.

And there we are! If you guys was me to extend it, I will.