Kyle's POV:

I watched as Seth slammed his fist into my former friend's stomach, a part of me wanted to rush over to his rescue but then the other part of me felt no emotion at all. Did he really deserve what was happening to him? Had I really been the one that shut him out and not the other way around? If I stopped Seth then I would be considered weak and lose all respect that I have as the gang leader. I let a sigh out as I prepared to turn my back on them when something out of my corner of my eye something caught my attention. Without making a scene I quickly bent down and picked up what had to be Stan's phone.

My fingers twitched as I stared down at the screen...

"HOLD HIM STILL!" I heard Seth growl

It was at the moment I knew what I had to do, I turned away from them to turn on his phone and to make sure the GPS locator was on. I dialed 911..."911...What's your emerency?" I did not answer right away but held slightly to the left so they could hear what was happening before calmly saying "Hurry...they're going to kill him."

I had betraded my gang and I knew there would be hell to pay but I could not let them kill him. I gathered myself together before turning around and marching over to Seth.

"Okay!" I snapped "That's enough!"

Seth's eyes met mine and I could see the hate in them "Why should I listen to you?" he huffed "You're just as weak as him."

I looked at Stan who's face was covered in blood "Now move!" Seth demanded me as he pushed past me. He pulled his bloodly fist back and was about to slam it into Stan again when the sound of police sirens filled the air and they were getting close.

A small smiled formed on my lips as Seth's face changed from happy to worried in a matter of seconds.

"Let's get out here!" he shouted "But first hold him up straight."

Andy and Dan did as they were told and held Stan up as straight as they could. I tried to stop Seth but he shoved me out of the way. I watched as he did his best football tackle move and before I could do anything it was all over in a second...

The next thing I remember was watching Seth rinse blood off his hands. "What the hell was that!" I snapped as I folded my arms across my chest.

"I should really be asking you the same question!" he fired back.

"You better hope he doesn't die!" I snapped "Or else I'll..."

"You'll what?" he interuped "You played a part in this as well."

"I had nothing to do with this!" I shouted feeling my anger starting to boil inside me.

"You know," he smirked "I did slam his head pretty hard."

It was at that moment I brought my own fist back and then slammed his right in his smug face. Sure it busted my knuckle up from making contact with one of his teeth but it just felt right.

"You're a nothing a weak pussy!" he hissed "And this gang is better off without you."

"Yeah well maybe I quit!" I snapped turning towards the door.

"If you walk out that door," he said calmly "I will make your life a living hell."

My hand reached for the door handle "Fuck you," I said as opened the door and walked out.

Walking home I could not get the images and sounds of every punch out of my head. What had come over me? Why did I just let everything go that I had worked so hard to achive? I liked the power I felt being the leader and seeing all the weaker kids shake when they saw me. I guess I just had to tell myself that it was because of mother being sick, it must have affected me more that I liked to admit. When I arrived home my mother was waiting for me in the livingroom.

"Kyle," she said quietly "we need to talk."

I rolled my eyes as I stepped towards her "What?"

"Stan's in the hospital," she half whispered.

When I did not answer her she sighed "Well I just you'd like to know."

I looked down at the floor just to avoid her eyes, "Kyle," she sighed again "I pray you had nothing to do with this."

When she saw that I was not responding to her she shook her head and left the room. Once she was gone I felt it was time for me to leave again. Before I knew it my feet had taken me to the outside of the hospital, where I stood for a good forty-five minutes before deciding to go in or not.

"Can I help you?" the woman sitting at the desk just as you walk into the doors asked.

"Um...I looking for my friend's room," I said as sweetly as I could

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow "It's past visiting hours young man."

"I realize that Ms." I replied "but he was just brought here not too long ago and I just wanted to know how he's doing and besides he's like a brother to me."

She sighed before asking "What's his name?"

"Stan Marsh," I quickly replied

I watched as she typed his name on her computer "Right," she said "he's in the Intensive Care Unite on the second floor... room 215,"

A smile appeared on my face as I thanked her and set off in the directions of the elevators. I stopped and stared at the elevator doors, wondering if I should push the button or not. I gathered up all my courage and just pushed the damn button. Upstairs I found myself face to face with his parents. Mrs. Marsh's eyes were all red and puffy from crying and Mr. Marsh stood next to his wife with his arm around her shoulder as they listened to what the doctor was telling them.

I took a couple steps closer as to hear what was being said. "And so another inch or so and your son would not have been so lucky," the doctor explained.

"You mean?" Mrs. Marsh sobbed

The doctor nodded "This does not mean your son is not out of the woods yet but I think he's got a fighting chance. He's just to make it through these next seventy-two hours."

Mrs. Marsh let out another sob.

"Why don't you two go downstairs and get a cup of coffee on me?" the doctor asked

"I'd rather not leave my baby," Mrs. Marsh replied

"Aw...come on Shanon," Mr. Marsh said gently pulling his wife

"Trust me Mrs. Marsh," the doctor said giving her a encourging smile "you're going to need it."

She sighed before finally agreeing to go.

I watched until they were out of sight before I walked over to the room. Stopping just outside of the door to take a deep breath before entering. I don't know what I expected when I walked into that room but it was not what I found. He looked so weak and fragile, most diffently not what he looked like just a few hours ago. I stood over him I could feel my blood boiling under my skin again, I wanted revenge, I wanted Seth to pay for what he did. My eyes scanned his face to see all the cuts and bruises that decorated it.

This was all my fault and I knew it. "I wish I never went down that alley," I told myself.

"Dude," I said just loud enough "I'm sorry."

I knew he could not hear me but I wished he could have. I could t=my eyes starting to sting as I fought back tears.

"Kyle?" a voice from behind asked

I turned to see that Mr. and Mrs. had returned.

"Sorry," I said fixing my coat "I was just leaving."

"You don't have leave," Mrs. Marsh tried to say but I had already pushed past them.

When I was outside and all alone that's when I let my emotions loose. Everything was all my fault there was no denying it. I had become a monster and I had to make it right but he would never forgive me, hell even I would not forgive myself.

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