*+ S???s I? T?? N???? S?? +* *+CREEK+* [COMPLETED]

Warning: Homophobia and
Violence
Tweek's POV:

"W-Who are you? What do you want from me?!" I shout. "Shut the fuck up, you scream again, and you'll regret it." The voice says as it kicks me down to the ground. "W-what did I do...?" I ask weakly. "Craig," it says. "H-Huh?" "You like him. You do know he'll never love a f*g spaz like you, right?!" It kicks my stomach so I'm rolled up in the corner. I'm going to throw up. There's blood puddles on the floor. They pick me up by the collar and I see their face. No way..."B........Be..be?" No. There's no way that can be her. She's my best friend. No! "Hahaha! Yep! Ya guessed right, fucker!" She punches me and drops me down.

Craig's POV:

I'm panicking. I'm sweating. It's been 30 minutes. The buses are gone. I'm getting worried. I don't know what bathroom he went to. "Craig, I'm worried...It's been a while, and he's been acting really weird today. He could be in trouble!" A few seconds of silence go by. "You guys check the bathrooms of building 1 and 2. I'll check 3 and 4." Jimmy wasn't with us because he had a club meeting for the school newspaper. I say running to building 3. I sprint up the stairs and slam open the door of the bathroom. There's no one in there. I run down the stairs and dash to the 4th building. Please...Please be okay...

Tweek's POV:

"Please.....stop....." I beg, my voice is soft and cracking. "Huh? Can't hear you speak up!!" "STOP!! PLEASE!!!" She kicks my face. "O-O-Ow....." "You're so fucking weak, Tweek. I've known you for years. I know your weaknesses. Don't even try fighting back." I try punching her leg, but she steps on it. "Agh!" "Hahaha!!" She says with an evil glare. "W-W-Why are you doing this...?!" "Tweek, other people have a better chance with him than you. You're weak. You panic over everything. Did it ever cross your mind that maybe that's annoying to people?!" She kicks me again. I can't take it anymore. One for hit and I'm done for. I'm starting to black out, when I hear a slam on the door. "Shit!" Bebe squeals. What's going on? "You take one more step, and he gets hurt." She says, picking me up by the collar again, my face all beaten up. I look up. "C-C-Craig?! No! Get out of here! You'll get h-h-hurt!!" I yell at him. He looks at me with wide eyes. Is he crying? "Hahaha, Craig Tucker, the biggest asshole in the school! Are you crying? *gasp* You care about someone? I thought someone like you wouldn't care if I did this?!" She laughed. "Shut the fuck up. Leave him alone!" He's bawling his eyes out. I'm doing the same. Why won't he just leave...? This has nothing to do with him...

Craig's POV:

I'm shaking. I'm crying. I understand that I don't look the strongest right now, but I have to protect Tweek. I'm about to kill this motherfucker. "Hahaha! This is so cu-Agh!" I throw a punch at her face, getting a lot of foundation on my knuckles. Damn, she wears a lot of makeup. She drops Tweek and I catch him, putting him down on the floor behind me. She throws a punch at me and I try to dodge but she punches my shoulder. "Fuck..." "Craig, just give up already. He needs to pay for what he's done!" "And what exactly did he do?!" "Craig get out of here!!" Tweek begs me. I'm not leaving. "He fucking likes you isn't it obvious?!" She yells. My eyes widen and I turn around and look at Tweek, worried. He's crying like crazy. She punches me while I'm distracted. I turn around and punch her enough to make her pass out. I run over to Tweek. His eyes look like they could be swollen, from Bebe and the crying. "C'mon, let's get out of here. She'll wake up soon." I say, picking him up bridal style. Damn. He's got bruises everywhere and his pulse is slow. I run out and Token and Clyde come running up to me. Clyde is crying of course. "We gotta go to my house. I have bandages there." I say. "Ok. Let's take my car." Token says. We run to the parking lot and I sit in the back, holding Tweek. Clyde is in the passenger seat, looking at me. We finally get to my house and luckily, my parents aren't home. I lay him on my blue, NASA print, bed upstairs. He's breathing heavily and quickly now. "Clyde, bandages. They're in my closet." "Got it." He says and grabs them. I slowly wrap the bandages, as Tweek is looking at me, his eyes half-open. "C'mon, Tweek, stay strong. It's gonna be okay, all right?" 'Mhm..." I hear him softly say. "Guys, you should go home. It's getting late. I'll have him stay at my house tonight." I tell Token and Clyde. "Alright. Text me when he's ok." Clyde tells me, walking out the door with Token. 

I get off the floor and sit next to Tweek on the bed, after I try to perch him up to a sitting position. "Alright, this is going to sting, okay?" I warn him. "Ok..." he says softly. I put rubbing alcohol on it and put a washcloth over it. He groans quietly. "I-I'm sorry, Craig..." "For what??" "I... I caused all of this..I...I... If i had just kept my mouth shut..." I cover his mouth. "Tweek, you did nothing wrong. Don't let her get to you. She's just an attention-craving bitch."  "Yeah, b-but.." "No buts. C'mon you should probably get to sleep." I tell him. "Ok..." I head to get up but then he grabs my wrist and I turn around. "C-Can you stay here?" he asks. "Oh..uh, yeah, of course." I lay him down and we both close our eyes. "Thank you, Craig." "You're welcome, Tweek."

989 words? That's not tOo bad. Also, I felt really bad saying the 3 letter f word, even censoring it. 😔