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After that night, everything seemed to go worse for tweek, Token wouldn't leave him alone no matter what, his fists hurt, everywhere, anywhere he touched his skin burnt, he couldn't escape this hell, he didn't know what mess he was getting into when this all started, but now, he didn't know how to end it.
— Fuuck Tweek, i didn't know you could fall so low.. not only once, but twice? And with the same fucking guy? Oh honey, you do know I hate him, right? —
A hard slap on the face. Tweek squeaked, Token just laughed, nothing made him feel better than just making the small one feel useless, pathetic and helpless.
— Baby.. it's okay, you do know this is what you deserve, right? — Another slap in the face. Tears came down his eyes, but not another sound, no more whining, crying, anything. Token grabbed him by the chin, he was so fed up by all this. — Do you even know what I had to do to keep that bitch out of our sight, and you still go and fuck him!? —
It was so easy, as if Tweek weighted less than a sheet of paper, the taller guy threw him onto the floor, kicking his stomach and making tweek scream in pain. Clyde was nearby, didnt dare to say a thing, just listening from around the corner, his eyes teary, seeing how bad the situation was for Tweek. He was a coward, he knew this. Clyde ran away, at which Token heard the footsteps and glanced deadly, his glance soon on the mouse.
— I swear to god if you tell anyone I did this to you I'll fucking kill you, you bitch. —
And with that, he ran after the footsteps.
However he could, the blonde boy tried everything to get up, but there was no use, he wasn't strong enough to stand, to stand for himself, to stop all this. He crawled to the nearest salon, as expected, no one was there, just him, him and his pain, his loneliness, all over again. Fuck, how he missed Jimmy, how he missed Kyle and Stan, he missed his friends so fucking badly, why did he allow Token to mess him up like this? Why did everything turn out the way it was? He laid against the wall, breathing heavily, shortly, it was hard to breathe, everything seemed dizzy, distant.
— Tweek..? TWEEK!? —
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— Yes, I will take care of him, Thanks Ms. Lola —
A distant voice. One he heard daily, so close, yet so far from him, far from whatever he remembered to have lived once. His eyes slowly opened up, everything still hurt so bad, the blurry image, the blurry memories, it all seemed to settle so slowly, he didn't know where he was, all he could recognize was the person that helped him.
— God, man, you scared the shit out of me.. You're alive, right? —
Kyle. The blonde boy felt the tears swell up in his eyes, he found himself crying, once again. Why was Kyle here? How did he find him in the first place?
— Dude.. fuck, i don't even know what to say, you're lucky you were in the music room, otherwise you would've died.. who did... —
It wasn't rocket science, it was clear who caused this. Kyle felt his blood boil, he always had a bad feeling about Token, but this was just.. messed up. He grabbed his phone, quickly sending a message to Stan, they needed Craig right away. Before he could send the message, though, Tweek stopped him.
— N-no.. please.. h-he'll kill me... —
Once again, Kyle felt his heart break. It was his nature to be kind, comforting, so he quickly wrapped his arms around the weak boy, ever so softly and gently, stroking his messy hair.
— Oh no Tweek, this ends here. If he lays another hand on you he's a dead man, and I fucking mean it. —
The red-head sent the message, and not even 10 minutes later Craig and Stan were there. Craig felt his tail fuffle up, the rage almost consuming his body. Stan just standed there, looking at Tweek with pity. He missed his friend, too, the weak boy that joked around, those little squeaks, the sudden tweaks, the dirty jokes, the dumb comments, the party nights only the four of them had. It was hard seeing him now, so beated up, like his life was hanging on a thread. Stan wasn't so sure on what to do.
Oh, but Craig was.
— I'm going to kill that motherfucker! I swear to fucking god if he gets close to me I'll kill him! —
— That's the best you can come up to? You kill him, you go to prison. You are already under watch Craig, how can you be so stupid. —
Craig scoffed, Stan was right, one wrong move and he's be arrested. Stan closed the door to the infirmary, signaling Kyle to move from where Tweek was, and letting Craig go beside him. He was almost too scared to hug the poor boy, he felt so guilty, like this was all his fault, like he shouldn't have gotten close to Tweek ever, all this could have been avoided.
He left a small kiss on Tweek's forehead, carressing his hair and then his swelled up cheek. It hurt so bad to see him like this.
— P..please.. get away... —
That stung. Craig looked at the blonde boy in disbelief, was he serious? Did he really want him to go away?
— I..if not.. T-token... —
Just his name made him rage. He sighed, and just nodding he left the room, not a single word. Kyle and Stan shared glances, then looked at the poor boy who's eyes where drowned in tears, falling almost asleep, he felt tired, useless.
Kyle wasn't sure on what to say, neither Stan. They just waited there, wanting to acompany the guy that was once their friend, scared to leave him alone and eventually find his lifeless body.
That was a scary thought.
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Craig couldn't believe he was crying, he felt like his eyes were gonna fall at any given moment, this was so messed up, why did he have to love Tweek so much? Did he cause all this? The bathroom stall felt suffocating, the cigarette between his fingers tried to slip, he didn't know how to continue from this point, he couldn't touch Token, otherwise he knows he'll kill him, and that would send him straight to prison for the rest of his life.
Did Tweek really want him to get away? After that night, he was sure the mouse loved him, but it seems like that wasn't really honest, Craig felt used, pathetic, so weak and dumb. The blonde's feelings must be honest, right? Then why did he feel betrayed? What was he supposed to do?
Soon, a knock bothered his silent crying. He opened the door almost too abruptly, just to find that annoying golden retriever on the other end.
— Shit, dude, you look rough. —
— You think? —
He looked him dead in the eye, Clyde gulping nervously. They soon walked out of the bathroom, Clyde telling Craig all he saw, and Craig releasing all he had to say, all he needed to let out.
— Oh, so you are gay.. but, wait, so Tweek wants you to get away? So you are like, free? Not that I'm gay or anything! —
— How can you be so fucking stupid, that's besides the whole point! I.. I don't think he wants to, more like.. he's scared of what Token will do to him —
— That guy is fucked up dude, I swear if i wasn't so weak I would have defended that poor boy, but you know, retrievers are just to look dumb and entertain others, not to be aggressive or defensive.. —
— It's incredible.. first he drugged me to attack Bebe and now this.. and the worst part is that he can get away with it, I mean, who would believe a potential murderer and a dumb dog.. —
Clyde scoffed at the comment, but it was true, they needed evidence, something that helped them prove everyone what Token has been doing, the harm that he's caused, and hopefully make him pay for what he's done.
The plan needs to be done, now or never.