Chapter 27: Vulnerability

Craig's point of view

"Hey Craig, where's Tweek?" Token raises an eyebrow at him.
"Tweek's at my house," I tell Token.
"Wait, why is he in your house? Why not his own house?" he questioned.
"And what's up with everybody? The girls are glaring at Cartman, Butters is flashing his dick at them, Tweek's not here, and I... I... I... what the hell is going on here?!" Clyde is losing his marbles and turns to me, "And what's up with Cartman and Butters rambling about Tweek's being a slut? Is it true that Tweek is cheating on you with another guy?!"
"You have got to be fucking kidding," I grab the bridge of my nose, "Cartman is always like this. He always did stupid things without using his microscopic brain and Butters have to play along with it to turn himself into another clone of Cartman, but without any fats in his bones. Overall, they did shit without thinking of the consequences. "

"Clyde!" reprimanded Token, "Don't believe everything what Cartman and Butters said. They are rumors and you shouldn't listen to it unless you ask Tweek."

"W-Wait, is it true?" confused Jimmy.

"Clyde, Token, Jimmy, I think I have some explaining to do here."
"You do?"
"Yeah, but it's not what Cartman and Butters said about Tweek is true. It's better if you guys let him hear him out."

"Let's not forget that you beat and kick the shit out of Cartman and Butters when they are talking shit about Tweek. Me and Clyde got a video of it in our phones," mentioned Jimmy.

"They went too far, you guys," facepalmed Token.

"Y-yeah, I know that Tweek is a nice and sweet person and would never do that," Jimmy makes a point.

I nod at them, "Meet me at my house."

"Wait, should we do this after school?" suggested Token.
"Fuck it, let's ditch this place. The last thing I need is another fight with Cartman and Butters stripping himself half-naked with his dick out to piss the girls off," I get up and throws my lunch away in the trash. Clyde, Token, and Jimmy did the same thing and walk out with me. We go through the corridors and exit the school building.

No one's point of view

~ To Craig's house ~

"Honey, I'm home," called Craig.

"Craig, hey. I made some brownies. It is in the fridge," Tweek comes to the living room to see Craig, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy. Their mouths agapes and eyes widens at the appearance of the blond boy. He is in a blue oversized hoodie, dark grey sweatpants, and guinea pig slippers. His hair is in a haywire mess. His face is stained in tears. His green-hazel eyes are puffy and red, "Oh, hey guys." He weakly greets Clyde, Token, and Jimmy with a sad smile on his face.

"Tweek, what happen to you? You look like a train wreck," stunned Clyde.

"Clyde!" Craig punches Clyde in the arm. Craig approaches Tweek to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Sorry about that, babe."

"Tweek, why are you not at school?" asked Jimmy.

"We are worried about you," Token wears a motherly concern look on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Craig sighs and takes Tweek to the couch where Craig seated him on his lap, "Tweek, I think you need to tell them about... you know." Craig scoots over to let Clyde, Token, and Jimmy sits on the couch as well.

"Oh... right," Tweek takes a deep breath, "Well..."

Tweek's point of view

"Umm..." Before I open my mouth to say something, I pause as my mind is transporting me back to... everything I remember from the start.

Gasp!

"Nice ass, fag."
Hands grabbing on my ass. Lips reek of cigarettes and alcohol slobbering on my lips and body.

"What the hell, bitch?! Have some respect!"

His fist against my nose and face. His body pressing against mine to push himself inside me. Rough and painful like a knife stabbing up my body.

In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...

"Do you like that, huh?! Do you like how I am fucking you faster and harder?!" The look on his face as he is fucking the shit out of me. Dark. Sadistic. Crazy in... I don't know what he's feeling towards me, but he likes it when I moan at the pressure between my hips. He likes it when he hits the peak of my virginity.

"Perfect, precious," He kissed me, feeling his tongue in my mouth. He then pushed me on the ground.

"What's wrong, tight ass?! Can't handle my huge dick in your asshole?! You're just saying it because you want it!" He pulled my underwear to force his dick into my ass, "Lighten up, dollface!"

My body, numb, aching, and used, is laying on the ground in the cold while he drives his car away from me. Blood on my thighs. Blood on my finger.

The razor blade on my wrists and arms. Blood gushing out of my scars. The stinging sensation I feel it agitating, yet relieving. I hate the pain, but I somewhat keep on doing it.

"You're a pussy-ass cunthole!" He strangled me twice. He wanted me dead.

My coffee shop being trashed in graffiti, sex toys, and tons of shit. The sounds of empty glass bottles slammed against the wall of the window. Don't get me started on the atrocious image painted in the back.

My locker. Cartman and Butters making fun of me by spilling milk on my head. I am so humiliated to shove my lunch and Clyde's lunch at their face. Being covered in trash and gunk.

"Tweek? Tweek?" Craig's voice pulls me out to reality.

"Missed being fucked real hard by me?" There he is! The fucking bastard!

"Tweek? Are you okay?" I hear Token's voice ushering to me. But I am too fixated on his voice to listen to Token. His voice. Him. The guy with black hair styled in a mohawk and wears a black T-shirt, denim sagging pants, Jordan shoes, black leather jacket, and chains. Tattoos on his left arm. My rapist.

"You asked for it," No! No! No! You raped and assaulted me! I said no to you, but you didn't listen! You didn't listen!

"You are crazy!" No, I am not! You are crazy and malicious for raping and assaulting me! And you are the reason why I cut myself! You tried to kill me!

"You may have beaten the shit out of me, but do they believe a twinky fairy like you and your words?! Look at you, it is a joke to see you crying and be a fucking victim! Now I am going to teach you bitch a lesson!" Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

"He won't stop. Make him stop, please," I may be losing my mind, but I want him to stop. He is in my head! He is torturing me! He is tormenting me!
"Make who stop? Who's him? Who, Tweek?" said Clyde, "What did he do to you?"

"If you want to call it rape, call it rape! I don't fucking care! Just letting you know about your impure boyfriend!" His words are far worse than the bruises all over my face and body from him. The bruises on my wrists and neck from his insurmountable grip. Worst than poison.

The nerve of that bastard! The nerve!

Craig's point of view

"Tweek, are you okay?" Jimmy asks Tweek. I see his beautiful eyes filled with tears.

"Oh no, Tweek..." Before Token can say anything, tears are submerging all over his face.

"He raped me! He assaulted me! He raped and assaulted me and I hate him for it!" He screams out loud, "He groped and kissed me outside of the market! His breath stinks of cigarettes and alcohol! Not only he groped and kissed me, but he also kidnapped me to the woods where he stripped me ass-naked and raped me until I am numb, bleeding, and in pain! He left me there to die in the cold!"

"Wait, what?!" bombarded Token. I can see that it is written all over Token's face as he hears what Tweek admits to him.

"Oh my god," Clyde's jaw drops.
"Holy shit!" Jimmy's eyes widen.

"He tried to do it to me on the first date and at my coffee shop! He tried it again and again, but I beat the shit out of him to make sure that he wouldn't do that to me ever again!" Tweek is shaking and letting out tears out of his eyes as he confesses his side of the story.

"Tweek, baby, he is in jail now."

"I know. But he is still in my mind. I try to forget everything what he did to me, but he raped and assaulted me," And now he is brawling madly, "He raped and assaulted me! He is the reason for the scars I made on my arms! He is the reason for my PTSD! He ruins everything and I hate him for it! I hate him! I hate him!"

Oh no... he is at his breaking point!

He gets up from my lap and here he comes. Pacing around back and forth like Stripes when he's stressing out and lets it all out.

"And then there are people in this town shitting on me for what he did to me! Like I am some kind of whore or slut! Oh, so now they are out of the Buddha boxes, but they are asstards for believing him over me!" Tweek stomps his feet up and down, "Him over me?! He raped and assaulted me! He left me for dead!"

"He raped and assaulted me! And these people out there are assuming that this is my fault! He raped and assaulted me! It is his fault for everything he did to me! I hate him for it and I hate everybody in this shitty town! Fuck him and everybody else!" He sinks on his knees, crying. Clyde, Jimmy, and Token rushes towards Tweek to comfort him.

"I'm so sorry," Clyde apologizes to him.

"Craig, you said that he is in jail now. How long he'll be in jail for?" Jimmy raises a question to me.

"He is in jail for twenty-five years. He is charged with aggravated sexual assault, battery, attempted murder, and three counts of attempted sexual assault on Tweek. He is almost twice Tweek's age."
"What?! What kind of person that has the right mind to rape a person?! I would've have sued him, but I can't because of my fucking father with the Buddha box made by the fat racist son of a bitch!" ranted Token, "Because of that fat racist son of a bitch, look what Cartman and the people in this town had done to Tweek! Look what the sick rapist had done to Tweek!"

Token is right. Because of Cartman and his dumb boxes, Tweek is now… broken. Tarnished. Hesitant. Traumatized and he deals with his own problems by himself without any support. Without me. Nobody believes him that everybody in this town has some balls to shit on him. Except for Heidi, Wendy, Red, the girls, Tricia, and me. And it's my fault for it. These people are fucking dumbasses for believing the disgusting pig over him. What's wrong with our town?! Waves of guilt are washing up on me.

What if I get out of the Buddha box to protect him? Comfort him? Support him? I miss him in my arms where I wish I'd apologize to him and hug and kiss him. This wouldn't happen if it wasn't for fucking Cartman!

"And what Cartman and Butters did at the cafeteria is not cool. Why do we even hang out with them?" For a minute and the first time, Clyde is right. He may be as dumb as a rock, but he is smarter than these two assholes. We don't know why. We don't know why Butters become friends with the fat boy in the first place.

"Tweek, did he hurt you?" Clyde asks Tweek.

Tweek nods at him, "Other than mutilating me with his dick, he did lay a hand on me. Punch me. Shove me. Choke me. He even grabbed my wrist tightly. He is the reason why I cut myself." He rolls his sleeves up to display scars on his wrists and arms. Clyde, Token, and Jimmy gasps at the sight of his scars.

"He tried to kill me. He wanted me dead," He lets out a sob as he touches his wrists and arms. I crouch down to hold him close to me. Tweek said to me, "I hate him. I hate him for it. He is an abusive psychopath who almost gave me STDs or HIVs. He doesn't give a damn about anyone else but himself. I hate Cartman and Butters. They're nothing but a couple of ass cheeks with shit in the middle. Everybody in this fucking town is shit. And everything else is bullshit."

"I know, baby," I nod at him.

No one's point view
"The only reason why we even hang out with these ass cheeks is because they are nothing but a bunch of losers," stated Tweek to Craig, "I rather have Scott Malkinson as a friend than them."

"No shit, the girls hate their guts. I saw them being angry at Cartman and Butters. Hell, Butters reverts back to his 'Weiner's Out' douchebag self to defend Cartman," Clyde informs us, "And let's not forget about the y-y-yesterday's fight at school. Clyde and I got it on our phones."

"Oh lord," sighed Token, "And we can't forget about that."

"Un-fucking-believable," Tweek rolls his eyes, "I don't want to see their faces again."

"Wait, so the girls knew about it?" paused Clyde.

"Well, the people I told about it are Heidi and Wendy. They don't judge me harshly for it. They don't blame me for it," answered Tweek.

"No wonder why the girls are chanting for you yesterday," acknowledged Jimmy.

Clyde said to Tweek, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't want this to affect everything. I rather be an outcast for it," I shake my head at him.

"But I am not mad at you for it. It is not your fault. Being raped is not the same thing as being a whore. I am not the only one who believes you. Tricia, Heidi, Wendy, Red," Craig reassure him.

"The girls," added Clyde, "And me."

"And me," agreed Token, "It's not fair for someone to take the blame for what a bad person did. Especially a friend like you."

"Same here," Jimmy raises one of his crutches in the air, "I hate seeing you in pain."

"I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise," He means this vow to him as he kisses his forehead and his cheek.

Tweek smiles at us as he wipes his tears away, "Thanks, you guys."

"Hey Tweek, you say that you made brownies?" asked Clyde.
"Oh yeah, it is in the fridge. I'll get it," Tweek strides his way to the kitchen.