So here is a new one, sorry about my other story. its currently on hold.
I tend to switch from past, to present a lot when writing, but I try to fix everything when proof reading.
this might be a multi chapter, maybe a one shot.. depends on how it reviews (:
warning: mentions of abuse
enjoy?
~Craig POV~
It started with a text message.
I had finished watching my nightly TV show, took my shower, and was lying down to sleep when
'bingg'
1 new message
10/28/2015 11:45 p.m.
From: DUMBASS (Clyde)
DUDE! Did u finish ur half of the project? Its due tomorrow nd I cant afford to fail!
I spent the rest of my night working on that stupid project and by the time I had finished it was 2:30 a.m. and I was too awake to even try to sleep so I decided to go for a walk.
And that's how I ended up here, in front of Tweak Bros. coffee. There are sounds of glass breaking and various other noises coming from inside. The curtains are all closed but.. should I go inside? Are they being robbed? If they are should I call the cops? no.. officer Barbrady Is as useful as a ice in a snow blizzard. I might as well just go in.. maybe I can get the jump on the guy.
I walk around to the alley and enter through the (still cracked open) back door. The first thing I notice that this place is TRASHED. Like, if this was a robber wouldn't they just take what they need and leave? and Its not like they are looking for something either, if they were it wouldn't there just be the items turned over and furniture moved around.. no.. this person left nothing untouched. There's broken mugs everywhere, the table is turned upside town and one of the legs is missing (ripped off it looks like), there is coffee beans thrown all over the place, the posters and calendars were ripped off the walls, along with whole shelves! This person is pissed, and is determined to show it.
The sound of glass breaking coming from the main area stops and I know I should leave, I mean, if this person is this pissed off they could be dangerous right? right. But just when I'm turn to go I hear... crying?
I cautiously make my way into the front part of the shop and damn! if I thought the storage/break room was trashed then the dinning/serving area is totally RUINED. whole coffee pots ripped off the walls and thrown to the floor, counters cracked by something large, tables overturned, chairs scattered everywhere, straws littering the floor, glass catching the light from every angle, and in the middle of it all is a boy, hunched over on himself crying, holding the table leg from the back room.
"Tweek?!"
Tweek lifts his head up slowly. He seems to be in a worse off state than the cafe. his eye is black and swollen shut, dried blood (and snot) dripping from his nose and a cut on his lip, brusing all around his neck, tear tracks all the way down his cheeks dripping off the edge of his chin.
"what's going on in here dude? what happened to you?!" I demand answers.
He drops the table leg and just hunches over even more, a look I can only describe as defeat.
"I couldn't stand it anymore.." his voice is harsh, raw, deeper and raspier than normal, and I can tell he's been crying for a while now, maybe even screaming. "This place ruined me!"
yea, defiantly screaming. "Tweek, dude calm down okay? If you start screaming someone may hear. If they calls the cops we could get in major trouble here.. If this wasn't your family's shop maybe even arrested!"
A very slow smile made its way onto his face, and not a nice one either. It looks like his cheeks are about to rip, and damn is it creepy. "HAH! like they give a damn about that! no man, I'm a goner!" his smile is quickly dropped and he goes back to looking defeated "They don't care about me. just this shop.."
what is he talking about? should I ask? should I just leave? this seems like a lot of trouble but..
"what do you mean?" I mouth says without my permission. the question hangs in the air for a couple long seconds before he drops to floor on his knees, head hanging low like it was when I first walked in.
"I was twelve years old the first time I tried to kill myself. TWELVE YEARS OLD CRAIG! My mom walked in on me holding a gun to my head. wanna know what she did? she took the gun away, said that if I was going to do it that I should wait until after my shift.. that my dad wouldn't be able to work so I had too.. like, she didn't even care that I was going to kill myself as long as I worked my shifts first. This shop is like my parents child.. and me, there actual child! I get thrown aside.. I'm not there son I'm just an employee they don't have to pay.. and I'm SICK OF IT! I WANT THE DAMN THING GONE! THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOP! IT RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME! my dad, hah, he found out that I got a job at Bennagins and he flipped man! kept asking me how I would work at the cafe and there. and when I told him I was quitting the coffee shop he really flipped. beat me. threw me out and told me never to come back..."
at some point during his rant he stood and stared throwing around straws and plastic cups. by the end of it he was crying hysterically but I made no move to stop him. I was too shocked by what I just heard.
"so what? you've ruined the shop and now what? there is nothing left to destroy? what are you going to do now, huh tweek? burn it down?!" he looked up at me so fast I swear he got whip lash. his eye got wide and he made one of those slow broken smiles again. "NO! No Tweek no!" but he had already ran to the back room. I followed him back to see him rummaging threw the wreckage. by the time he pulled out his lighter I was panicked. I tackled him to the floor and threw the lighter across the room
"Tweek, listen to me.. this wont fix anything. Okay? Ruining your parents cafe, burning it down, it wont make anything change. It wont make them love you, it wont take back the years of neglect and abuse. It wont make you happy, not in the end at least. In the end you'll be sitting in a cell alone, and scared."
"I'VE SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE ALONE AND SCARED CRAIG! WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE NOW?!" He was jerking all around the floor, moving like he was having a seizure, thrashing, punching and kicking trying to break free of my hold.
"YOU'RE NOT ALONE TWEEK. YOU NEVER HAD TO BE. YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD ME!" He froze. Everything was quiet for what felt like an eternity, and then he started to shake. He buried his head in my chest and sobbed and I just held him until he stopped.
"Come on tweek, lets go to my house. We can clean you up and get ready for school. You can get through this and I'll help. No more being alone and afraid. I'll be there, and I'll protect you."
I check my watch and damn, 4:32 a.m. We better get out of here fast sense the shop opens at 5:30 a.m. his dad should be coming to open it soon! I get up off the floor and pull the still trembling Tweek with me. We rush out the back door and take off running to my house, and we don't stop until we get there.
