"Craig! Stop! I'm s-sorry!" Tweek's screams circulated the air, rung in my ears. My punches were quick, effective. I laughed bitterly at his fetal position, curled up against the wall, and hoisted him up, knocking him against said wall, banging his head against it over and over as he whimpered incoherently and coughed up a few specks of blood.
"You're such a stupid spaz!" I yelled in his face, raising a hand to hit him. He fell easily, like a paper doll, and returned to his little ball of misery, wrapping his pathetically skinny arms around himself. I could see his elbow bone clearly, his taut, pale skin, and it sickened me. I dropped down to his level, sticking a long, gloved finger out in front of me, and tucked it under his chin, manoeuvring him to face me. I smiled slightly, and he shuddered.
"Please." He begged and I scoffed. What right does that little freak have to ask me favours? None. I raised my arm, savouring his teary look of complete fear, and moved to strike him again, before I felt a firm, shaking hand on my wrist. I shook it off, my face the picture of fury.
"Don't you dare touch me, you little bitch." I growled with clenched teeth and he screeched. I slammed a hand against his mouth, rolling my eyes. His voice was so fucking annoying. Luckily, I wouldn't have to hear it for any longer.
There was an audible, satisfying crack as my hand connected with his crimson face, harder than the other times. I wouldn't be surprised if he had concussion. His eyes comically rolled to the back of his head and I snorted as his body went slack. I heard a shout. Shit.
"Tweek? Tweek? Are you..." Clyde trailed off as he stopped in the hallway, with a shocked expression on his face, like he didn't already know. I know Tweek told him. Little shit.
"Get off him." Clyde ordered, his voice breaking as he looked at the wounded form of the crazed blond. I did as he asked, simply because I no longer wanted to be anywhere near the freak. That's it. Oh, and maybe the fact the brown haired boy looks like he wants to kill me. I'm invincible to most, but Clyde? The boy's a jock. Not to mention his black hulk of a boyfriend.
"I always guessed..." Clyde trailed off, still looking horrified. My thoughts travelled. Guessed? "I never knew you could do something like this - To Tweek." He finished, crossing his arms and giving me a cold, hating glare. I flinched. If Tweek hadn't told him... What had I done it for this time?
I looked at the limp figure of my boyfriend, so vulnerable. The irony was that months ago I would have beaten up anyone who even thought of doing half of what I had been doing recently. Before I had started to lose my temper more, taken my frustrations out on the one person I loved...
Lying there, so hurt by the bad I had done to him, he still looked as beautiful as ever. The long, blonde lashes that brushed the top of his cheekbones, the tiny, button nose scattered with those golden freckles, his large, beautiful emerald green eyes, his pixie ears, his small, soft lips that seemed to be in a permanent pout, his bright blonde curls that seemed to spring in every direction... My chest started to hurt as the previous anger I had felt welled down.
"Clyde... I..." I didn't know what to say, and Clyde seemed lost for words as well. He marched over and his dark brown eyes narrowed at me, hating me for what I did to someone I'm supposed to protect. He reached past me and slid an arm around Tweek's wrist. So skinny... Always trying to please me... A lump formed in my throat.
"Please don't take him away from me." I whispered, taking off my chullo and cradling it, wishing instead for the warmth that was Tweek, now cradled in Clyde's strong arms.
"Fuck off, Craig." He spat, turning away and walking out the room.
I'll get you back, Tweek. I promise.