"It's impossible." Slamming the back of his head against the wall, Tweek cried out. "Ngh! They wouldn't do that. Who would do that to their own child?!" His eyes burned even though his tears had long dried up. He felt sick, his stomach was in knots, and his mouth was dry. When he normally felt like this he would drink coffee, but the police ceased all the product that they had in the house, so he just sat in his family's empty kitchen, praying the pain would just go away.
Empty green eyes stared into the darkened room as Tweek went to hit his head again, only to be stopped by a hand placing itself between Tweek's head and the wall. Glancing up he looked at Craig who was towering over him with sympathetic eyes. "Tweek, honey, hurting yourself isn't going to change what happened." Taking a deep breath Tweek pulled his knees towards his torso and hugged his legs close to him. He knew it wasn't going to change anything, but the pain eating away at his insides temporary vanished when he hurt himself. Craig slid down the wall and sat next to Tweek. Wrapping his arms around him Craig rubbed Tweeks arm in attempt to stop the rapid movements of Tweek's shivering his body. "It's scary now, but my family won't let anything happen to you."
Pressing himself against Craig's body Tweek bit his lip and gasped for breaths. He couldn't breath. Craig was sitting next to him, telling him it would be okay, but how could ne know? How could Craig be so sure of that? Craig's parents weren't taken away in handcuffs. Craig's parents didn't put meth in their coffee to sell more to the town.
No. No no no no no, they didn't do that.
His parents would never drug the town. They were good people. They loved running a good honest business. They raised Tweek with those beliefs, and his parents raised Tweek to live by those beliefs. Besides, they would never drug their son. "They didn't do it Craig!" He cried a tearless cry. "WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO ME?"
Craig didn't flinch as Tweek yelled into his ear, instead, he just combed his fingers through Tweek's wild hair. "I don't know honey." He whispered kissing his temple. "But they did, and I'm sorry. If I could take it away I would. I would do anything to help you but I can't help you if you don't want help."
Closing his eyes Tweeks body tightened to the point where it hurt. "Nothing is wrong. They didn't do anything Craig. Please, you have to know my parents do anything wrong."
Taking a deep breath through his nose Craig kept it grip around Tweek. It was clear that Craig didn't believe that. Then again, he didn't have any reason to believe it. No one did. "The first step to healing is acceptance." Craig told him softly. "My mom and dad already said they would do what they can to be your legal guardians, and we'll get you help, we'll get you clean."
Throwing Craig's arm off him Tweek jumped to his feet, shoved his hands into his hair and yanked it down. "THERE IS NOTHING TO CLEAN CRAIG!" Tweek screamed through a dry throat. "THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! MY PARENTS DIDN'T GIVE ME METH CRAIG! THEY LOVE ME! AHRGH!" He fell down to his knees and heaved. "They… ah- love me right?"
Craig gulped and moved over to where was. "Of course they love you babe, but they fucked up. You have to know that babe. You have to know that they have been drugging you."
"No…" The blonde whimpered. "I'm fine." He was lying. He thought he'd been far from fine before, but he'd never been so far from fine in his life.
Craig just brushed his thumb across puffy, red, cheeks. "You're not fine babe, but you will be." His monotone voice was softer than it normally was. "And I'll be with you every step of the way."