It took two months for the house to sale. It was weird to know people were walking into my room without me being there. I checked my shit every time someone left. Things have been going well considering all the bullshit. I have managed to keep my friendship with Clyde at bay. Sometimes I have to keep from feeling so flustered, maybe it would have been easier if he had not kissed me. Token I'm sure has noticed the weirdness but chooses to say nothing. Tweek understands how I feel since he is going through the same thing with Annie.
Ruby and I are in the living room waiting for dad to get home. Mom is ready for us to say who we want to live with. I guess this is also when we will know where we are moving to as they still haven't told us. I hope it is not far and I really don't want to have to change schools. Dad finally comes through the door and straight to the living room. He doesn't even sit down.
"What's it going to be?" he asked staring at me and Ruby on the coach.
"You could ask nicer," stated my mother in disgust.
"I'm staying with mom," said Ruby not thinking hard about it.
"I want to stay with you dad," I said. I thought about this long and hard. Dad is hardly ever home, I also think he is most likely to stay here in South Park. I won't have to leave meaning I can stay here with my friends.
"You're not staying with me!" he snapped. "You can stay with your mother."
"Why ask for our opinion if we can't even really make a decision!" I vented from my seat of the sofa.
"You're not my son and I shouldn't have to take care of you!" he barked.
"What!" exclaimed Ruby. "Daddy, why would you say something like that?"
"Why are you acting this!" I exclaimed towards him. I know he is pissed off about this divorce but seriously?
"Stop it!" screamed mom from her spot on the love seat across from Ruby and I.
"I already told you," he growled. "You're not my son." His face doesn't change and I realize he is telling the truth, I can't even talk. I blink trying to clear my vision. I begin to feel nauseous but I shake my head anyway before looking over at my mother and I notice she is looking down in shame confirming my worst nightmare.
"Go ahead and tell him," egged dad. Mom doesn't say anything as she starts to cry. "Tell him!"
"I was going to tell him in my own time," she cried. "You just had to say something first!"
"I-I don't u-understand," I stammered. "You're my dad." I can feel the tears building up.
"I'm not your father," he replied. "I leaving far away from here. I'm not telling you where I'm going but Ruby, I love you and I will take care of. There is nothing between your mother and I. I will never reach out to her, just to you."
"Daddy," she said softly. She is quiet for a moment allowing us to hear my mother's sobs. "Do we know who Craig's father is?" I admire the fact that Ruby was able to ask the question I could not. I feel like I'm dying right now.
"Your mother can answer that."
"I am not doing this," she said standing up.
"Yes the fuck we are!" I yelled standing up losing it. How dare she try to blow this off. "My dad isn't my real dad and you never told me!"
"Don't you talk to me like that!" yelled my mom with anger in her eyes.
"Randy Marsh," said the man I once called father. I felt all the blood leave my body as I begin to feel faint.
"What," I gasp lowly. I could see Ruby covering her mouth from shock. My mom glares at dad mad that he told.
"I was going to tell him," she cried. "You shut the…"
"No you weren't," he replied cutting off. "You have been lying, lying to us all for years. You're such a bitch. I'm sleeping on the couch now that kids know. No reason for us to continue sharing a bed. Good radiance." With that he walks away.
"Craig," said my mother weakly as she tries to wipe her face. She gets up from her seat walking over pulling me in for a hug. I let her hug me for a few seconds before I pushed her away once everything hits me.
"What the fuck!" I yell at her with silent tears streaming down my face. I wipe them away quickly but they keep coming.
"Sweetheart it's hard to explain," she said reaching out to me.
"Don't touch me!" I scream. I feel like I can't breathe. I turn running out of the living room and leaving the house. Randy Marsh is my father. He is my real dad! Oh my god! I have no idea where I am going. I'm just running and running until I finally feel my legs start to cramp. By the time I stop and I'm breathing so hard. I look up and I'm in front Tweak Bro's. I head inside and Tweek just served someone their coffee. He sees me and instantly knows something is wrong.
"Sarah, can you cover for me," said Tweek taking off his apron. Sarah nods before going back to whatever it is she is doing at the counter. Tweek rushes over grabbing my hand. I feel a little relief just from his touch as he leads me to the back and goes into his parent's office. I guess they are off for today since they are not here. I'm looking around the small office when Tweeks starts to wipe my face with his hands. I would usually swat him away but this time I'm sure I look a mess. I sit down in one of the two chairs in front of the medium size light colored wooden desk. "What's going on?" Tweek finally stops running his palms over my now dry cheeks.
"My dad…" I started. I couldn't even form the thought to think my dad isn't my dad. I start crying before I could even stop myself. I feel Tweek wrap his around me, burying me into his chest just hugging me. I grip his shirt as I try to stop crying but the harder I try the more I cry. I finally stop crying after a while. I take deep breaths to try and calm myself more as I sniffle.
"Better?" asked Tweek. I pull out of hug nodding as his hands are still on my back comforting me as he towers over me. He had a wet spot on his shirt from where I was crying at.
"Sorry about your shirt," I muttered looking at the ground. This is so embarrassing. Not only am I crying I have messed up Tweek's work shirt. God I feel like shit. Tweek pulls back so he can fully look at me.
"I don't care about this shirt," said Tweek grabbing my hand. "What the hell is going on?"
"My dad isn't my dad," I said lowly.
"W-what do y-you mean?" he stammered.
"Exactly what I said," I growled getting mad all over again. "My dad isn't my dad."
"What the hell, why are you just finding out about this?" Tweek sounds angry and confused as I feel.
"I told my dad I mean, ugh," I'm beyond frustrated. "Whatever I'm still going to call him dad, to me he is my father. I told him I wanted to live with him but he can't stand me because I'm not his son."
"It has to be more than that," said Tweek reaching out squeezing my hand. "How did this even happen? I'm so confused."
"That's not all, I know who my real father is." Tweek just looks at me waiting for me to say who it is. "Randy Marsh,"
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed jumping and dropping my hand. "Stan's dad is your dad." Fuck I forgot about Stan. He's my brother, I have a brother! This is too much.
"I feel like I'm about to lose it," I said grabbing my hair.
"Tweek," said Sarah on the other side of the door. "I need help, we got a rush."
"Shit," said Tweek. He pulls out his phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm calling the guys," he stated. "You need us right now and I won't be off for several hours."
"I don't…"
"Hey Token, can you come to the shop." I know Token said yes as long as he is not with Heidi. "Craig needs us but I'm on the clock. Bring Clyde with you too. Some major shit went down. I will explain when you get here." He ends the call. "Sorry Craig but you do need us rather you want to admit it or not." He is right but this whole thing is irrational. I just want to go back to this morning when was normal, fucked up but normal. God I wish Tweek's parents had some alcohol. Tweek walks back over to me grabbing my hand.
"I feel like shit," I say out loud.
"It's understandable," said Tweek. "I still can't believe it."
"I don't want anyone knowing about this," I say.
"You know we wouldn't tell anyone," said Tweek. "I have to go help Sarah, are you going to be okay?" I nod yes. I can tell he doesn't want to leave me. When he leaves the room everything feels heavy. How did this happen? How long has my dad known he wasn't my biology father? How the fuck could mom let this happen? I'm not going to question why she didn't tell me because I wouldn't even want to tell myself this shit. After some time, I hear the door open and I see Token and Clyde walk in. That was quick.
"Hey man," said Token closing the door. "We got here as soon as we could." I can feel Clyde staring at me but I can't bring myself to look at him. "Uh Tweek kind of briefed us on the situation." I'm glad he did because trying to explain it again would be much for me.
"I want to get fucked up," I said raising from the office chair.
"Whoa," said Clyde. "That is the last thing you need to be doing." He's like Tweek saying that shit.
"Don't tell me what I should be doing," I snapped. "My family is…" I feel Token hug me immediately as if he knows I'm about to snap.
"It's okay man," he said. "Let's go to my house. My parents went to a dinner party." Token releases me.
"Awesome, let's go," I said. They may have not agreed with me drinking but I don't care. My whole world has been turned upside down and I need this. Had they not allowed me to drink I would have gone to Kenny's anyway. He is down to drink and smoke whenever. Good thing about him is his parents don't care about shit. We leave the office and I watch as Token goes to tell Tweek where we will be. I can feel Clyde staring at me. "What?" He shakes his head not saying anything. Token walks over with his keys already in his hands.