Why have I been updating this story so much? Because I actually know exactly what I want to write. Also, I want to get to the sequel I have planned.

Anyway, what happened to Tweek? Let's see.

P.S. I would also like to thank the guest reviewer who left the very nice comment on the last chapter. It really made my day!

Chapter 14 – Haters Gonna Hate

Tweek had never been so frightened in his life. He had no idea where the group was taking him, and they were being very rough with him. They were talking in hushed voices, and Tweek couldn't tell if there were six or seven of them. Eventually, the dumped him on the ground, and his gag and blindfold were removed.

Seven tall teenagers surrounded him, two of them being girls. The teen standing in front of him was easily the scariest one to Tweek. He had greasy shoulder-length muddy blond hair and stubble on his chin and mouth. His eyes were dark and stared down at Tweek with something akin to muted hatred. He wore rather dirty clothes that gave off the appearance that he was rebellious, rather than poor.

What was terrifying about all of them to Tweek were their demons standing right behind them. The one standing behind greasy rebellious guy was the tallest of all the demons, and had red eyes, sharp fangs, and claws that looked ready to kill.

As Tweek stared in fear at all of them, the guy in front stepped forward. "So you're the little fag named Tweek my guys have been telling me about, huh?" he growled at him, "The one going around the middle school, showing off your faggy behavior. You think you can just go around, doing whatever you please?"

Tweek had no response. What was this guy's problem?

The guy crouched down to glare at Tweek. "You see, we don't like queers like you," he explained, "Fucking up our country. Probably wanting to hump every guy you see. You make me sick." He spat at Tweek, who flinched.

"I'm not like that at all," Tweek mumbled in a feeble attempt to defend himself, "I only like one guy. I don't just fall for every guy I see."

"You should probably not stand so close, Rex," one of the other guys said, "He's probably getting a boner for you right now."

"No! I'm not like that!" Tweek argued, but clearly no one wanted to listen to him.

The guy named Rex leaned forward. "We got a tip from someone that you've been going around forcing a straight guy to date you," he hissed, "He could be with a girl, but no, you just have to go and pull your fagginess on him. Fucking faggot!"

Tweek flinched when Rex pulled out a knife. He pressed the knife to Tweek's throat. "I think it's time to make an example out of you," he declared. He nodded to one of the girls who crouched behind Tweek and grabbed his arms, keeping them secure behind him.

Grinning, Rex lowered the blade to Tweek's shirt, stopping at the first button. Using the sharp knife, he popped off the button, then went onto the next one. Tweek felt tears coming to his eyes as his fear started to rise. What were they going to do to him?

When all the buttons on Tweek's shirt were off, Rex pulled it open, exposing Tweek's chest. The teens around him wolf whistled and howled obnoxiously. Tweek started trembling as Rex pressed the tip of the knife to his chest. He scowled.

"Keep the faggot still," he ordered.

The girl wrapped an arm around Tweek's neck, holding him still. Rex nodded then pressed the tip of the knife harder into his skin, drawing blood. Tweek tried to restrain a cry as Rex started cutting into his chest. He felt words being carved into him, and tears ran down his cheeks. It was agonizing and painful, with the other bullies snickering and chuckling the entire time. After Rex was finally done, he sat back to admire his work.

"Heh, that should get the message across," he sneered. He stood up, and pocketed the knife. "Come on guys, let's leave this fag to his misery."

As the teens all walked away, Tweek slumped to the ground, curling up into a ball, and letting his tears fall freely. What had he done to deserve this? He didn't know any of those teens! So why did they do this? He could feel his blood slowly dripping down his chest to the ground. He had no idea what that Rex had written on him, but he was sure it was nothing positive.

When he finally mustered up the strength, Tweek opened his eyes to see where he was. He appeared to be behind a school, probably the high school, as it definitely wasn't the elementary or middle school. Shaking, he sat up and opened his shirt to look at his torso. What he saw made fresh tears come to his eyes.

The words "FUCK ME" were cut in large letters across his chest. Then, all over his torso in smaller letters was the word "fag." None of the cuts were that deep, but they still stung and were still bleeding.

Tweek let out a mournful cry. Why did this happen? Why was he being punished? Was it really so wrong to be in love with another boy? A boy who was perfectly willing to date him, even if he wasn't gay himself? Why did the world want to punish him for being in love with Craig? Sobbing, Tweek slowly got to his feet, and suddenly felt nauseated. Before he could stop himself, he vomited all over the ground.

Breathing hard, he stumbled over to a drinking fountain to try to wash the puke taste out of his mouth, and also try to rinse off some of the blood. After he had finished, all he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and hide for the rest of his life. He started walking back to his house, angry and despairing thoughts filling his mind. He didn't even notice that as he walked he slowly broke into a run. Suddenly, he was sprinting full speed towards his house, tears streaming down his eyes, not even watching where he was going.

He didn't see that Craig was standing on his doorstep, knocking on the front door, until he slammed into him, knocking him off the porch and into the grass. Tweek and Craig rolled on the ground until they came to a rest. Tweek quickly pulled his shirt together so Craig wouldn't see the cuts. They were both breathing hard, but Tweek was gasping for breath.

Once he had regained some of his breath, Craig crawled to his knees and looked over at Tweek. He carefully moved over to him and put a hand on his side.

"Tweek? Are you ok?" Craig asked breathlessly, "Why were you running so fast? I thought you were going to come over to my house. What's wrong?"

Tweek had curled himself up and was silently crying. He flinched when Craig gently touched him. He didn't want Craig to see the cuts, but now Craig was rolling him onto his back.

"What's wrong?" Craig wondered, his voice full of concern, "Is there something wrong with your chest? Let me see." He was trying to pull Tweek's arms away from his torso, but he was resisting.

"No, Craig, I'm fine!" Tweek cried, squirming to try to get away. Frowning, Craig grabbed his arms a little harder, trying to hold him still.

"You're not fine," Craig muttered, "I can tell you're not! What is wrong? I want to help you!" Finally, he managed to pull Tweek's arms away and grabbed his shirt.

"Craig, no!" Tweek shouted, as his shirt was pulled open.

But it was too late. Craig stared down in shock at Tweek's chest. The "FUCK ME" and "fags" written all over his body. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. Tweek felt fresh tears coming to his eyes, and his breath started coming in short gasps.

"Tweek," Craig whispered, "Who did this to you?" Tweek didn't respond, and only closed his eyes. Craig gently leaned over and scooped the smaller boy up in his arms. Tweek immediately clutched his jacket and pressed his face into his shoulder.

With much difficulty, Craig managed to open the door and carried Tweek up to his room. He gently set him down, then went into his bathroom to grab a washcloth and some bandages. When he came back into the room, Tweek was sitting up and had gotten his breathing under control. Craig walked back over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. Taking the warm, wet washcloth, Craig started to gently wipe away the blood, trying not to press to hard. But still Tweek flinched a little.

"Sorry," Craig murmured. After he had washed all the blood off of Tweek, he took the bandages and started applying them to the cuts, but not before spraying them with Neosporin. Tweek let out a muffled cry, and again Craig apologized. After that was finished, Craig went over to Tweek's dresser and pulled out a different shirt for him. As Tweek put on the new shirt, Craig threw the old one away.

"So," Craig said, sitting back down on the bed, "You ready to tell me what happened?"

Tweek shuddered a little and leaned against Craig. He took a deep breath. "I was -NNGH- walking to your house," he explained, his twitching starting up, "When I was suddenly -GAH!- attacked by this group of teenagers. They blindfolded me and gagged me. They t-took me to the high school. Then, I guess he was their leader, said that s-someone told them about me."

"What do you mean?" Craig wondered.

"ERGH! He said that someone told them I was -ERK- forcing you to date me," Tweek replied, "That I was forcing my 'fagginess' on you, and that you could be with a girl if it wasn't for me."

Craig's expression grew dark. "Oh really?" he muttered, "Sounds like a bunch of bitchy homophobes if you ask me. They should mind their own business."

"Craig," Tweek whispered, "I'm not forcing myself on you, am I? I'm not forcing you to date me when you don't want to?"

A baffled expression crossed Craig's face. "What?" he exclaimed, "Of course not! I told you before I want to be with you! If anything, I was afraid I was forcing myself on you!" He pressed closer to Tweek and wrapped his arms around him. He nuzzled his face into his hair. "Listen to me, Tweek, I don't care what everyone thinks. At this point I don't care whether people think I'm gay, or straight, or bi, or whatever. I want to be with you. I care about you so much. Fuck the haters, and fuck Jess. I only want to date you."

Tears came to Tweek's eyes, but this time they were tears of happiness. He turned and pressed his face into Craig's chest. Craig tightened his hold on Tweek, pressing him closer.

"I'll protect you, Tweek," Craig whispered in a barely audible voice, "Those guys won't hurt you anymore."

Tweek murmured something into Craig's chest, but it was too muffled to hear what it was. Sighing, Craig pulled Tweek further onto the bed, laying down and brining Tweek with him. As soon as they were both laying comfortably, Craig leaned over and began gently kissing Tweek's neck. Tweek inhaled softly, the warm feel of Craig's lips on his skin a welcome feeling. Craig rolled over so he was lying on top of Tweek so he could get at his neck easier.

Shivering at the pleasure, Tweek welcomed him, tipping his head back slightly so Craig could kiss more of his neck. Craig gently ran his mouth over Tweek's throat, enjoying the taste of his skin, and kissed a bit deeper. Sighing, Tweek wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. After a while, Craig kissed his way up Tweek's neck, kissing along his jawline, then finally kissed his lips deeply and passionately. Eagerly, Tweek kissed him back.

Tweek suddenly no longer cared what anyone else thought. So what if he was gay? At least he was with the one he loved, kissing him with all the love he could muster. He felt Craig move to wrap his arms around his back and waist, so that they could be as close as possible. Tweek sighed happily into his mouth. They kissed again and again, enjoying their moment of closeness, glad that for once there was no one to interrupt them.

Craig was quite enjoying the way Tweek was moving underneath him as he kissed him. He was glad that Tweek was feeling better. Craig wished he could always keep Tweek this happy. He felt his cell phone start vibrating in his pocket, and he quickly fished it out and tossed it away without breaking the kiss. He wasn't ready to stop kissing Tweek. At this point, he was pretty sure someone need a crowbar to pry him away from the twitchy little blond.

As Craig deepened the kiss, he felt Tweek move one hand up and gently run his fingers under his hat and into his hair. Since he was always wearing his hat, he never had anyone run their fingers through his hair. It felt rather nice, and he could see why Tweek liked having his hair stroked. The feeling made Craig just want to kiss Tweek even more. They were almost melting into each other with pleasure.

Minute after minute passed by as they kissed, but they didn't care. They started moving their hands around, gently feeling each other. Their faces, their waists, their hair, their necks. Craig and Tweek wanted to feel everything as they kissed. Again without breaking the kiss, Craig grasped Tweek's waist and rolled over, pulling Tweek on top of him. Tweek responded by throwing his arms around his neck and deepening the kiss once more. They had no idea how long they were kissing for, but it was starting to get dark out.

When Tweek started to pull away, Craig leaned up, following him. Tweek gave up trying to pull out of the kiss and went back into it, letting their kisses grow even deeper. They only stopped kissing once Tweek gently pulled away to tuck his face into Craig's neck and almost immediately fell asleep. Craig smiled gently and ran his fingers through Tweek's hair.

"Yeah, that's right, Tweek, get your sleep," he murmured gently to the smaller boy on top of him, "I know kissing me takes a lot out of people."

Craig wrapped his arms around Tweek, pressing him even harder against his body. As he gently nuzzled his face into Tweek's hair, he stared up at the ceiling. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

I want to end the chapter there, because I feel like adding anything more would kind of undermine the point. Anyway, next chapter will hopefully not start off as dark as this chapter did. Also, hope you all liked the kissing scene!