NOTE: Hey, so a little preface for this chapter. It talks about some heavy things such as sexual assault, and just know there are resources out there for you if you have been sexually assaulted, especially at college. If you've ever been sexually assaulted, there are plenty of people to talk to! If you need to talk about it, my inbox on tumblr is always open 3 .com


It wasn't the call he wanted to wake up to. He didn't want to wake up and hear the words, "I got high and kissed Molly Gerwin." He didn't want to hear his voice. Tweek was livid. Okay, so Craig isn't fully to blame. From the sounds of it, Molly was partially to blame, taking advantage of him in his delirious state of mind. But they haven't even left for college yet, and this is the bullshit Tweek is waking up to?! He remembers feelingso angry that he was calm. He couldn't yell. He couldn't breathe. All he could do was sigh before telling Craig what he needed to say.

"I don't…want to talk to you. I don't…want to see you. I need space from you. I can't be around you. I understand it was a mistake, but you should've known better. It doesn't matter that it was her. It matters that you still kissed someone when you didn't have to. I'll call you when I finally know how to feel about this." He hung up before he could hear what Craig had to say, finally letting the sobs escape his mouth as he sat up in bed. He bit down onto his arm, the pain actually making him relax a bit for once. Tweek needed an outlet. He needed to talk to someone, needed to hit something. He sniffled, wiping his cheeks with the palms of his hands before picking up his phone. He pressed the cool glass to his too warm face, swallowing hard as they answered.

"Tweek? It's…seven in the morning."

"Stan…m-meet me at the gym."

"Dude, are you okay?"

"I'll explain at the gym. Meet me in a h-half an hour." Tweek hung up his phone, climbing out of bed and tugging on sweatpants and a t-shirt. He left a note on the counter downstairs for his parents before leaving, not even grabbing a jacket. Even though it was summer, the mornings were still chilly. The brisk air felt good against his too hot skin, images of Craig and Molly making his skin even hotter as he walked.


Stan Marsh was confused as to why he was being called to the gym by Tweek Tweak on a Wednesday morning, but he seemed distraught, so he wasn't going to question it. He showed up about ten minutes late, but saw Tweek's car already in the lot. As he wandered in, it was relatively empty, a few people walking on treadmills or lifting weights. But someone was hitting a punching bag, that unmistakable thud echoing throughout the empty gym. When he saw that Tweek wasn't among the people walking or lifting, he was surprised to see it was him hitting the punching bag. His pale skin was already flushed and his hair sticking to his forehead. He looked…irate.

"Tweek?" He whipped around, fists still clenched and a wild look in his eyes. They softened a bit when he saw Stan. "Dude…when was the last time you did…this?"

"A long time ago. You were the one who made me try boxing, remember?" Stan winced at the memory. Tweek and Craig got in one argument in fourth grade and suddenly bets were being placed in a fight that wasn't even supposed to happen. They fought anyways, the violence actually resolving the issue, but not before Stan and Kyle could train Tweek how to throw a punch.

"Y-yeah…I remember," He walked over, standing behind the punching bag to hold it. "So…why are you-"

"Craig." He hissed between his teeth, throwing punch after punch at the bag. Stan blinked.

"What did-"

"Oh, you know. Just…my fucking mortal enemy happens to be going to school with him and he gets stupid high at orientation! She walks him home, and wouldn't you know?" Thud. "HE," Thud. "KISSES," Thud. "THAT FUCKING," Thud! "BITCH!" THUD! Stan was impressed with how hard Tweek could actually hit, struggling to keep the bag in place. Stan frowned, watching Tweek's shoulders heaving.

"Tweek, I'm sure it meant nothing." Tweek scoffed.

"Yeah! Sure! He should've known! He should've known it wasn't me! He told me he didn't want it. That she took advantage of him and grab his dick! It doesn't hurt any less! He still kissed her!" He yelled, angry tears brimming his eyes. His gloved fingers dug into his scalp, tugging at his hair as he gritted his teeth. Stan grabbed his wrists, Tweek jumping at the sudden touch. He gasped as Stan tugged him into a hug, Tweek finally breaking down into sobs. His anger slowly turned into sadness, then hurt, then finally betrayal. He felt betrayed by Craig. How can he trust him while he's thousands of miles away in Philadelphia if he's only a few hours away fucking up already?! Tweek cried into Stan's chest in the middle of the gym, no shame in it. He needed a friend. He needed to forget Craig for once.


Craig felt sick all day. Henry could tell something was off when they sat down for the first presentation of the day.

"Dude…you okay?" Craig shook his head slowly, eyes half lidded as he tried to stay awake. He couldn't sleep much last night, his stomach in knots as he tossed in turned. His room felt too hot, but it was set to be sixty-three degrees.

"No."

"What happened after you left?"

"…I may have fucked myself."

"What-" Craig shook his head, letting his eyes drop close for a second. He couldn't cry. Not here. Not with his classmates surrounding him. He couldn't even say the words "I technically cheated on my boyfriend last night but I didn't want it and I only did it because I was stupid high" without wanting to vomit. And the fact that Tweek doesn't even want to talk to him or see him was killing him. Yeah, he kind of deserved it, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. For the rest of the day, Craig flinched every time he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. He wouldn't say he was afraid of seeing Molly again, but he was afraid of what he might do if he saw her again. He was angry. Furious even. She can't just waltz into my fucking life and ruin everything for me. I won't go down that easily. Craig kept talking to himself for the remainder of the presentations, thankful when it was finally time to pick his classes for the fall. Because after he picked his classes, he got to leave. And Craig couldn't wait to leave to get home to his mom. As he finished picking he classes, Craig made sure to get Henry's number before leaving, heading back to the dorm he stayed in.

"Not gonna say goodbye?" He stopped, his tongue licking his lips slowly as he thought hard about what he wanted to say. He turned, Molly's smuglook making it hard to be civil.

"No."

"Why not? I thought we shared something special last night." She purred, stepping forward. Craig took a few steps backwards.

"Don't come near me." He practically growled, voice low with anger.

"That's no way to talk to someone."

"I don't give a flying fuck. You…I never ever want to fucking see you. Got it? You've ruined everything! You're…a bitch. Okay? You're a lonely bitch who can't have what she wants so she's forcefully taking it and that's a bitch thing to do." Molly frowned.

"Look, I like you, okay? What's so wrong with that?!"

"What's wrong is that I'm not available! And you know that! You're being selfish and you sexually assaulted me! You don't get to just grab my cock because you want to! Got it?! Now stay the fuck away from me, you fucking cunt." He snarled, watching the shock cross Molly's face before turning away. He was thankful she didn't follow him, not sure what else he would say if she did. He felt a little lighter as he left the dorms, tucking into the back of his mind that he should maybe meet with the Title IX coordinator once school starts so that way Molly can really stay away from him. The drive home was quiet. Craig wasn't in the mood for music (for once in his life). The warm air felt refreshing on his face, but his eyes stung from the tears that constantly sat there, waiting to finally fall. He felt disgusting. He could feel her hands everywhere on him. He hated that. He felt tarnished, defiled, and so on. He just didn't feel himself. When he got home, Laura immediately knew something was wrong by the puffiness of his eyes. Thankfully, Thomas and Tricia had gone out to run a few errands, so it was just Laura and Craig. She smiled sadly at him as he walked up to the door.

"Hey handsome," She whispered, gasping as he fell into her arms. She blinked, feeling the sobs wrack his body as she wrapped her arms around him. "Hey-hey shhh! What's wrong, baby? Come on, let's go to my room," She cooed, rubbing his back as they walked upstairs. Once they got comfortable under the covers, Laura realized just how small her son looked. This isn't my baby. Something bad happened. She brushed the hair off his forehead, resting her hand on his cheek to wipe the tears away. "Talk to me, Craig." Her voice was so sweet to Craig, the tone warming his aching heart. He sniffled, swallowing hard.

"I…s-something…happened," He took a moment to figure out how he wanted to word this. "So…I got…h-high…with some of the n-new guys I met…and…there's this…girl…who Tweek knows through skating…and…," He shuddered. "She…really likes me. To the point where it's…o-obsessive. And…as I was walking h-home I…was really…confused and dizzy and she found me, but I-I didn't know it was her. So…when we got back to my room, all I saw was blonde hair! And-and before I know what's happening I-I fucking kissed her and then her hand was-" He cut himself off, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. The more he talks about it, the more he hated himself and the more he felt disgusted about himself. Laura frowned, cupping Craig's face in her hands.

"Sweetie, did she do something to you?" She whispered, Laura's heart twisting at the way Craig's face fell. She felt her heart shatter when he nodded. She took a moment to breathe, anger bubbling inside of her. What bitch thinks she can hurt my baby like this?! Laura tugged Craig into her arms, feeling him sob again. She stroked his hair with one hand and ran her other hand under his shirt onto his bare back, his skin hot with embarrassment and anger.

"I-I didn't know what w-was going on! She-she took advantage of me! And-and now Tweek is angry at me and doesn't want to talk or s-see me!" He sobbed, face buried into his mother's shoulder. Laura wasn't sure what to say anymore. She had had talks with Tricia about sexual assault as she's gotten older, but she never even thought to have one with Craig, especially on how to handle it. She kissed his forehead over and over, trying to calm him in any way shape or form.

"Sweetheart, I know this is scary and-and upsetting. I'm so sorry I-I couldn't be there. I'm so sorry Tweek is angry. I'm sorry this had to happen. Yes…I agree with Tweek's anger because you did kiss her…but I don't think he's angry about what she did. At least, not at you. I'm sure he's furious at her for other reasons. Give him his space. He's gonna come around. He's probably feeling hurt like you. But," She tilted his head up, cupping his face by his jaw. "Y-you are so strong. You sat through all those presentations today after something traumatic happened to you. I'm so sorry your life hasn't been easy t-this past year with everything that happened with your Uncle and-and now this. I'm sorry the universe hasn't been on your side." Craig swallowed hard, kissing his mom's cheek quickly before tugging her back into a hug. He just needed to be held.


They didn't tell Tricia what happened, not wanting to scare her or make her worry. They told Thomas after dinner, the anger similar to Laura's. After talking about it for a while, Craig needed some air. His skin was red and hot with embarrassment again and he felt like he was suffocating. There was no set destination in mind, just go. Craig kicked at rocks on the ground, looking up as he stumbled past the church. He hasn't been to church since he was ten, but fuck, he needed a damn miracle to happen, so he walked in. It was relatively empty, a few families there praying and a couple older couples. He walked past the pews to the confessional booth, one guy in line. He took a seat on the bench, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he waited. A woman left the booth, the guy ahead of him going in. Craig leaned his head back against the wall, looking at the statue of Jesus that stood proudly at the front of the church. He rolled his eyes, looking around quickly before flipping the statue off.

"Thanks for everything, dude," He grumbled to it, running his fingers through his hair. About fifteen minutes later, the man in front of him walked out before Craig shuffled in. He felt his cheeks heat up as he shut the door, sitting down. He cleared his throat, making a cross across his chest using his hand. "Uh…forgive me Father for I have…sinned…well…that's an understatement. I've sinned a lot. But…I'm here for one reason really. So… I smoke, drink, I'm bisexual, and I engage in premarital sex. But…I…cheated. And that's the one that hurts." He couldn't really see the priest in the next room over, but he heard him hum.

"Cheating huh? That's pretty low for a kid your age." Craig grunted.

"Thanks a lot, dude," He sighed, sitting forward to lean his arms on his knees. "I just…I was high. And I couldn't see it wasn't him…and she…assaulted me…sexually…and…I just…feel disgusting." The priest nodded slowly.

"Were you raped?"

"Well…no. She just…touched me. And I am thankful that was all. But…I still feel disgusting knowing it happened. I feel disgusted that I kissed this cu-girl," Nice catch, Tucker. "And…now my boyfriend doesn't want to talk to me or-or see me and I feel…like there's a hole in my chest. He's mad because this girl is like…his arch enemy. See, he's a figure skater and she's always the closest competitor to him so they have this rivalry. And she's going to college with me and he's going…far away."

"Where is he going?"

"Philadelphia." The priest whistled low.

"That's pretty far."

"Yeah, I know…ya know, you're not really helping me! Isn't that what this is all about?!"

"Son, relax. It seems like you went through a traumatic experience and now I've got to piece the puzzle together. I will help you." Craig sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"Sorry, Father." He grumbled, looking up at the dim light.

"So…this boyfriend…how long have you been together?"

"Almost…seven months? But…we've been best friends since we were ten."

"Ah. Best friends?"

"Well…my best friend is my friend Clyde, but my boyfriend is definitely one of my best friends." The priest nodded again, humming.

"Well…like you said, you kissed this girl. Despite your inebriated state, you still made the choice to kiss her," Craig winced. "But…I feel like this is something that has helped you." Craig furrowed his brows.

"How has this helped me?! I-I'm disgusted with myself!"

"That's my point. You are already feeling the consequences of your actions. You feel disgusted, angry, violated. These are all viable feelings after something like this occurs, especially with cheating. This tells me that you understand it was a mistake, something that you didn't want to happen. God has a funny way of bringing people closer together, even if it involves separating them for a while. Your boyfriend needs his space. He feels just as disgusted and angry as you do, just for different reasons. I feel like God is carving a path for you two, especially with him going so far away." Craig swallowed hard, playing with the pendant around his neck.

"What if…what if he leaves me?" His voice was barely audible in the quiet space, too afraid to actually say it out loud. The priest thought a moment.

"My child, I have a feeling that because you two have been through so much together before you were officially together…this will only help you. There's a chance he does leave you, but that just mean God has a new path for you both, and maybe one day, those paths will cross again. Don't fret too much. Things will work out," He cleared his throat. "Now…do five Hail Mary's before leaving, and have a blessed evening, my child." Craig sighed, standing.

"Thank you, Father," He walked out to a pew, sitting down on it. He wasn't raised Catholic, but Claudia and Thomas were, and he knew enough about it that he knew what a Hail Mary was. He sighed, kicking down the little cushion to kneel on before kneeling on it. He made another cross over his chest with his hand before looking up at the statue of Jesus again. Craig chuckled, pressing his hands together. He said the prayer five times, and honestly, by the time he was done, he felt…refreshed. He looked up at the statue and smiled a bit. "Look…I'm putting my faith in you…for once, and I really…really need you and your Father to help me out on this one. Tweek? He's…he's incredible. If you want to take him away from me…I guess I have no choice. But…please don't. I'm not ready to lose him. And I know the entire "gay marriage" thing might not be cool to you, but dude, it's two thousand eighteen, get with the program! I'd marry him, you know. And maybe I'll do it right here in this church. Who knows! I just…really don't want this to be over…Jesus…" Craig sighed, leaning his head forward onto his clasped hands, closing his eyes. Jesus Christ, man, have my back just this once.


Tweek was taking a walk after having talked to the girls about everything, his eyes sore from crying all day. He passed the church, sighing as he slipped inside to rest his tired limbs for a moment. He sat in the back row, the church relatively empty as he sat there. They only came to church a few times when he was younger, mainly around the holidays when the entire town went. He tensed as he saw Craig leave the confessional on the left-hand side, watching him kneel in a pew. Tweek wanted to run, wanted to scream at him, wanted to hit him. But then he heard him do his Hail Mary's and Tweek felt his cheeks flush. I shouldn't be here. He stood to leave, tensing as he heard Craig speak again.

"Look… I'm putting my faith in you…for once, and I really…really need you and your Father to help me out on this one. Tweek? He's…he's incredible," Tweek's chest twisted, turning back around to look at the back of Craig's head. "If you want to take him away from me…I guess I have no choice. But…please don't. I'm not ready to lose him," Tweek put a hand over his mouth, trying not to make any noises as tears filled his eyes. "And I know the entire "gay marriage" thing might not be cool to you, but dude, it's two thousand eighteen, get with the program! I'd marry him, you know. And maybe I'll do it right here in this church. Who knows! I just…really don't want this to be over…Jesus…" Tweek shot up, after a few minutes rushing out of the church as he felt his emotions take control of him. He didn't see Craig turn around in time to catch his blonde hair. He didn't see Craig cry in the church. He didn't see anything, blinded by his own emotions. Tweek felt terrible, and he knows he should be mad at Craig, but the fact he went to church to try and clear his thoughts proved to Tweek that he really cared. Tweek should feel happy, right? So why does he feel so sad? He stopped running as he realized why he felt sad, tears filling his eyes once more. Because Molly Gerwin actually broke your boyfriend.


NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It hurt to write but it was cathartic in a way for me to write some good angst after a stressful day of classes! I love you all and don't forget there are a lot of resources out there if you have been sexually assaulted. I love you guys, and I mean that! Until next time! And, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated.