Chapter 25: Slut Shamed Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or the song "Lovely". The song "Lovely" belongs to Billie Eilish and Khalid.

Warning: PTSD, homophobic slurs, slut-shaming, bullying, and anything else that considered as graphic and/or too explicit to handle.

No one's point of view

~ At the woods ~

"This is it. It is time to put an end to it," Tweek picks up a knife and stabs the black dress into shreds of fabrics.

Tear!

Rip!
Slice!

"Ahhhhhhh!" He screams like a madman in a horror film while letting a streak of tears out of one eye, "Ahhhhhhh!"
The black dress represents the person who wrecks his life. But the person is now out of his life for a long time. Sent to a place far away from him.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

From the sky, it begins to rain. Raindrops are drenching on the blond boy, diluting his tears down. He turns and marches away from the mess. He looks back at the slaughtered mess one last time before turning back to continue his way out of the woods.

~ The next morning (at school) ~

"What the fuck?!" Tweek opens his locker to uncover piles of toilet papers, condoms, lubes, dildos, and magazines containing gay pornographies. He sees the back of his locker door that says whore boy written in red.

"Hey thot, how about a blowjob for twenty dollars?" suggested one of the sixth-grader, causing his group of friends to snicker at him.

As he watches the group of sixth graders walking away from him, he scoops the toilet papers, condoms, lubes, dildos, and magazines up in his arms and throws them in the nearby trash.

"Ugh..." groaned Tweek, shaking his head.

~ At lunch ~
Tweek is about to eat his food until he is met with milk pouring on his head.

"Hahahahhaha! Tweek is drenched in milk!" mocked Cartman, "Look everybody, Tweek is drenched in milk like a slut!"

"Hahhahahaha! Tweek is drenched in milk!" joined Butters.

Tweek, feeling irked, roses up from his seat and shoves his lunch at Cartman's face. He then takes another tray of lunch and did the same to Butters.

"Screw you," Tweek mutters at Cartman and Butters, stomping out of the lunchroom.

"Hey, that's my lunch," cried Clyde.

"What the hell was that for, fatass?!" scolded Kyle, punching him in the arm.

"Nice one," spat David at Cartman.

"Not cool, man. Butters, you're a dickhead," reprimanded Stan, feeling crossed at them.

~ After school (to the Tweek Bros Coffeehouse) ~

"What the fucking hell?!" shouted Tweek. His green-hazel eyes widen at the sight of his parent's coffee shop. It is vandalized in black spray paint all over the place. Drawings of penises, devils, and various graphic contents. Sex toys with pejorative slurs. Condoms and lubes. HIV/AIDs and STDs ribbons. Words such as 'easy', 'slut', 'whore', 'F-word', 'Fudgepacker', 'Asking for it,' and every name in the book. There are even religious verses about promiscuity and homosexuality.

"Go to hell, you little homo harlot!" One redneck who is driving past by Tweek throws a beer bottle at him. Tweek quickly dodges the beer bottle, watching it smash against the glass window to let out a single small fracture.

"I thought everything is over. I thought nobody knows about it," whispered Tweek, shaking his head at his trashed coffeehouse. With his jaws open, he can feel his eyes watering, "But clearly, I was fucking wrong."

"At the same time, I have to clean up this mess," Tweek dashes inside the coffee shop and to the backroom that are decorated in more graphic images, sex toys, condoms and lubes, and drawings of penises.

Tweek gasps as he is clutching on his chest to feel his heart beating rapidly while trying to take a deep breath, "Oh no... No. No. No. No!"

He bolts out of the coffee shop to head towards the back of the building. This time he finds a giant illustration of two people having anal sex and the phrases that say "Love getting your ass banged?", "Pillow Biter," and "Want a blowjob, little skank?"

"No. No. No. No!" Tweek crumbles down on his knee, breaking down in tears. The sketch of these two people on the wall takes him back to the horrible incident in the backroom...

"What's wrong, tight ass?! Can't handle my huge dick in your asshole?! You're just saying it because you want it!" The pain in his ass from his rapist's dick is back. The pressure on his sturdy body against his petite body.

"No. No. No. No!" Tweek flees out of the scene, never bother to look back.

~ On the street ~

"No. No. No. No!" Tweek widens his eyes at the sight of what is around him. On walls of every building are taped in pictures of him with the caption, Slut Boy.

Tweek rushes to tear the pictures down. One by one, he destroys them into pieces and did whatever he can to get rid of them. However, there are too many to take on.

"Hope you like trash, skank!" A bunch of girls that are seventeen or eighteen years old throws a huge black plastic bag at him. The bag explodes at him to be covered in garbage.

"Bet it smells better on you!" They laugh maliciously as they drive away from him. Tweek, covered in gunk, walks away with his head down on the ground. Tears sink to the ground.

~ To Craig's house ~
"Oh my god, Tweek! What the fuck happens to you?!" asked Tricia, looking horrified.

"A bunch of older girls throw trash at me. Bet I smell like trash because that's how I am," answered Tweek cynically, smiling at her, "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yes, Tweek. Upstairs to the right next to Craig's room."
"Thanks, Tricia."

Tricia's point of view

"A bunch of older girls throw trash at me. Bet I smell like trash because that's how I am," I am in shock at the sight of Tweek being covered in garbage and gunk from head to toe.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yes, Tweek. Upstairs to the right next to Craig's room," I tell him.
"Thanks, Tricia," He smiles at me as he heads upstairs. I can hear the sound of sobbing and sniffling coming from him.

Why the hell would someone throw trash at someone like Tweek?! Who the fuck does that?! What did he do for him to deserve this?

I go upstairs to check upon him. Going towards the door, I hear the water running as a sign of him taking a shower. Then again, I can hear the sound of his voice to a song.

Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way

But you never go away

So I guess I gotta stay now
Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, but I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

His voice is soft, angelic, and tender. Yet, there is a sadness within his voice. Now I know how Tweek got the nickname, Tweekie Bird. Tweekie Bird. After the voice of a bird whenever a bird sings its song. Tweek is an amazing singer ever since the talent show. Yep, the talent show that Craig and Clyde somehow invited themselves. But thank god, they got out of that ridiculous box.

Walking out of town
Looking for a better place
Something's on my mind
Always in my headspace

Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, but I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

Woah, yeah
Yeah, ah
Woah, woah

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home
Hello, welcome home

Thud!

My heart grimaces as I pick up the sound of Tweek's crying through the echo of running water coming from the showerhead. Then, I hear the shower is turning off and Tweek's footsteps on the floor.

The door opens to reveal Tweek in oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His eyes are red and streaked in tears. His lips engraved into a frown. He droops his head on the ground as he walks to Craig's room.

I follow him to Craig's room as well. I see him plop down on the bed; I sit next to him. I open my mouth to ask him, "Hey Tweek. Is something wrong today? You seem sad."

He turns to me before looking away. His eyes are flooding and leaking in tears as his lips are quivering and letting out a whimper. He turns back to me and hugs me. Tears are drenching on my shirt, but I don't fucking care. Tweek needs a shoulder to cry on.

"I thought it is over. I thought I can fight it. But I fucking can't. I fucking can't. I fucking can't."