Chapter 26: Slut Shamed Part 2
Warning: Violence, angst, slut-shaming, drama, mentions of rape and PTSD, and anything else considered graphic, inappropriate, or too explicit to read.
No one's point of view
"I was being fucking raped! I was being fucking raped and this is what I get from everybody?! My coffee shop is being vandalized! My locker! I can't even eat lunch without being dunked by a carton of milk because milk reminds me of fucking semen!" brawled Tweek to Tricia, "I was being called a slut, whore, skank, and every name in the book! I was almost killed by some idiot who threw a beer bottle at me! I still smell like trash thanks to these older girls! I thought it is over and I can move on with my life! But I was fucking wrong!"
"Tweek, you are not a slut, whore, skank, or whatever these assholes say to you. You are being raped. There is a difference," Tricia shakes her head as she is comforting the crying blond boy, "I can't believe everybody can be such dumbasses."
"I know. I worked my ass off into everything since the whole Buddha box bullshit and my breakup with Craig. School. The talent show. Working out and cheerleading. Baking and Valentine's Day treats. I am trying to move on and get over the bullshits!" ranted Tweek, "And for what?! For them to shit on me because I was being fucking raped! And they are coming back!"
"What's coming back?"
"My goddamn PTSD!"
"Having flashbacks again?"
"Yes. I find a drawing of one person being fucked in the ass by another person in the back of my coffee shop. Just like how my rapist did it to me before gaining the strength to beat the shit out of him."
"Who the fuck did it to your shop?" Tricia's eyes widen at the news.
"Exactly. I don't know who did it, but I bet it is someone who knows about it or probably Cartman! I am losing shit here!"
Ring!
Ring!
Tricia detects and picks up her phone. It is Craig's calling. She leaves the room to take a call outside of Craig's room while Tweek just let himself have it.
"Everybody says that I am into sleeping around so many boys and getting paid for stacks of dollar bills like I am some kind of hooker on the street! Make up lies whatever they like! Twist words and stories up! Acting like rape is nonexistent to them! Oh hell no, they are just too busy with that fucking thing made by the dumbass fat weasel!"
Craig's point of view
"Hey Cartman! I heard that you called my boyfriend a slut and dumped milk on him!" I confront the fatass.
"Woah, woah, woah, Craig! Don't get your pantie twisted! It sucks to have a boyfriend who is a dirty whore for sleeping with some older guy," Don't tell me that I "get my pantie twisted", fat boy! Second of all, Tweek is being raped! There is a fucking difference!
"Don't you ever talk to Tweek like that! He is not a whore!"
"How should I know that Tweek is not a whore? You told me how Tweek is so needy and desperate for your attention that you come to me for some help on your stress," Cartman smirks at me like a smart ass, "Tweek is so needy and desperate that he banged a guy older than you to get you crawling back to him, so that makes him an attention whore! I bet he even screws around so many guys for money like a gold digger!"
"He would never do that! They are lies coming from your mouth and you are just saying it to paint Tweek as someone he is not!" How dare the son of a bitch with a brain filled with lard has to drag Tweek into this bullshit after everything what Tweek has to deal with all of because of him, the son of a bitch of a sex offender, and me!
"Craig, you believe Tweek over Eric? Tweek lied! Tweek did stomp your heart into pieces by cheating on you with some dude behind your back!" For fuck's stake, Butters! The last and only person being a dumbass for believing in Cartman's lies and bullshits! Aka his best friend and minion!
"Butters!" growled Kyle loudly.
"What the hell?!" yelled Token.
"Admit it, Craig! Tweek is just a snake in the grass! He lied, cheated, and manipulated you like a little puppet! He is nothing but a troublemaker! A skank!" continued Butters.
"See?! Even Butters isn't blind to realize the real Tweek! A liar, cheater, manipulator, and slut! He is not the sweet and innocent angel anymore! He is dirty and impure little cunt, but far worst than Kenny!" Oh Cartman, you dig your own grave this time! And Butters, you somehow manage to push my button as well!
"Butters! That's enough!" roared Wendy.
"You have gone way too far here! Tweek is not a liar, cheater, and manipulator!" addressed Heidi.
"He is not a slut!" Bebe chimes in, "Justice for Tweek!"
"He is not a whore!" There goes Nichole, "Believe Tweek!"
"Tweek is a survivor!" And then, Red, "Believe Tweek!"
And now it is time to give them the beatdown of this lifetime! Sun's out, knuckles are out!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
"This is for Tweek, fatass and dickhead! You dipshits better watch what you said about Tweek!" I kick Cartman and Butters in the stomachs before walking away. My last words to them are giving them the double middle fingers in the air. The last thing I need from them is to keep on giving him a hard time until he reaches his breaking point.
I pick up my phone from my pocket to call Tricia, "Tricia, where is Tweek?!"
"Tweek is at home. He is in your room, crying and now..."
"They are in that fucking thing while I was out there being raped and beaten by him! I tried to defend myself from him, but he overpowered me with his body against mine! I tried to tell him no, but he didn't listen to me! He fucked the shit out of me until he tore my body up like a knife cutting me open! I was left there in the cold for dead! Used and bleeding to death! I would've gotten STDs or HIV/AIDs because of him!"
I listen to the booming of Tweek's yelling on the phone.
"I tried to heal from it, but I can't! I can't with him keep coming back to my life to come onto me! Especially on my first date with a boy who actually loves me and not has the balls to do the same as he did to me! Even if he is now away from my life and everything I went through, people in this fucking town are shitting on me! For what?! For being a slut! A whore! Is that what I am to them?! Is it?! If so, then that's perfectly fucking fine! Blame the victim! Shame the victim! But I am still fucking here!"
He ends his tirade with his crying in the background.
"Holy shit. Tweek is losing it."
"No shit, Craig Thomas Tucker. I'll tell you what happens to him when you get home."
"All right."
"Thank god, you're home,"
"Tell me what is going on with my baby?"
"Well..." Tricia clarifies the whole situation. His locker. Being dunked in milk at lunch. His coffee shop. How he almost got killed by some asshole with a beer bottle. And how these bitches threw trash at him.
"He's upstairs in your room."
"Thanks, Tricia," I climb up the stairs and go to my room to find Tweek sitting on the ground with tears streaming down on his pretty face that is now red.
"Tweek," I run towards him to hug and take him on my bed; I prop him on my lap like a doll. He is looking away from me, so I cup his face to get him to look at me.
"I thought it is over. I thought I can fight it. But I can't. I fucking can't. There are always bullshit in this fucking world."
"I saw the whole thing with the milk at lunch. You were upset that you smashed your lunch and Clyde's lunch at Cartman and Butters."
"I don't want to talk about it," Tweek shakes his head, "And it is typical of him to be an asshole to everybody else. It is no surprise that Butters can be a dickhole because of him. Can we just pretend that nothing happens?"
"Everybody saw it, but I don't blame you," Butters can be a dumbass for befriending the fat boy. Because of that fat boy, he turns into another version of him. I can't believe them out of all people, "But don't worry about them, I already took care of them by giving them knuckle sandwiches after school."
"Craig! You will be going to get detention and you don't have to do this for me!" scolded Tweek with his pouty lips.
"So, what? They deserve it for the hard time they give you just because you're being raped."
"True. It is not just that. I was almost killed by a beer bottle thanks to some jackass. These mean older girls threw a big bag of trash at me," elaborated Tweek, "The sixth graders messed up my locker and somebody trashed my coffee shop."
I can't fucking believe them! These people are such dumb shits for it! The people who are at faults for this situation are Cartman and that disgusting pig! I don't understand why Tweek is the one to be punished for what he suffered through because of the brainless fatass and Mister Rapist! How the fuck is it Tweek's fault for what the good for nothing rapist did?! I can't imagine how long it would take for everybody to shit on Tweek after everything because of them!
"I don't know why the fuck would anyone has the balls to shit on you for what you suffered through."
"Exactly! I know and it is not okay! It is not okay!" Tweek rolls up his sleeves to show me his faded scars on his wrists and arms, "I had suffered through enough already."
"Shh..." I nuzzle in his hair to smell the scent of shampoo and none of the trash. Smells like strawberries, "I am here with you."
"Craig, I thought you're going to leave me. Why are you with me?"
"Because I love you and I am not breaking up with you because of Cartman, the pig, or these assholes in this town. You're the best thing I ever cherish," I caress his face and hair to ease him up.
"I love you too, Craig. I love you because you're different from anyone else," smiled Tweek as he tugs me to kiss me and I responded back to him. I miss Tweek's kisses. I want him in my life, "Thank you for what you did to the fat weasel and Butters."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Tweek and I pause to see Tricia in front of us, "You better not be doing this under this roof!"
"Tricia!"
~ The next day ~
"All right, Tweek. Can you show your shop?"
"Of course, Craig."
"Count me in. I am coming with you guys," added Tricia.
"Okay, let's go."
~ To the
"What the fuck!"
"Holy motherfucking shit!" I let out to see Tweek's coffee shop. The coffee shop is littered in the most grotesque fashion of all times. Penises, devils, sex toys, ribbons, condoms, lubes, and numerous Bible-thumping verses and terrible words.
"How? The coffee shop is locked the entire time."
"I don't know how they have gotten inside the coffee shop to do this. That's not only the worst part," Tweek proceeds his way to the back of the coffee shop. Tricia and I follow him as well.
"Oh no!"
"Oh my fucking god!"
The back of the coffee shop has a drawing of two people banging on each other anally. I turn to Tweek who is whimpering and struggling to breathe at the horrendous image.
"I thought it is over. But no. I remember it. He tried to rape me in the back room. He found me at my own coffee shop. He pulled my underwear down to fuck me in my ass with his dick."
This is torturing him! This is killing him!
"I…I…I... I have no idea what to do. This could take about weeks or months to clean this up," Tweek turns to me, "Craig, I want to go home."
"Of course, honey. This is too much for you to handle. These shitheads!" I hold him close to me, covering his eyes with my hands to shield the awful graffiti away, "Tricia, let's go home!"
"I don't have to tell me twice," said Tricia, "My eyes are burning and Tweek is freaking out right now! Get the image out of my sight!"
As we are getting out of here, there is one guy in his truck glaring at us. Probably a redneck. He screams at Tweek, "Go back to a brothel, whore!" He throws his empty glass bottle of Coca Cola at him. Luckily, he is shitty at throwing things that he missed. On the flip side, this is scaring Tweek even more. The asshole is making Tweek cry!
"No! No! No! No!" Tricia fights off with her index finger pointing at him, shooting a dagger look at him, "Back off!"
"Fuck off, asshole! Leave him alone!" I flip the asshole off with one middle finger while locking the distressed Tweek in my arm to get him home to our house safely.
"It's okay, Tweekie Bird. It's okay," I give Tweek to Tricia where she is cooing him. I turn to the bastard in the truck one last time.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, chicken dick! You never ever assault a homosexual boy and a rape survivor! You never ever do that to someone with PTSD! Shitbrain!"