A/N Another shorter chapter, this one. A chapter full of Tweek freaking out, because that's what he does, isn't it? XD
Thanks to once more, the fantastic ObanesHarvest! I'd say you're motivating me to write this, only I've actually already written it all out, so... I'll just have to settle for a million thanks. I'm flattered that you're enjoying the story so much!
Disclaimer I don't own South Park or any associated characters, events, etc.
Stage 4. ([[{m.e.a.n.w.h.i.l.e}]])
8:49 pm
July 30th, 2011
South Park, Colorado
I am kind of scared…
Tweek typed in the words reluctantly, seeing as he didn't necessarily want to reveal weakness, even in these moments, when it was practically what he was made of. But Bebe had helped him, in the past, kind of. He could trust her not to mock his tentative honesty.
Bebe: Don't be.
As if it were that easy. The long silence that stretched on afterwards meant that she and Craig must be talking. He swallowed, gripping his elbows with the opposite arms and rocking gently back and forth. What if Craig got angry at her? But, no, he couldn't possibly get to her—she was far away, in Texas right now, in fact, on vacation. Craig had no way to get from Colorado to Texas. Plus, they didn't know exactly where she was staying. That meant something, right?
But if he can't hurt her… what if he hurts me?
After several minutes of the awful prospect haunting him, a quick line of text from Bebe's side appeared.
Hey, you haven't gone into a coma or anything, have you?
Me: N-no…
Bebe: good
Me: what's happening?
Bebe: tension
Tension with Craig, in the past, had often ended in violence—for him, at least. His eyes closed lightly as he recalled the pain of those hands, those strong hands all over his body, his neck, shoulders, hips….
Me: oh no
don't piss him off...he tends to get very...physical when angry...
he likes to...hurt things
Bebe: lock your doors tonight, that's all I can say
I'm working on things, buddyhugs
Lock his doors? Lock his doors? Craig couldn't come. If Craig came… if he came for him… his fists curled tighter, and a faint whimper issued from his mouth. If Craig came for him, he didn't know if he could stand it, if he could stand the pain. Would he just die, if things got too bad? Was that possible? Could his body just… give up? He'd blacked out before. It happened rarely, but it did. That was one way of escaping. But was it possible that his body system would recognize that this couldn't stop, that the only thing to do was end it forever, to not wake up?
Probably not. Because, as well as something to die for, Craig was also something to live for. Always.
Just as these thoughts were dashing through Tweek's mind, a second chat box caught his eye. It had gone completely unnoticed before, as he'd been utterly intent on conversing with Bebe. But this was someone else.
It was him.
Refusing to answer the second box, he demanded answers of his more trustworthy correspondent.
Me: what did you DO?
h-he's trying to chat with me now...he seems pissed D:
Bebe: what's he saying?
Me: ...
he just said "TWEEK!" in big letters...then he says I'm going to pay...
The prospect chilled his spine. He didn't want to pay. Every cell of his body was positive that he did not want to pay. It screamed not only in his mind, but in the aching of his thighs and lips, his chest and more sensitive areas, too.
Bebe: huh
Me: i-i don't wanna pay i am too sore...
Bebe: it's okay, I'm working on things
Me: o-ok
...
be careful or he will hurt you next
Bebe: I'll be careful, don't worry
Me: ok
He didn't want him to hurt her, either. She hadn't done anything. She hadn't said it was okay, unlike him… something that he cursed himself for every day. Why had he allowed Craig to do such a thing? But no, anything to help him. It made Craig feel better. And that was what mattered. No matter the cost… as long as Craig was okay… he could deal with his own emotions, they didn't matter, they didn't matter. He could deal with them himself.
It was a slight shock that he recognized it had been several minutes since her last words to him. So he hastily typed in a hurried inquiry, as to assure himself that Craig hadn't somehow gotten to her already.
what is happening?
Bebe: well...
I'm not sure
What did that mean?
Me: oh god...ok, well keep talking to him. I will just wait
Bebe: I will.
still okay?
Me: mhm, my body is just sore but i am hanging in here ^^
The last bit, the little happy emoticon, pained him to type, but it was better if she didn't worry. Much better.
Bebe: good.
Me: h-how is he?
Bebe: ...again, not sure
I'm sort of yelling at him
Me: oh god...be careful hug
Bebe: hug back I will
More time passed. What was it now? He glanced at the computer clock. Nine forty-five. All at once, an awful, sickening lurch rippled through his stomach as he remembered a conversation with his parents earlier.
Later on, things will probably be getting a little more adult, so we'll be moving over to your aunt's house for that part, all right, Tweek? We want you to stay here, you'll be fine for the night, right?
Yeah….
Okay, good. We'll probably clear out about nine-thirty. We'll have our cell phones….
Listening keenly, Tweek realized instantly that it had happened. His parents were gone, along with all the rest of them. His head began to spin, black spots dancing before his eyes, and he let out a sort of vague, high-pitched groan-whimper. She had told him to lock his doors… it was doubtless.
He's coming.
Craig's coming.
Me: h-how is he now? Is he angry or just being stubborn?
h-hes yelling at me through chat...
Bebe: sigh I'll get back on it. hang in there.
Me: o-ok