(note: idk what day of the week it is in this story anymore so pretend it's Sunday 😪)
I called Stan and hastily made some excuse.
"Hey man, you can't come over today because my sister's having a play date with Karen."
"Sucks dude, tell Kyle I said hi though, and that I love him."
"Ew. But whatever I'll let him know. Thanks for understanding."
"Yeah sure, text me later and let me know how he's doing."
"Will do, cya tomorrow."
"Cya!"
(note 2: i also dk where Craig's parents are 😨)
I hung the phone up, glancing at Kyle. He'd curled up on the sofa, eyes closed, asleep again. I slumped next to him, turning the TV volume down and putting a random DVD on. His head rested on my thigh, making me tense. No matter, I draped my arm over his torso protectively.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement outside the window. But when I double checked, nothing was there. I brushed of the sense of unease and focused on the film.
Nothing bad can happen if nothing was there right?
Tweek's POV
My heart shattered into a million pieces. No, a million wasn't enough. Billions of pieces. I felt a lump rise in my throat, the salty tears drop silently down my face, felt my hands grasp my hair and pull hard.A picture.
Of Craig.
And Kyle.
Together.Curled up on Craig's sofa, in his house, like a couple.
The number who had sent it to me was anonymous, I couldn't trace it back. The image was captioned: 'Come one, come all'
I dropped my phone on the floor, shaking. My breathing became laboured, I squeezed my eyes shut. From somewhere deep within me, I let out a gut wrenching sob. I didn't even know I was able to make a sound so despairing.
I wrapped myself in blankets and made a cave in my bed, crying and reaching. My parents entered and exited multiple times, bringing me drinks, asking me if I was ok, saying goodnight. After a while, the crying stopped, I drifted to sleep, falling through endless dreams of me and Craig's memories and the pain in my chest.
Needless to say, I didn't go to school on Monday. Or Tuesday. Or Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. I refused all visitors, including Craig. He begged and yelled and screamed for me. I wouldn't see him, I couldn't. I spent my time eating, drinking, crying or sitting in the shower wondering where I went wrong.
The number that had text me kept sending me pictures, Craig with his head on his desk in school, crying, with his friends, with... Kyle...
I wanted to block them, to stop the pictures, to forget. But everytime my finger lingered over the block button, everytime I knew I should, I hesitated.
It was painful to see this, yes, but it was my only insight to the outside world right now. I needed to know.
Instead, I sent the number to Stan. And asked him to figure out who it was.
BINABASA MO ANG
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