Violated: What's a Happy Ending

Untitled Part 8

"Who did it, Tweek?" He whispered and I sighed and shook my head.

"S-some kids," I tell him and he nods as he sees I'm breathing.

"South Park kids?" He asked and I shook my head.

He sighed and rubbed my arm.

"Rest, Tweek. I will make sure you wake up before sunrise in three hours okay," he said and I decided to just give in.

I rested my head on his chest and let him wrap his arms around my waste. He wrapped the blanket around up again and he looked up at the stars.

"You are really warm though, you should go inside," he whispered and I sighed.

"I-I'm good," I mutter and he nods as I rest my eyes.

Before I knew it someone was shaking my shoulders and I reluctantly opened my eyes.

"Good morning, it's about to be sunrise," the monotone voice said and I glared at him before cuddling back into his warm chest and closing my eyes.

"Tweek, c'mon if you want to sleep some more you can go inside," he said gently hit my leg.

I grunted and reluctantly sat up. I looked around, my vision slightly blurry, but it quickly adjusted.

I looked off to the back of the house I saw the sun Rising and I couldn't help but stare.

I've seen so many sunrises, but this one has to be the best. The slight colors of purple, pink, orange, yellow, and blue colored the sky beautifully with fluffy looking clouds that floated across made it look perfect.

If you looked close enough you could still see a few stars and I watched them disappear as the sun rose.

"The second best view in South Park," I heard Craig say behind me and I looked at him.

He had a small smile on his face that I don't think he was aware of and I gave him a weak smile before trying to stand up.

"Damn..." I mutter as I try to regain balance.

It has been over a week since I slept last, at least for more than fifteen.

"You aren't a morning person are you?" Craig asked and I shrugged.

"I guess y-you could say th-that," I say barely above a whisper before coughing.

Craig patted my back as I coughed and when I stopped I realized I was practically holding onto him to keep my balance.

I let go quickly and I rub my eyes before coughing slightly.

"C'mere, I'll help you get down from the roof and back into your room. Get on my back," Craig said and I shook my head.

"I-I'm fine," I mutter, walking towards the Branch that I climbed on.

I jumped and Barely caught it and pulled myself up. I started to lazily climb down, which wasn't easy because my grip was weak and my head felt like it was spinning.

I climbed down to my window and jumped onto it so I was holding onto the ledge. I tried to pull myself up but before I knew what was happening my hands lost their grip completely and I started to fall.

I closed my eyes and waited to hit the ground, but I didn't, instead, I landed in a pair of arms that held onto me tightly.

"I told you to let me Carry you," he muttered and I looked up and glared at him before trying to get out of his arms.

He kept his Grip but dropped my legs to feel my forehead.

"It's gotten worse," he said before scooping up my legs and I sigh.

"I-I'm a human h-heater, I get w-warmer the c-colder it gets," I tell him, but he doesn't let me down and instead he carries me into the house through the front door and placed me on the couch before taking the blanket he had put around his neck and covered me with it.

"Sleep, we'll talk when you wake up," he says, brushing hair out of my face and giving me a half smile, again, probably unintentional.

I felt cold without him by my side, he produced a heat that the couch and blanket just didn't do so I tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable, but I felt cold.

He came downstairs awhile later after making sure the other three were still asleep and noticed me shaking more than normal.

"You okay?" he asked, sitting on the couch and touching my forehead.

"C-Cold," I mutter and he sighs before getting up, but I weakly grab his sleeve and look at him with pleading eyes.

Okay, I have never really been sick, nor have I ever really slept, so why the fuck am I sick and sleeping here. This town is fucking weird.

Craig got the message and laid down next to me and as if I wasn't in control of my body I cuddled up to him and took in the warmth he was giving off and closed my eyes.

I'm fucking terrified as to why I am comfortable around someone who probably wants to kill, rape, kidnap, or all of the above to me.

I feel myself slowly drift off into a sleep despite my entire mindset telling me not to; I guess my body just fucking hates me.