Why Not Both?

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tweek could only smile a bit before sniffling and wiping his eyes. He didn't want them to see him this way. Kenny only knew about a small extension of the beatings and he didn't want to ruin their day. If the two of them were finally hanging out again and trying to be friends the way they had been, he didn't want to mess that up. He didn't know if he would've told them anyway right now. He didn't know what to do besides text them not to worry and sleep in this bed alone for a week to try and definitely fail to avoid his piece of shit father.

He moved with pain to the bathroom to try to shower away some of blood. He felt liked he'd done this so many times now. He was over it. He needed to get the fuck out of this house.

Group Text to My Boys ❤️:
I love you guys, too. Have fun.

Kenny and Craig were definitely worried, but they knew that Tweek probably didn't want to see them right then. They continued to hang out and check on Tweek every now and then. For some odd reason, though, Kenny seemed a bit tense and Craig could notice something was off. He seemed to keep avoiding certain places and just wasn't being himself. Craig eventually spoke up.

"Hey, Kenny. What's wrong?" Craig asked worriedly with a tiny gaze up to Kenny. The blonde had clearly glanced around nervously.

"What do you mean, Craig?" The taller boy asked with an almost convincing smile to anyone else.

"Why are you acting all weird?" Craig asked when he suddenly felt the blonde move against him, shaking a bit as he grabbed his arm. Kenny blushed and let go of him, escaping for a bit.

"I, um, I have to go to the restroom. I'll be back," Kenny told him, feeling sick from flashbacks he was getting. Plus, he didn't want to break down in front of Craig, but he soon realized that he'd fucked up by going off alone as he escaped into the stall. There were feet that patted after him, standing in front of his stall as Kenny cried and shook.

Tweek's mother came to his room, knocking on the door to pretend like he had any kind of privacy in this hell hole. She brought him chicken soup and the first aid kit as usual. She moved to him and went to trying to help her husband's mess.

"Again? I-you need to leave here before you can't anymore," his mother told him with a sad look. They had their big disagreements and they weren't really too close, but he at least preferred her. He wished he could be with his boyfriends to make him feel better and loved and happier. They'd all been so happy lately and he didn't want them to be ruined of their happiness like him. He honestly hoped the two had a great day without him.

After his mom had left, he took out a pocket knife he'd had for years now and put the knife to his wrists, feeling a bit better after the physical pain he could control. At least this was something he did to himself. He got dizzy when big drops of blood splattered on the floor. Oops, maybe he'd went a bit deeper than he'd meant, but whatever. He wasn't about to die. He sat down and stared at his bleeding arms. It was almost beautiful, the way the red was streaming down his thin, pale arm.

Craig realized that Kenny had been gone a while. He was actually starting to get worried. Maybe he was fine, but he wasn't sure so Craig walked to the bathroom that Kenny had walked into.

"Kenny?" Craig asked, suddenly hearing what sounded like fighting and Kenny telling someone to stop. Craig glared and literally kicked the stall door down that he heard the noise coming from it angrily. He hated what he saw, too. Some pervert had Kenny pinned to the wall, attempting to pull his jeans down. Thank god, Craig wasn't too late.

"What the hell? Go away, son. Give us some privacy," The man spoke with an attitude. Craig immediately grabbed the man by his shirt and threw him out of the stall, causing him to hurt his body a good amount. He glared at the man with a deadly gaze, clenching his teeth until he finally brought the man up to his feet to punch him harshly across the face.

"Don't you ever touch my fucking boyfriend again and don't ever come near him again unless you have a fucking death wish because I won't hesitate to kill you. Got it? Now get thefuck out!" Craig threw the man again, causing him to escape in fear. He panted heavily, wanting so much to beat that bastard until he bled to death. However, comforting Kenny was more important right now. Now that he'd got that asswipe away from him. He ran over to Kenny who was in hysterics.

"Kenny, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he? I'll kill him," Craig said, definitely a bit protectively. Kenny sniffled and quickly leaned in to hug Craig as he shook lightly.

"Thank you, Craig," he sobbed into Craig's warm chest. After a bit, Kenny tried smiling and attempted to tease Craig a bit. "Don't think that I will forget you calling me your boyfriend, th-though," Kenny laughed, tears still running down his cheeks. Craig blushed brightly. Did he say that? Fuck.

Tweek somehow managed to fall asleep into the bed after stealing some of his parents' straight vodka. He chugged way more of it than he probably should've and stupidly drunk texted the boyfriend chat again.

Group Text to My Boys ❤️:
I'm Sddddh I lcds you guys sand imma soddy for everting

After he got drunk he totally forgot about the blood all over his clothes, on the bed now, and all over his room, but he did fall asleep finally so whatever. He felt trapped and lonely and wanted to not be here. He honestly just wanted his boyfriends to come kidnap him and cuddle him forever. He just wished his boyfriends were here.

The minute Tweek texted Craig, the brunette made a worried face at it. He assumed he was obviously drunk. In any other situation, he might not be worried because people drink, but Tweek was different. He'd never known Tweek to get drunk on his own. The only times he thought Tweek drank at all were parties. This concerned him a lot as he reread his text over and over to even understand it.

Craig to: Honey 🍯
Are you okay, babe? I love you. Kenny would text back, but he's currently fallen asleep on me. He had a rough day. We can tell you about it later if he wants to. If you want to come over to my place, feel free to show up whenever, okay? I worry about you and I haven't gone to bed yet. ❤️

Craig blushed whenever he felt a certain blonde cuddle him as he slept. He couldn't help but hear him mumbling his name in his sleep. Fucking Kenny McCormick.