The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 20: The Unimaginable

To be honest, I didn't care about myself anymore. I didn't care about what would happen to me if everyone had found out. I didn't care if people would be grossed out, call me names, beat me up or even kill me. I just wanted out. Not only from the closet, but from the hell I had been living. So why was I still doing this? Why wouldn't I just give up?

Because of Craig, that's why.

I might not have cared about my reputation anymore, but I knew that when it came to this, Craig cared a lot about his.

He'd never admit it, but he was scared. Scared for people to know the truth. And I didn't blame him. Why would he want anyone to figure out that he had liked me anyways? I wasn't anything special. But if keeping quiet meant that I got to have him in some way or another, then I did it. Like I said, I'd do anything for Craig, and I'd do anything to have him.

So here I was, out in the blistering cold night, heading over to Cartman's house so that he wouldn't of used the picture against us if I hadn't shown up. Out of all the nights he could have wanted me to come over, it just had to be on the night that Stripe was nearing the end of his life, and I had to leave Craig all alone to deal with it all by himself. At that moment, there wasn't a person in the world that I had hated more than Eric Cartman.

As I rounded the corner that lead to Cartman's street, I could see his lawn where his mom's car was parked, clearly missing the driveway and knocking over trash cans. The lights in the car had still been on, and the driver's side door was open. Cartman was standing beside the driver seat, leaning in.

What's going on?

I squinted my eyes, trying to see what was happening as I began to walk faster. The closer I got, the more I could hear Cartman crying, and another voice too.

"Cartman?"

I could hear coughing and hard gasps coming from inside of the car.

"Cartman!" I yelled as I bolted into the yard.

He whipped his head around to look at me. His face had been full of panic and terror.

What the hell?

"Tweek...help me," he cried as he held out his open palms to me. They were covered with blood and the ends of his sleeves were drenched from it. And there sitting inside of the car, was Liane. Her face was layered in bruises and cuts, her forehead was busted open, and she was holding onto her stomach as she sat in a pool of blood, whining in pain.

"Oh....oh my god.."

I ran past Cartman and bent down inside of the car to see what exactly had happened.

"Hey Ms. Cartman," I said as I grabbed ahold of her hands. "It's o-okay...I'm here to h-help..."

"Hey sweetie," she said as she smiled at me and allowed me to move her hands away from herself.

I gasped in shock and disgust when I saw that her shirt had been halfway ripped open, and that she had been stabbed multiple times in her abdomen and near her rib cage. She was pouring blood uncontrollably and it was leaking down the seat and out of the car, dripping into the snowy grass.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!

Cartman crouched down beside me, only for me to shove him away.