Hidden Pain That Will Always Remain Unseen (A Creek angst story)

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Morning light has shown onto Tweek's windowsill, but Tweek wasn't there, only me. Since Tweek wasn't here, I definitely fucked up. I quickly got out of bed and ran to my bag and pulled out my phone and saw new texts from my sister.

T– When are you coming home? Mom and Dad are fighting again and Dad threw a glass bottle at my face, I'm okay I just want you back home...

T– Craig come home, please! Dad just knocked Mom unconscious, and he's looking for me... Please save me...

I immediately texted her back.

(Me)– I'm coming back home, just hang on, can you do that for me?

T– Yeah. I'm hiding.

(Me)– Okay just stay where you are. Okay?

T– Yeah.

I put my phone back in my bag, threw my bag over my shoulder, and ran out the door before Mrs. Tweak could ask me something. My adrenaline was going faster than the speed of light. I kept on praying that Tish would be safe.

Ten minutes later...

I threw open the door and saw everything covered in blood, and Mom's unconscious body lying on the ground, her golden hair was on her face and the floor was being dyed red because of the blood, and her eyes were closed. "M-Mom?" I stuttered. Tears started to form in my eyes. I quickly realized that the other person I had to check on, was my sister. I heard water running which meant dad was about to either clean up the mess or just leave the house. I quietly tip-toed to my room. I opened the door and saw bloody footprints walking along the bedroom floor, suddenly I heard footsteps walking out of the hallway, I immediately hid under the bed where there was a secret trapdoor that neither of my parents knew about.
I opened the hatch and crawled in, closing the hatch behind me. Suddenly I heard crying and I immediately started to crawl towards the noise and that's when I saw Tish, panicking while calling someone. Tish looked in my direction and immediately crawled toward me and hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad you're here, Dad came in a few minutes ago, the bedroom I mean..." Tish whispered. "I'm happy you're alive, Tish. Who were you calling, by the way." I asked. "Ike," Tish replied pulling out her phone showing a concerned Ike, "you know, Kyle's brother?"
"Yeah, I know him. Hey, Ike." I said. "Hi, Craig," Ike said. "And I can get half of what Tish is saying she's saying something about abuse and bottle throwing, comprehend?"
"Okay so my dad was abusing both my sister and mother, he threw a glass bottle at Tish's face she claims that she's okay, and he's possibly looking for us.." I answered. "Okay, so do you want me to call the cops?" Ike asked. "That'd be greatly appreciated," I said, giving him a sad smile.

After a few minutes, we heard the bedroom door open. "God damnit!" my father cursed. "Where the fuck are those useless brats?"
I could hear Ike running towards Kyle's room and opening the door. "I swear to God if they are at anyone's house I'm going to kill them!" my father shouted. "Especially Craig."
"Kyle! Kyle!" Ike said. But I didn't pay attention to the rest of the things Ike was telling Kyle, I was more focused on how we'll ever get out of here. "Hold on I want to speak to Craig." a new voice from the phone said. "Craig, you there?"
"Yes," I whispered. "What do you want?"
"Ike told me to call the cops and before I do, I need a good reason," Kyle said. I told him everything and the next thing I heard was the phone hanging up.

"Maybe his phone died?" Tish tried. "Not at a good time though."
"Or he's calling the cops and hung up on us," I said. "Let's just hope that someone comes.."
"Wait can't you just ask your boyfriend to come and save us?" Tish asked. "He's not my boyfriend," I said, sounding a bit annoyed. "But I could try."

(Me)– Tweek, I know you're mad at me,
but I need you to do me a favor.

T– Yeah! No shit I'm mad at you!
You broke a promise! But what is
it?

(Me)– Tish wanna you to just talk to me, I guess.

T– Well, ugh. Fine. But this doesn't
mean I'm not still pissed at you.

(Me)– I don't give two rat shit's that you're still mad.

That was a lie, but whatever.

T– You're an ass. What did Tish
want you to talk to me about
anyways?

(Me)– I know, but I'm not going to tell you.

T– Either tell me or tell Tish that I couldn't
give two fucks about what she wants.

(Me)– Okay, okay. Dad's abusing us and
we're hiding, Tish is trying to get ahold of
Kyle and our lives are possibly at risk.

T– Why don't you call the cops yourself?

(Me)– Dad deleted the cops' number so we
have no way of calling them.

T– Well that's not right. Wait, didn't you
say you were waiting on Kyle to call you
back?

(Me)– Yeah. So?

T– Well, cops are rushing to
where you are, I think.

(Me)– Wait?

T– Yeah there going right now.

(Me)– Okay thanks Tweek! I'll text you back!

T– Alright I'll be waiting for your
text back.

I turned off my phone and listened for sirens, but nothing yet. "Tish, stop for a sec, I'm trying to hear something," I whispered. "Okay," Tish said, turning off her phone. Then I heard it, police sirens going off. "Oh that son of a bitch!" my father cursed. "Sir, come out with your hands up, we have you surrounded." An officer said. I heard my father's footsteps walking outside. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used in court." The officer said. I pushed open the door and crawled out, and Tish followed. Tish closed the door behind me, and we both crawled out from under the bed. We exited the room and went out the front door. I saw Kyle and Ike together looking at the scene, Ike was giggling and Kyle was emotionless just staring at what was happening. I ran past my father who was screaming death threats at me and my sister. I looked at Kyle and said, "Hey, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for saving my ass."
"Hey, anytime man. Just be careful." Kyle said rolling his eyes. "Will do. And thank you, Ike." I said. "No problem!" Ike said, sounding very proud of himself.