The boxer and the racer (creek)

YOU PRICK! (Craig)

WORD COUNT: 772
A/N: I'm ass at writing angst and sorry short chapter!!!!!

Tweek just ran out of the apartment and my 'rage' came crashing down like a waterfall. Kenny came out of my room still holding the gun. Tears filled my eyes.

"Great. You did great." He looked to me. "Now where did he go? I want to be the one to comfort him."

"Bebe's house I think." I whimpered.

"Thank you Craig Tucker, you are a great help."

Kenny left the apartment hiding the gun in his parka in one swift motion. When he closed the door behind him I opened up my phone. 20 messages from Bebe.

Whore: as soon as Tweek falls asleep your dead Tucker. Fucking dead.

I gulped, she got lessons from Tweek. As if on que a heard banging on my door.

"TUCKER OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" She yelled. I opened it and looked at her. Tears stained my cheeks and she slapped me across the face.

"How fucking dare you do that to tweek. He was the love of your life. You just broke him beyond repair. I HATE YOU CRAIG TUCKER! I hope you suffer in agony and pain and all that's bad! I HATE YOU." She slapped me again. I didn't move. I deserved it.

After what I said to Tweek all I could utter out was a "sorry."

"IS THAT ALL YOU FUCKING HAVE TO SAY? I WONT LET HIM GO CRAWLING BACK TO YOU THIS TIME, YOU HURT HIM SO BADLY ALL HE HAS DONE FOR THE PAST TWO HOURS IS SIT IN MY BED WATCHING ROMCOMS EATING ICECREAM CRYING. You are a horrible person." She huffed. "LEADING HIM ON LIKE THAT? COULDNT YOU FIGURE OUT WHETHER YOU WERE GAY OR NOT BEFORE CRUSHING A POOR BOYS SOUL?" She continued to yell at me for ages until her voice started going stratchy. It's okay I deserve it.

"Tell him I'm sorry." I whispered. She rolled her eyes.

"You tell him that you, prick."

"I can't, he will literally kill me."

She slapped me again, harder this time. "Should of that of that before hand. Fuck you Tucker."

I stood there, numb. When Tweek was gone with the girls, Kenny had come over and threatened to kill me if I didn't break Tweek and break up with him. He had a gun and everything. He heard the whole fight.

"I'm also here to pick up some of Tweek's shit. I don't want to ever see you again. I hope you rot in hell."

She walked to the back room, her heels clicking on the floor. I stood looking at the floor, my face stung and tears clung to my eyelashes.

She came back about 15 minutes later with a cardboard box. I looked inside briefly. A coffee mug, some plastic bags with drugs and shit inside. A framed photo of me and him that was now smashed to bits. Pictures, so many pictures. Little things I had gotten him over the years we had lived together. All in a box, all to be thrown out.

My chest was heaving and I sank to the floor. Bebe stood in front of me, I could see her red heels stop in front of my face.

I looked up at her, absolutely no pity was on her face, just rage and disgust.

Her nails twinkled in the light of the kitchen as she held tighter to the box. "Your lucky Tweek was inlove with you, or I would have killed you at the first sign of something rotten. Fuck you Tucker."

I had a few more encounters like this, once with Wendy, once with Kyle, once with Clyde, my own best friend. If they knew what was going on.

Let me list the people that called me a horrible person, Bebe, Kyle, Clyde, Wendy. My chest hurts. But I bet Tweek hurts even more.

I moved along the floor, the only words that stuck with me were Kyle's and Bebe's. Kyle sounded disappointed in me. "I thought you were better than that." And "you were lucky he was inlove with you."

I never really minded his smoking or being high, if I was with him I was happy. I had to lie, to selfishly keep my life. I was happy and I just fucked it all up.

It pained me to see the expressions on his face as I screamed at him. A little voice in my head yelled at me to stop and just let myself be killed to say "I love you" to Tweek one last time.