You Don't Mean It ||Staig||

||Part Seven||

TW: Claustrophobic spaces, Rape, Unwanted touching, Drugs, Cigarettes, Smoking, Cursing 

Please do not read if any of this makes you triggered or uncomfortable!

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Craig woke up to a gentle morning instead of a chaotic one. He had thought about Stan ever since he had left him at the window. He worried for him if he was being honest. He didn't think Stan had a very safe home life either. The way that girl treated him was awful... 

Craig only hoped that he was okay. He stared up at his ceiling, the sun shining out against his face through the window. He yawned and slowly got up from his bed. He kicked a few dirty clothes out of his way and wandered over to his Guinea pig, Stripe. 

He gave Stripe some hay and wiggled his finger in through the cage. He felt himself smiling a little bit as Stripe snuggled up against his finger. He loved that old Guinea pig. 

He grabbed his blue hat and opened up his door, making sure to shut it securely. Craig wandered past his annoying sister's room and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and switched the light on. He looked over at himself in the mirror. 

Craig's face light up a bright red as his green eyes wandered against the small pink band aid Stan had given him. He was interesting that boy.

Why would he care for my tiny scratch over himself? He was clearly in pain yet... he put all of that aside... just for me. 

Craig sighed, feeling himself getting worked up and overwhelmed. He raised his hand up to the band aid with the intention of ripping it off but he stopped himself. It was something Stan had done for him and he wasn't going to throw it away like it was nothing, not now anyways. 

Craig did whatever it is that you do in a bathroom and walked out. His hair still looked messy even though he had brushed through it about five times. It didn't matter though, his hat covered up most of his bed head. 

Craig trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. He passed his tired looking 'mother' and grabbed some bread from a basket on top of the counter. His mother stared at him in a judging sort of way. 

"You can't just eat bread for breakfast." She said, nagging him. Craig glared over at her as he stuffed the slice of bread into his mouth. 

"Watch me." He said. His speech was muffled due to the whole slice he'd taken in. Craig flipped his mom off and walked out of the door. Laura stared after him, wondering where he would go so early. It wasn't like he had any friends. Maybe a girlfriend...? 

Craig stormed out of the house. It was cold outside, his face quickly became red. He didn't know where he was going either. Probably back to Stan's house. But he really didn't wanna bother him again and walk in on something he shouldn't have. 

Craig wandered over to the garage. He picked up a beaten looking skate board off the side of the garage door and placed it down against the concrete. Wherever he was going to day, he was going to skate. 

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Wendy and Red had finally gotten out of the hospital. Wendy had cried and cried, begging and forcing Red to promise her that she would never do something like that again. 

"I promise Wen, I'm... I'm sorry." Red mumbled. She brought Wendy into her arms. Trying to comfort her as she cried. Both girls were very tired. Wendy had barely gotten a wink of sleep for the past two days, up all night worrying about her best friend. 

Stan hadn't texted her today which she thought was weird. They usually texted each other everyday just saying how they were 'okay' or 'good morning'. Wendy pulled away from Red as she wiped away her faint tears.