Sometimes Love is Fate, Fate is Always Cruel

Chapter Three

The rotten smell and the crawling maggots was what Tweek's green eyes had fluttered open to. He couldn't see because it was so dark, terror seizing him he couldn't move. He knew where he was and it made his skin crawl. After what seemed like hours, he let out an ear piercing scream. He struggled to get out but to no avail, the top was too heavy for him. He cried out, pleading for help. And it seemed to go unheard. That was until there were worried shouts, the next thing Tweek knew the dumpster lid was thrown upward and hands grabbed him, pulling him out.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" A someone melodic voice said in worry as two strong males pulled Tweek out. Tweek saw the familiar color schemes and he nearly choked from embarrassment. It was Stan Marsh's group. The captain football player dusted Tweek off, anger making his blood boil. He knew who did this, everyone did. However, no one ever did anything. Kenny was the first to speak directly to Tweek. And he asked for confirmation.

"Tweek." He said softly, yet sternly. Kenny knew how to handle hysterical people. He was good with people in general. The sobbing blonde before him hiccuped in reply. "Did Craig do this to you?" He asked. Tweek couldn't form words, all he could do was nod.

"Oh hamburgers! Tweek!!" Butters called running out of the building over to his friend, he was carrying Tweek's backpack which had been tossed carelessly aside in the previous struggle.  Kenny stepped aside, Butters was the only true person Tweek had grown to trust. "Oh...what have they done to you. H-here, I-I'll help you home." Butters seemed nervous, he was worried. He glanced at Kenny who nodded. The two exchanging words with their looks. Kyle, Stan, and Cartman all took this as their moment to leave. They knew that Tweek would get freaked out. So they left Kenny to escort the two smaller males.

Tweek allowed Butters to take him home, he had managed to stop crying but had to fight the bile rising into his throat, the acid burning each time. He was mentally fragile, he had breakdowns, but he was trying to keep himself together right now. For Butters, he knew how Butters was. And more than likely Butters was blaming himself right now. He often did that. And that was the one trait about Butters that pissed the coffee addict off. Once reaching Tweek's house, Kenny bid them goodbye and headed home.

"A-are you sure Tweek? I really don't mind stayin' with ya." Butters said softly, Tweek only shook his head. He twitched violently.

"I-I want to be alone r-rig-AGH-right now..." Tweek said, nearly pushing the other out. He closed the door and locked it, along with the many safety chains. You could never be too careful. As Tweek headed to the bathroom, the thought of earlier events made bile rise to his throat all over again. And this time, he let it come up.