Not a Fairytale/ You Can't Hide Forever

Coming Out [1]

*Craigs pov*

          I was walking home from school, I had a bruised and slightly bloody cheek, and a dislocated shoulder. In my opinion, I got off easy. Today at school has been absolute hell, like it is everyday. I took a deep breath. Ever since I had come out two years ago, I'd been getting bullied. I wish I had never come out, but I can't change the past now.

I just wanted to get home quickly, and get away from everyone else. I was approaching the steps to my house when I realized something. I hadn't seen Tweek since final period. My mind started filling with the worst thoughts possible.
"Fuck." I mumbled, and I dropped my bag at my door step and ran to the school.

Tweak Tweak was my boyfriend, and best friend. I loved him more than I loved anyone. He got bullied too, so I was always looking out for him, and he'd do the same for me. Without him, I would've killed myself a while ago.

As I got close to the school I heard a scream.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." I mumbled more as I headed to the back, where the screams were coming from. When I turned the corner, I saw the exact thing I didn't want to. It was Tweek, being held back by his arms by two boys. Kyle Broflovski and Stan Marsh. Then I saw a much larger boy in front of them both cracking his knuckles, he looked ready to kill. That was Eric Cartman, those other two were just his little minions. I also saw a few others watching the scene go down, some male, some female.

Tweek looked pretty beat up as it was, he was already bleeding from his nose and had a black eye, with a ripped shirt.
"Dammit Cartman, hurry up so we can leave!" Complained one of the boys holding Tweek, also known as Kyle.
"Quiet Jew boy!" Cartman spat back. Then stepped closer to Tweek, who was shaking.
"Oh sweet Jesus no!" He cried.

That was it.

Without thinking I ran to the boys and right before Cartman punched Tweek, I grabbed his arm and yanked it back. He looked surprised because he clearly hadn't seen me there.
"Hey! What the fuck dude!?" He yelled, but he turned and saw me. "Oh, it's you." He scowled. Panic shot through me. I glanced at Tweek, his hazel eyes meet my blue ones for a second before parting. I looked back at Eric. He had light brown evil eyes.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size." I said in a monotone voice. even though I was freaking out inside. He smirked.
"You asked for this fag." Cartman said, then threw a punch at me with enough force to knock me over. I yelped as I fell, landing on my already dislocated shoulder. I head Stan and Kyle laugh, and when I looked over at them, they had let go of Tweek. Yes.

Cartman kicked me in the stomach. I grunted, he almost knocked the wind out of me.
"TWEEK! RUN!" I yelled. The others looked at Tweek, he look scared. Please run Tweek. He looked at me, my eyes pleaded for him to go. Stan went to grab him, but Tweek took off after that.
"Crap, dude he's gone." Stan said, looking back at me Kyle.
"Oh well, the Tucker boy is still here." Kyle replied looking at me. Cartman smiled at me.
"For letting your faggy boyfriend leave, your going to die." He whispered.
"Don't call him a fag you pussy." I said. Damn, why the hell did I talk back?
"Of fuck no!" He yelled, and grabbed my shirt, and punching my face at least five times. I fell back and he kicked my stomach more, I could hardly breath now.

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After a session of more brutal beatings, from not only Cartman, but Stan and Kyle too, them and the rest of the crowd left. Once I was sure they were gone, I stood up. My face was covered in blood, and my arm hurt a lot worse. But that was insignificant to me now, all I was worried about was Tweek.

I was going to go to his house, hopefully his parents weren't home. And when I got there, I realized they luckily weren't. I knocked on the door. I knew Tweek was inside, but it took him a while to answer. When he opened the door his face practically lit up. Currently, his face had dried tears and it was red, indicating that he he'd been crying.
"C- Craig!" He yelled happily hugging me.
"Are you ok?" I asked, but he didn't respond.
"I'm so sorry." I realized he had started crying again. I got a confused look on my face.
"Why?"
"They beat you up- GAH- b-because of m-me!" He yelled and cried into my chest.
"Tweek that was my choice."
"I j-just wish that -ngh- I could've helped you." I ran my hand through his light blonde hair, and kissed his head.
"Tweek, it's ok... I wanted to help you. I would die for you, because if anything happened to you, then I would want to die..."
"Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"I l-love you."
"I love you too..."
"Wanna sp- spend the -gah- night? My parents are going to be gone for a while." I smiled and pulled out of the hug.
"Sure. Let's go get cleaned up." Tweek nodded and I entered his house, shutting the door behind me.

Hey y'all, so I think this is actually going to be a good story :) and plz have a lovely day.