Not a Fairytale/ You Can't Hide Forever

The Disappointment [7]

*Tweeks pov*

"B-bye Craig!" I yelled, and ran away from him, all the way down to my parents shop. I was supposed to be working, but forgot. So that's where I was headed.

I burst through the door and came in as fast as I could.
"Hi mom hi dad! S-sorry I'm -gah-! Late!" I cried as I went behind the counter and put on an apron. My dad come out from the back and saw me. He simply rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was doing.

I sighed. It seemed like everyone was disappointed in me. I don't blame them. When my parents had a kid they probably expected a popular, pretty, buff, kid who would have time to help them out, balance school, and a relationship with a girlfriend. But no. I was ugly, scrawny, bullied, skipped school, and will never have a girlfriend. I'm also a spaz. Yup... I'm just what they wanted.

I got out a rag and started to wash the counter. My parents didn't like me waiting tables anymore, and I didn't either, so I really didn't mind staying behind the counter.

I remember the days, back in elementary, when I would come I here and smell coffee beans and feel so safe. The smell made me feel loved, welcome. I remember seeing my dad and mom work happily, rushing around the shop making sure things were all in place. I would help them, and we'd work together as a family. I'd drink the coffee, I would smile at the taste.

But now...

I come in the shop, and feel scared, unloved, and worried. When I see my mom and dad, they look happy, but they see me and there eyes fall. Depression filling them, I wish I didn't care about what they thought of me. I still smelled the coffee beans, the smell that once brought me joy, now brings me fear. I drink coffee now, not because of the taste, but because I have to, I'm addicted. The taste just tastes to bitter now, just like my life. Bitter.

Things really have changed, I just wondered how I got from that happy little kid with bright blonde hair who laughed, to... this...

My thoughts killed me more than my razor could. It got me thinking about Craig. I wish he were here right now, he knew how to make me feel better...

I watched people go in and out of the shop. I watched my mom take orders and run around, I just sat here. But then something caught my eye. More like someone. Bleach blonde hair that hung well past their shoulders, big brown eyes. It was Bebe! Why was she here?! And wait! Why was she coming over to me?! To much pressure.
"Hey Tweek." She said plainly, but there was an emptiness in her voice,
"B-Bebe!" I yelled.
"Yeah?" She asked confused.
"Whyareyoutalkingtome!?" I asked so quickly that I tripped up on my words.
"Look I just want to order, ok?" She sounded rushed and her words sounded sharp, like she was mad at someone. 
"O-ok..." my voice suddenly sounded small. Bebe shook her head and ran a hand through her curly hair.
"I'm sorry... I'm just in edge right now."  I stood it complete shock. Bebe Stevens was apologizing to me?
"It's f-fine!" I said louder than I intended it to. People started to look at me and Bebe, she looked a little embarrassed. I assumed I had turned red.
"Can I just have a small coffee with sugar?" I nodded and sped off to the other room to make the coffee.

Bebe was acting strange, but all I had do to was make the coffee. That's it. When I finally finished, my mom was busy, which meant I had to go up to Bebe and give it to her myself.

I slowly made my way to her. And was about to hand it to her. She smiled and held out her hand to grab it. I started shaking, oh god, not now. My hand shook violently.
"Gah!" I yelled, right before dropping the coffee all over Bebe. She yelled and stood up quickly. I jumped back.
"Bebe! Gah! I'm -ngh- so s-sorry!" By now people were staring at us.

I was the center of attention and couldn't handle all the pressure. Now it wasn't just my hand shaking, it was my leg, both my arms, and my eyes and neck kept jerking. I was about to have a panic attack.
"Tweek what's going on?!" Called my father form the other room. He then entered and saw me and Bebe. He knew what was about to happen, and he grabbed me and shoved me to the back of the coffee shop.

Bebe however was frozen in her place, shocked and embarrassed. That was the last I saw if her before I was I was dragged out of the room.

After I was in the back, I started hyperventilating, but my dad handed me a bag and I breathed into it. Slowly my breathing calmed and I took the paper bag away from my face.
"Tweek what happened?" My dad finally asked.
"I GAH! Spilt coffee on Bebe!" I yelled. My dad frowned and looked disappointed.
"I knew I couldn't trust you to do this job."
"But I didn't mean too!"
"That doesn't make a difference. See, this is why we are sending you to that camp."
"I don't want to -GAH- go to that camp!"
"Well Tweek you don't have a choice."
"But dad-!"
"No buts."
"It's just a stupid camp that makes kids want to kill themselves! Is that what you want! I'm never going to change! Not for you, not for mom, not for anyone! And I'd rather be dead then go to that fucking camp! Do you want me to die?!" I took a deep breath after my outburst. I don't know where any of that came from, I just was so mad and couldn't control what I said.

My dad looked at me directly in my eyes.
"Well at least then you wouldn't be a disappointment." He then walked away and I was left alone with his words, his haunting words.

"Do you want me to die?!"
"Well at least then you wouldn't be a disappointment."

And that's what I fellasleep hearing, ringing over and over again in my head.