Saviour(Creek/Craig and Tweek)

Who Needs A Doctor?

Tweek's POV

I crawl up the stairs to my room in pain. I knew it was coming, but I didn't expect to get kicked there. Damn that hurt. My head falls on the edge of the bed. My knees kiss the floor as I try to get over the pain coming from my crotch. I feel tears well up, but hold them. 

"I'm not going to give the satisfaction of my tears," I think before painfully limping to the bathroom.

Putting on cold water, I fill the bathtub to three fourths of the way to the top. I step in slowly wincing as the heat leaves my bones. My crotch continues to torture me as I try to numb myself. Closing my eyes I try to relax into the water. I think of crashing waves devouring me, calling me into the depths of the sea's unending abyss. I open my eyes. Getting out of the tub I dry myself off and throw on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. I head to my haven, my sanctuary. The coffee machine.

Craig's POV

I've been researching for hours now. Countless hours spent trying to find information on Tweek. What I came up with isn't much, but it's something. Tweek's dad is the town drunkard. Constantly heavily drunk. Child Protective Services have gone to Tweek's 13 separate times. However, each time they arrive Tweek is nowhere to be seen and Tweek's dad is sober for once. That piece of shit is covering his tracks so that Tweek won't be taken to a loving home. That conniving son of a bitch. I should've taken the drugs from that strange dude. Oh well. I lean back from my desk and stretch in my chair. Heading downstairs I bump into my mom. 

"Craig, your father and I are going on a date. We'll be back in the morning, you know where the fridge and cooking supplies are," she informs before kissing the top of my head.

"I love you, bye. Don't set this place ablaze like your father did that one time."

She rushes out the door to the waiting car in a blur of crimson red.  I sigh before moving to the kitchen. A plate of still warm pasta covered with Alfredo sauce sits in my place at the table. That old bat left food for me. Grabbing a fork, I uncover the meal. I pick up a forkful and shove it in my mouth. Love you too you old bat.

Tweek's POV

I gulp down the coffee.  My throat burns as the coffee slithers down my throat. I grab an apple and take a bite. I savor the crunch of the apple before heading to my room. I hear a door slam and I know he's back. I lock my door and scuttle into my bed. My thermos of coffee, a mug, assorted candies, and my laptop lay before me. My phone sits beside me. I pull the blanket over my head and press play on Doctor Who. Banging on my door indicates that he had fireball whiskey. 

"COME OUT HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT," he slurred. 

I poured some coffee in my mug and took a handful of gummy worms. This was going to be a long night.

Hope you enjoyed that!Sweet mother of Mary that took forever to write. I think that was my longest chapter tbh. I did Tweek's POV  twice to give you a feel of the situation and how cruel his home is..... That's actually bullshit. I just really want to write about Tweek. I love Craig too, but this chapter didn't highlight the random, doing stupid stuff side of him that I love to write about. Don't worry though, next chapter will have a little more randomness and stupidity. Peace.✌