I Just Cant Stop (A Creek FanFic)

|Chapter 15|

|Craig's P.O.V|

I was staring blankly at a wall for what seemed to be half an hour, why? because i was waiting for Tweek's fucking dad in the police station. His dad!, Kenny walked out the room and told us he wanted to see Richard. The guy almost died because of him I had no idea why he wanted to see him. Butters had to go home because his parents we're gonna kill him and Kenny stayed with me, his parents didn't really care where he was. Nor did mine because I was living alone.

"Why did he want to see his dad? The bastard tried to kill him." I said turning away from the wall to look at the boy in the orange parka.

"Dude I don't know, he never told me a reason." He responded. "Man...If I was in that position I wouldn't want to see my dad, like ever."

"I don't get it." I knitted my brows together. "Where's his mom?"

"I couldn't tell ya, I don't even know if she's even still in South Park, it kinda explains why the coffee shop suddenly was shut down, maybe they had a fight?" He suggested.

It didn't make sense, non of it did. Richard and Mrs Tweak loved each other, everytime I came over they were together, nothing was wrong with the Tweaks family but the addiction to coffee. So what the hell happened?.

I turned at the noise of foosteps approching, Mr Tweek stood in between two officers,handcuffed. He looked horrible, he should feel horrible after what he did to Tweek, I could never forgive him.

He hung is head low, in regret almost. I shook my head standing up. "C'mon... Tweek wasn't too see you, I don't want to keep him waiting."

Why?

|Tweek's P.O.V|

"No." I refused again, I didn't want to eat, I had trouble trusting hospital foods but the nurses were trying to force me because they said 'i need to'.

I felt fine, my ribs still hurt as well as my head but other than that I felt  alright, my breath was a little heavy and hard but I could still breathe.

The nurse gave a sigh on defeat,"Okay, I can't keep forcing you." She said giving up and taking the tray. "Also the doctor has planned for therapy sessions, the man will be in tomorrow to talk."

I gave a frown, I didn't need to talk to anyone, I'm fine. I hate therapy. I sighed as the nurse walked away, leaving me to my thoughts. I was thinking about my mom, what she said to me, her words. It was the reason why I wanted to see my dad after Kenny asking who else I would like to come in and visit.

I wanted to see him, to apolagise to him. She was right, it wasn't his fault, he was broken and he was upset, he loved her, adored her, cared for her. I know people will find me crazy after wanting to see him especially after that whole situation. He almost killed me but if he didn't I wouldn't of had that 'dream', I wouldn't of seen mom.

Everything fell apart because of me. I realized I was still griefing over her and I pushed everyone away because I couldn't handle it, the group had broken up because I wasn't there, I wasn't there for them, it was me that broke the promise, it was all me. 

"Tweek you have a visitor."

I was pulled out my thoughts and turned my head towards the door, it was just the man I wanted to see. My heart was beating quickly out my chest but I wasn't scared, there was no reason to be, not anymore. Instead I smiled, it was small but it was still a smile.

I noticed he had hand cuffs around his wrist, I just reminded me of my cuts, the times I slit them thinking it wasn't going to cause damage, me thinking it was all going to be okay, the times where I felt hurt because I got hit by him, where I got bruised, abused. They weren't cuts anymore, nope, they were battle scars, to show myself how strong I was at one part of my life, to show me that it's all over and I wasn't doing it again. It was going to take time to heal but I know I can do it with some help from friends and even Richard. He'll be kept in jail, and I'll be left alone but I'm not really alone. I felt better knowing my mother was here always, not physically but mentally, I had Craig, Pete, Kenny, Butters and many others.  I have to go back to the way it used to be. With Clyde and Token and Craig, I have to go through with telling the goths that...I do enjoy their company but that's it for me, I can't keep going with being depressed not now, not ever.

The man walked over to me, I didn't flinch like I used to, I wasn't frightened, however shockingly I received a akward hug, then I heard him sob. My heart broke, hearing my dad cry like this. I wrapped my arms around him, it was a little akward but I managed.

"I-Its okay Dad..." I whispered gently, I teared up, the hug meant so much too me, yes he smelled like alcohol still but I just pushed that away and focused on the feeling the hug was bringing me. It was like...he was guitly...he was scared, and he was upset.

I know he didn't mean it, I wasn't blaming him anymore, mother opened my eyes to really see what was going on, he was broken in so many ways mentally and physically. He lost... everything and he almost lost me. I was going to leave him alone, by himself, with no one to be there for him.

To love him.

Well...it's safe to say.

I still and always will love my father.