You Fag!

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Creek's Pov:

Not again. I feel him kick my ribs over and over until he grabs my shirts and punches me in the face several times. "That's what you get for being a gay fag Tweek!" Thats the last thing I hear from Stan before I black out.

~Time skip~

My eyes blink open a couple times. Everything is cold and numb. I manage to find my way home limping. When I get home I open thw door meekly and see a plate on the table with a note: "Hi honey, Craig called us and told us you were at his place for a while. Please eat when you get home! Love You!~ mom"

I smile and my moms kindness but I'm far from hungry. I crawl my way upstairs and try and get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as bad.

~Time skip again sorry~

I hear my alarm go off and limp my ay to the bathroom. I tiredly look in the mirror and I have several  bruises on my arms and stomach and on my face. I'll have to come up with an excuse for this. I get dressed and quickly make it down stair. I bolt of the door without a word and try and make it to school quickly however it hurts to walk so I physically can't go any faster. I zone out for a while but I snap back to reality when I see someone wearing and elephant ear hat in my peripheral vision. No I can't let Craig see me like this. Then he'll know for sure I was lying. I have to hide.

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