Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 13: The Recovery

I stayed for a total of three days at the hospital before they finally released me. I healed up rather quickly, and on my last day, they went ahead and gave me my next chemo treatment. I was hoping to spend my first day home since the attack relaxing, but I knew I would be spending it puking up my guts.

Tweek would sit with me and rub my back as I emptied my lunch from earlier today into a plastic trash can. Stan was in and out for most of the day with phone calls and packing my clothes in the car. It gave Tweek and me some time to talk about things.

"You ready to go home?" Tweek asked in a comforting tone.

I gave him a nod. "I miss the couch. Did they finish cleaning the floor?"

"No. The stains had set in, so Stan and I decided to replace it. I hated the color anyways. It's completely white now, so try not to bleed all over it again." He said with the faintest hint of a smile. His smile was so contagious.

"I'll keep that in mind." I slipped my hand into Tweek's and looked in his eyes. "Can we talk about it now?"

He looked confused by what I meant for a minute, but his shoulders slumped when he figured it out. "Stan came and apologized to me the same night everything happened, right before we heard the glass break. We admitted to each other that we had cheated on each other." He shook his head as he gazed into my eyes. "Oh, Craig, you should have seen him. He threw himself at me, begged me to hurt him, to force myself on him. All I could do was hold him while he cried on me."

My heart crumbled at the word cheated, like all the other night was to him was a fling, but I shook my head to clear the pang of heartbreak. It wasn't even really cheating, there was no sex.

"Tweek, are you seriously going to forgive him?"

"Of course, I am. Stan is stubborn and doesn't apologize very often over big things."

"He hurt you. Beat you, cut you. Raped you! He would do it all over again and wouldn't give two shits because he knows you'll forgive him, just like you're doing right now." I pulled his hand to my chest. "Tweek, you know I would never-"

He jerked his hand away, scoffing at me with hate in his eyes. "Bullshit, Craig. You already did, and it scarred me for life. Even to this day, certain things still send me into panic attacks."

I stared at him, hoping his eyes would soften, and he'd hug me or touch me. They didn't, and they held the same disgust the entire time. My heart broke; I was losing him all over again.

"Tweek, please reconsider. I don't want you to get hurt."

He stood up and looked away. "I can take care of myself."

I scoffed, sitting up and pushing myself to my feet. I held onto the bed to stabilize myself, and for a second, I thought Tweek had given me a worried stare, but it disappeared almost as soon as I saw it.

"Since when?" I said. "Up until we broke up, I was always the one saving your hide. I got suspended every time someone tried to hurt you, and I stepped in to protect you. You were weak, scared, and I was always the one that had to put you back together. I still am."

He gritted his teeth as tears poured down his face. "Fuck you, Craig." He stormed out of the room and down the hallway towards the public restrooms.