tear me apart ~ creek ~ South Park

.prey.

"It all hurts just the same, something is wrong. I can't explain, everything changed when the birds came. You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early"

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"prey" ~ the neighbourhood

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⚠️triggers⚠️
❗️parental neglect❗️
❗️bullying❗️
❗️smoking ❗️
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"So... Tweek."

Tweeks eyes immediately shot up to  meet his mother's, she had a scowl painted onto her  face. "Y-yes?" he replied, his voice shook with anticipation. He expected his parents to forget about his wrong doings but he could remember that look from all the other times his mother knew something bad he did. Mrs. Tweak cleared her throat, "Your teacher called, you have 2 days detention. I thought you were better than this." His mother's cold voice slowly spoke out, every syllable made Tweeks heart beat faster. His hand gripped the warm coffee thermos tighter. His eyes still focused on the lady in front of him. "Your dad is going to be very mad when I tell him." Tweeks mother's calm, monotone voice had a sinister intention behind it as she placed the blackmail on the table. The piece of paper laid beside her on the table next to the plates. Tweek squirmed in his seat, he knew when his father came down the steps he would be in big trouble. Tweek and his mother held their thoughts in although they stared at each other like wild animals attempting to catch the first move the other made. "Please." The blonde boy spoke up, desperation lingered in his voice. "You've been a bad son. This is for the best" his mother replied, she had no guilt in her voice or on her face, it was as solid as a brick. It almost reminded Tweek of Craig. The violence behind the blank stares he gives everyone. Tweek was practically twitching to the edge of his seat. The quiet aroma of the room raised tensions higher. Static filled his ears but his panicking thoughts became so loud he felt trapped in his chair. Suddenly, the boy heard his grim reaper. He prayed his mom wouldn't tell his dad but she had no sympathy. The sound of the shoes clacking on the  stairs were enough to give Tweek a heart attack. The stair creaks became louder the closer his father got. "Mom." The boy mouthed, his eye bags and bruises added to the weakness his voice strained out. The dirty blonde haired woman's eyes ignored Tweek and darted to see her husband. "Good morning." The low husky voice greeted. Tweek jumped in his chair when his father sat down beside his mother, she was practically pulling the trigger for the shit storm coming. "I think I should bring this up to you, our son has been misbehaving A LOT. It's quite a shame I thought he was doing so well." Mrs. Tweak snitched, her voice was laced with kindness and gentleness but under it all was a mission. A mission to torture Tweek at his lowest. The young boy dropped his fork into his place. "A-agh.." his subconscious whined. "What have you done this time?" Richard questioned throwing blame to the young boy. His eyes were filled with anger as he directly stared into Tweeks emerald eyes. "N-NOTHING!" Tweek breathed out practically choking himself as he rammed his shoes into the floor pushing himself out of the chair. His parents watched, unfazed at most. "I-Im going to school! G-Good bye!" Tweeks words were too jumbled together for anyone to make out what he said but in his mind he was as clear as day. The boy ran out the door with his bag wearing his classic green, messily buttoned shirt, and blue jeans. He didn't stop at all, he just kept running.

"What will we do about his misconduct?" Richard asked. He simply ate his food at the table slowly as if nothing happened.

"No electronics?" The wife suggested.  "No, you know what, no more coffee. That shit fucks him up no wonder he's a spazz." Richard decided.