Educated Courage: A Kenny X OC Story(on Hiatus)

Crazed

Craig's POV

After Skye made spaghetti for Tricia and I, she left to take some over to Kenny. I tucked Tricia into bed and kissed her forehead, as I turned to leave, Tricia grabbed my wrist. 

    “Craig? I’m glad we all get along, I’m just really sad that dad only hits you guys, it's not fair.” Tricia spoke quietly so dad wouldn’t hear. I sat on the edge of her bed and for once, I smiled. She turned into such a sweet girl, before mom passed away she used to pull our hair and bite us, she’d flip us off every ten seconds and she would always tattle. She really changed, I guess we all have. I’ve always been one to not care about anything, that used to include my sisters, but the first time I saw dad hit Skye changed everything. Now, I cared about them more than I cared about myself,  I sighed and slightly chuckled. 

    “Tricia, Skye and I are glad dad doesn’t hit you. I know we both would take a million punches before we let him hit someone so innocent, now get some rest.” I once again kissed her forehead and closed the door behind me as I walked out, shutting off her light in the process. I walked down our staircase into the living room, where I thought dad was sleeping. He wasn’t in his brown pleather recliner like usual, I shrugged my shoulders and turned around, only to bump into the one man I was hoping would be asleep. He grabbed my shoulders firmly and started shaking me, I tried to release from his grip, but it only got tighter. He was screaming psychotically, he was more than just drunk. 

    “Dad! You’re gonna wake Tricia!” I tried to quiet him down but he wouldn’t shut up, his hands moved from my shoulders to my throat and I could feel my oxygen begin to deplete. My hands began scratching at his giant meat hooks, I couldn’t breath. I closed my eyes and prayed that I'd somehow get out of this situation. I could tell my feet were no longer on the floor, my father held me to the wall while keeping his hands glued to my throat. Tears were streaming down my probably blue and purple face. 

    “You and your sister are both good for nothing disappointments! I wish you both would have died instead of your mother!” He had a crazed look in his eye, like he had intended to finish me off. Suddenly his cell phone began to ring, his grip loosened as he brought his attention to his device. I dropped to the ground when he finally let go to answer it, I stayed on the floor and held my throat. It was sore and felt like a lump was stuck in it, I had difficulty swallowing. I wiped my tears away and continued to try and breathe. I slowly inhaled and exhaled and I was finally able to swallow. I glared at him as he slowly put his jacket and boots on and walked out the door into the night. I slowly stood up, grabbing onto the closest thing, my legs felt like jello. I could feel myself shaking, our father had never choked either of us before. I should call Skye and tell her not to come home tonight, I don’t want the same thing happening to her. I walked up to Tricia’s room and slowly opened it to check on her. Sure enough she was awake, hiding in the corner of her room under a blanket. 

    “Tricia? Why aren’t you in bed?” My voice was hoarse, which sounded weird mixed with my monotonous and nasally tone. She poked her head out of her blanket and then ran into my arms. I sat on the bed and brought her onto my lap to hold her tightly. 

    “I thought dad was going to kill you! He sounded crazy!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shoulder. She pulled away and gasped, her fingers grazed my neck, dad must have left his handprints. “Did dad do that to you?” She asked, tears continued to fall out of her green eyes. 

    “I’ll be okay.” I tried to calm her down, it didn’t work so well. I couldn’t blame her, even when dad usually hit me, I was never scared, just angry. Tonight however, was terrifying, it was clear that dad was on something besides alcohol. 

    “I don’t want to stay here.” Tricia continued to hold onto me, I nodded my head and set her down on her bed so I could stand. I walked over to her closet and pulled a pink duffle bag from her top shelf. 

    “Fill this with clothes and whatever else you need, tomorrow is sunday so it’s not like we have school to get ready for. I’m gonna pack myself and make a couple calls. Be right back.” I said as I put the bag on her bed and walked into my own room to pack. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Skye. 

    “Craig? Is everything okay?” She sounded concerned on the other line, I could hear Kenny curse to himself in the distance. 

    “Where are you?” I asked while shoving clothes into my own bag. A shirt with Saturn on it, black jeans and my favorite hoodie, I pulled my hat over my head. 

    “I’m still at the shop with Kenny, he’s been trying to get a car running. Why? What's wrong?” I could tell by her tone that she was getting more worried, I then proceeded to put a blanket in my bag. 

    “Everything’s fine, listen, dad decided to choke me-” I was cut off by Skye frantically asking me a million questions, “SKYE! I’m fine, but I don’t want you coming home tonight, stay at Kenny’s or Bebe’s, I’m gonna see if Tweek will let Tricia and I stay at his place, she’s really freaked out.” I explained the situation to my frantic sister, I could hear her breathing through the phone, she was silent on the other line. 

    “Okay. Be careful. Love you guys.” She hung up before I could say anything else, I sighed and then dialed Tweek. 
   
“Craig? It’s 9pm, is everything okay?” Tweek sounded like he just woke up, of course that dork fell asleep before ten.

    “Can Tricia and I stay at your place tonight?” I knew Tweeks parents wouldn’t be home, they work the night shifts on the weekends. 

    “Sure.” I thanked Tweek and hung up and went back to Tricia’s room. We walked downstairs with our bags and walked out the door, making sure to lock up. Tricia jumped on my back so she could get a piggy back ride. We arrived at the Tweaks home and I knocked on the door. Tweek answered, his smile fell as he saw the bruises around my neck. 

    “Hey.” I said as he moved aside to let us in, he already had put an air mattress in the living room for Tricia, she had fallen asleep on the way over, so I laid her down and pulled her blanket up to her chin. Tweek and I walked upstairs to his bedroom so I could change into my pajamas. We closed his door and he sat on his bed, fiddling with his shirt. 

    “What happened to your neck?” He asked while trying not to look as I got undressed, I pulled my shirt over my head. 

    “My dad choked me.” I got straight to the point, his head shot up to look at me. He jumped off his bed and ran over to me, I unbuttoned my jeans but stopped when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. 

    “Tweek?” I turned to face him, tears threatened to spill out of his hazel orbs. It seemed like he couldn’t find the right words to say. I hugged him tightly, then lifted his chin to look at me. 

    “I’m fine.” I reassured him, but he didn’t seem to believe me, his bottom lip quivered. 

    “B-but next t-time you might n-not be!” He stammered and twitched in a panic. I smiled softly and looked at his lip, I lowered my head slowly. He seemed to get the message because he stood on his tippy toes, our lips connected in a passionate and loving kiss. Now this is magic.