"Tweek. Clyde just called."

Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit.

"O-okay...?" I tried my best not to seem nervous, but it clearly wasn't working.

Craig narrowed his eyes at me. I started to twitch worse than normal.

"What has Clyde been doing to you?" He asked. He sounded really mad and a little bit upset.

"N-n-nothing," I say.

"He's the reason you cut your arms isn't he? The reason you think no one likes you?" Craig says. He sounds really mad now.

"N-no, it's-" I'm stopped by Craig pinning me down on his bed. He straddles my hips. Sitting on my stomach.

"C-Craig? What are y-you-" he starts to unbutton my sloppily buttoned shirt. I reach my hands over to stop him. I don't want him to see the bruises. I want him to think it's not true.

He grabs my hands and pins them down above my head. He continues to unbutton my shirt. He removes most of my shirt and stares at the bruises.

I didn't realize how bad the blackish purple marks were. Craig looks up at me, hurt in his eyes. I feel tears start to pour from my eyes again.

Craig releases my hands and gets off of me. He pulls me into a hug. I shakily wrap my arms around him.

I cry into his chest and he holds me, "Tweek, has Clyde been doing this?"

I nod, "Y-yeah, for a-a while now. He did m-most of the b-bruises today," I confess to Craig.

I feel his grip tighten on me, "I'm not going to let it happen again," he makes me look at him, "because you're mine now."