The Bet

Day 6

Craig woke up with his back killing him. If there was one negative thing about spending the night at Clyde's it would be that he had to sleep on the floor since Clyde just has the one bed. Craig turned his head and noticed that Clyde was still asleep. Craig had two options. He could either wait until Clyde had woken up or just go now. Craig decided to leave.

It wasn't that Craig didn't want to talk to Clyde per se, but he just had to sort his thoughts out... alone. The only issue with his plan was that he still didn't have his car, and he was still on crutches.

Craig didn't want to talk to talk to Tweek at all today, but it looked like he had no other choice.

Hey, I'm sorry but can you pick me up from Clyde's house, I have no way to get home.

After a short period of time Tweek texted back.

Yeah, of course, I'll be there soon.

Craig started feeling wrong, he has this gross feeling about using Tweek just for rides and to prove to Kenny that he's better than him. Craig shook his head. He needed to snap out of this, who cares. It's just Tweek, and he's Craig, he doesn't care about other people's feelings.

Almost too soon Tweek was pulling into Clyde's driveway, and Craig was getting in his car. "Hey, no long no see."

"H-Hey."

Tweek was apparently not in the mood for jokes or talking for that matter. Craig could tell something was bothering Tweek, but he felt like it wasn't his place to but in, and he wasn't in the mood for talking either honestly.

The drive was awkward and uncomfortable due to the silence. When the silence gets this long, it would typically be the time when Craig would say something to stop the awkwardness, but not this time, instead it was Tweek. "W-Where am I t-taking you."

"Home," and that was that.

Thankfully it was only a few more minutes of awkward silence before Craig was getting out of the car, "I'll talk to you later Tweek."

Tweek looked surprised and his mouth opened as if to say something, but at the last second he closed it, nodded once firmly, then drove off. Which left Craig alone with his thoughts, for better or worse.

Craig limped inside and immediately regretted it. His mom was sitting at the dining table, her hair was frizzing and falling out of a loose bun, and his dad was standing in the doorway, and his face was red with anger.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I was at Clyde's house, not that you actually care."

Craig's dad was fuming now, "You didn't even tell us!"

"I didn't think I needed to!" They stared at each other waiting for the other to back down. Eventually, Craig shoved past him and started his attempt at getting up the stairs. It was difficult, and after the first step, he knew it was going to take forever on his own.

Eventually, his dad left the house to do who knows what and it was just him and his mom. "Craig, sweetie, I know that you and your dad don't quite see eye to eye, but we were worried about you," she sounded so sad and broken that Craig couldn't find it in him to be angry.

"I know mom, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"She smiled, her eyes glistening with tears, "thank you." It was then that Craig noticed the bruise on her arm and he saw red. He knew that his dad was an asshole, but he never thought he would harm his mom. If he weren't barely able to walk he would have tracked his dad down and beat the shit out of him for doing this to his mom.

Instead, he settled with sitting with his mom at the dining room table. "Do you want to do something together?"

his mom gave a ghost of a smile, "let's do a puzzle like we used to when you were younger."

Even when Craig was younger and they did puzzles every other day he hated them. But his mom was broken, and she wanted him to do a puzzle so he would do a damn puzzle.

Which is what they did until the sun went down. Craig's stomach was rumbling since he hadn't eaten anything that day, but he wasn't going to bother his mom with it, and when he went to bed he dreamt of blonde hair and green eyes. Even if he won't admit it when he wakes up.