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“Mother, you had me, but I never had you… I wanted you; you didn’t want me…”
…
“Mom?” Clyde said, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
One of the firefighters knelt down beside him, and put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry son. She’s gone…”
Clyde turned to his father, “Dad? What are we…?”
“Get out…” Roger Donovan turned his dark eyes towards his son, “Get out of my house…”
“But Dad, I didn’t mean…”
“GET OUT!”
Clyde ran from the house crying, and he could only think of one place to go.
The doorbell rang, and Craig walked to the door. Upon opening it, his best friend fell into his arms and begun sobbing into his chest.
“Clyde? What’s wrong?” he asked, comforting his friend.
“My Mom’s dead…”
“… What?”
“She’s dead, and my Dad’s kicked me out… He blames me… He says it’s my fault… Where do I go?”
Craig thought for a moment, “I know. Tweek’s family have a spare bedroom that they never use, we’ll ask if you can stay there for a while.”
As his friend took him to the couch, Clyde looked around, “Where are your parents?” he asked.
“I don’t know, they’re always out these days,” Craig answered.
He dialed Tweek’s number, and it wasn’t long before he was answered, “Tweek? … Listen, is that spare bedroom still spare? … Good, me and Clyde will be right over. … I’ll explain why when we get there…”
Tweek answered the door, “Come on in!” he happily greeted them, but his smile faded when he saw the state Clyde was in.
Craig placed Clyde on Tweek’s couch and took Tweek into the next room, “What’s wrong with him?” Tweek asked.
“… His Mom just died.”
“… Oh my god…”
“And to make things worse, his Dad has kicked him out of the house, for some reason he blames Clyde for her dying…”
“So that’s what you need the spare bedroom for?” Tweek asked, “You want him to stay here?”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Of course I’m okay with it, it’s my parents who will need convincing.”
Craig looked around, “Where are your parents?”
“Out running the business. We’ll have to wait for them to get back, they’d never abandon the shop, not even for something like this…”
They spent the next two hours trying to comfort their friend, and although Clyde really appreciated the company, he just couldn’t stop crying.
Eventually, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak arrived home from work.
“Oh! Hello boys! Here keeping my boy company are you?” Mr. Tweak said, oblivious to Clyde’s tears.
“Follow me,” Tweek took his parents into the next room, “Can Clyde stay in our spare room for a while?” he asked them.
“Why? Having an extended sleepover?”
“No… His Dad kicked him out.”
“Why would he do that?”
“… Clyde’s Mom just died, and for some reason his Dad blames him…”
His parents were frozen in shock for a moment.
“So can he stay?”
“Of… Of course… Betsy’s dead? Really?”
Tweek slowly nodded his head, and then walked back into the living room. He and Craig helped Clyde upstairs, and into his new room.
“So, uh… I guess this is where you’ll be staying for a while,” Tweek said, showing him around, “It’s a bit dusty, so you can take my room tonight, and we’ll start tidying this up tomorrow.”
Clyde smiled as his tears briefly switched from sadness to thankfulness, and he threw his arms around his two best friends, “Thank you so much… You’ll never know how much this means to me.”
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Roger Donovan was sat alone on the couch, even his own daughter too angry to talk to him. There was a knock at the door, he answered it.
It was Richard Tweak, wearing a disgusted look on his face, “I’m not staying Roger, I’m just here to pick up some of your son’s clothes, he’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future,” with that he brushed past Roger and proceeded to Clyde’s room.
Inside he found Clyde’s sister, “I packed some clothes for my brother. I assumed someone would be coming round to collect them,” she tearfully handed the bag to Richard.
“Don’t worry, you can always come round to visit him,” he then remembered that she had also just lost her mother, “Are you alright?”
“… Yeah, I’m fine,” she sighed, “Just look after Clyde okay?”
“I will, I promise…”
…
“So I, I just gotta tell you, goodbye, goodbye…”