Dark Days (BillxDipper)

LVII

AN: Full credit to artist~~

~Bill's POV~

     Shooting Star finally came out of the bathroom, her hair was still wet and her clothes hung off her loosely. I doubt she even dried off before dressing, considering that the loose fabric clung to her in random, unattractive ways. "You ready?" I ask her impatiently. I want to get back to My Pine Tree, I hadn't planned on leaving him for this long, and I hope he's still awake. "Where is he" She demands, breathing heavily, her face pale, dark circles under her eyes. I feel a twinge of guilt, looking at her now. The way she's been feeling, I suppose, would be close to how I was feeling before I finally found him. The fear and anxiety, the desperation to know what happened to him. I suppose it's also my fault as well, I did leave her in the dark for a while...

     I tuck the guilt away and plaster a, hopefully not too obvious, fake smile on my face and stretch out my hand to her. "I'll take you to him" I say. She bares her teeth at me. "Is this a fucking joke?" She snarls at me. Truthfully, her response took me by surprise and I pull my hand to my chest like I was burned and the fake smile drops from my face. Then annoyance sets in and I huff out at her. 

     "What are you talking about?" I ask, giving her a small glare. "Why isn't he here? Take me where? You were supposed to bring him home, not somewhere else! Where is my brother, jackass!" The girl in front of me is nothing like the one I used to know. She seethes before me, a dark aura emanating. She's lost every ounce of patience she had, which I didn't think was even possible. I raise a brow at her. 

     "He wasn't well. I brought him to my home to care for him. He wouldn't have survived in a mortal hospital. I saved him" I growl at her, loosing the last of my patience as well. I didn't think her expression could have gone any darker. I didn't think that little Shooting Star was capable of such a murderous look. "What do you mean 'he wouldn't have survived'?" She says in a low voice, shaking with rage. 

     "God damn it, Shooting Star. We don't have time for this. Do you want to see him or not? I'm leaving now with or without you" I say again holding my hand out to her, desperately trying to keep my irritation under control. I know she burns with more questions and hateful commentary, but I just don't have the patience to entertain her right now. Just as I'm about to retract my hand again and leave, she snatches at me, her grip is stronger than I'd have thought her capable of, especially in her current state. She purposely squeezes my hand as hard as she can. I know she's trying to make it hurt, but really it's just pitiful. "Off we go then" I say, plastering the faux smile back on my face and snap my fingers with my free hand. 

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     When we enter my home she immediately lets go of me and wipes her hands on her over sized shirt with disgust. I sneer at her and walk towards my bedroom where her brother rests. Before I open the door I hold out my hand to stop her and turn to face the angry girl. "He's still weak, if you tackle him or do anything in your... excitement... That might hurt him, I will send you back to that shack you call home so fast, you won't even be able to comprehend what happened. I will not let you see him again until he's fully recovered. Am I making myself clear?" I say, leveling her with a glare that she gladly returns. 

     "I would never hurt my brother, and even if I did you have no right to do that, nor tell me what to do" She snarls at me, her voice drips with venom and hate. I give her another smile, tilting my head at her. A vein pops out above her eyebrow at her barely contained wrath towards me. "My house, my rules" I retort. She spits at my feet, and a little splashes onto my shoe. I stare down at the ground with obvious distaste. "Vile" I grumble.