Pines, Reporting for Duty

Chapter 18

(Bill pov)

".....How long?"

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head slightly as I look at him."

"How long are you going to keep playing these games with me? Going back and forth between cold and crule, to caring and.....and slightly romantic."

"I will keep doing whatever the hell I want to you for however long I want. Your bitching won't change anything either."

He goes silent looking down at his hands and I can tell that he's trembling.

"You know how to make coffee?"

"Yes-"

"Then go in the kitchen and make me a cup. Solid black."

"O-Okay...."

He slowly rises to his feet and walks off to the kitchen.

I continue strumming a song on the guitar, softly humming to myself when I hear glass shattering from the kitchen. Growling angrily I put the guitar down before storming into the kitchen.

"Pinetree!"

I come into the kitchen, him standing there trembling in place. I see a broken mug and spilled coffee on the ground at his feet.

"I-I'm s-sorry...I'm sorry....I-I-I didn't mean to...."

I backhand him hard across the face knocking him to the floor with a cry of pain. I notice he fell on the broken mug pieces but I don't care as I kneel down pressing my knee against his throat tightly.

I use one of my hands to hold down both of his wrists, his legs kicking uselessly.

"Did I tell you to make a fucking mess?"

When I don't get an answer, I press my knee against his throat harder, knowing it's cutting off his air more. He struggles more but it's useless.

"Hey, I asked you a fucking question. Did I tell you to make a fucking mess?"

He frantically shakes his head no.

"You are to pick up the mess and make me a new cup of coffee or so help me I'll shove those glass pieces down your fucking throat. Is that understood?"

He weakly nods his head yes so I finally get off of him.

He lays on his side coughing for air and rubbing his throat, tears streaking down his cheeks.

"Stop crying like a pitiful baby. You have 5 minutes."

I walk back to the living room sitting on the couch. I run my hands over my face when I hear the bathroom door slam shut. Sighing I get off the couch and go to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

"Pinetree, hiding isn't going to help anything."

I try to open the door but find it locked. I angrily pound at the door.

"Pinetree, open the fucking door right now!"

Still not getting an answer, I slam my shoulder against the door over and over until it swings wide open. I freeze, seeing him laying on the floor not moving and eyes closed, a pill bottle sprawled out next to him.

"No no no!" I rush over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders shaking him hard. "Wake up, Pinetree, wake up! Dipper please!"

I pick up the pill bottle, reading the label before dropping it to the ground. I turn him on his side before opening his mouth and shoving my fingers down his throat triggering his gag reflex.

Vomit shoots out of his throat onto the floor. I see pills in the puke, but he still isn't waking up meaning some are still in his system.

I pick him up bridal style, being careful with him as I carry him out of the house. I gently lay him in the back seat of my car before hopping into the driver's seat and stomp on the gas, peeling us both out of there.

As I drive onto the main road, I keep glancing back at him, hoping and wishing that he'll just wake up so I can turn the car around and takes us back home. But he doesn't wake up. He just remains knocked out. If I didn't know any better, I would think that he was dead.

I park outside the hospital, leaving the keys in the ignition as I get out of the car, pulling my heood over my head to hopefully hide my eye.

I open the door to the back seat, carefully picking him up bridal style again, before I run into the hospital with him.

"I need help!"

Doctors rushh over to me, taking Dipper from me and putting him on a hospital bed. I watch helpless as a nurse with a clipboard questions me.

"Sir, what happened to him?"

"He took some sleeping pills.....a lot of them. I tried to make him but them out but I don't think I got all of them."

"You need to have a seat in the waiting room while the doctors help him. Someone will be there to speak with you in just a minute."

I watch them wheel him down a restricted hallway. I head back to the waiting room, taking sa seat as my knee bounces anxiously.

............................................

It feels like it's been hours since they said they would help him. I can't take this anymore, I have to see him or I'll go crazy.

I wait for a nurse to leave her station before I go over to the computer on her desk. I type in Dipper's name and find his room number. I take off before the nurse can come back.

I run into the room, stopping in the doorway seeing him sit up on the bed. His eyes land on me and I see them instantly fill with fear.

"Pine-"

"I-I'm s-sorry I'm sorry.....I won't do it again just please please don't punish me again."

I walk over to him and see that he's trembling as he cowers away from me. I cup his cheek in my hand, noticing how he flinched from me, as I gently make him look at me.

"Don't ever to that again. I thought that I had lost you."

"I'm sorry...."

"What did you tell the doctors?"

"Nothing, but I think they called the police already."

"Why do you think that?"

"It sounded like they recognized who I was."

"Then we need to go. Where are your clothes?"

"I don't know."

"Regardless, we have to go now. Come on. We'll find you some clothes from lost and found."

I grab his arm helping him out of bed and into the hallway. From the corner of my eye I see a secutiry guard heading our way. I grab Dipper's arm, twisting it behind his back and puts the blade of my pocket knife to his throat.