Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

Chapter 14

|Note: Yes, I changed the cover again. This is what happened through Bill's perspective from the last chapter. This chapter also may involve Domestic Violence, so I remind anyone who is a victim to call 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224 for the Domestic Violence hotline. |

Bill's Perspective

  I walked over to everyone who was crowed by the lockers. "Hey losers." I  says jokingly glaring at Y/N. "Hush Bill." Dipper said smiling at Y/N. "So." Y/N said. "There's a dance tonight." She pointed to a flyer.

  I read her mind, 'The last dance I went to sucked, remember? What happened with Sky? But I did kiss Dipper..heh.' Wait, her and Dipper kissed? How did I overlook this? Shit..

She blushed at the thought then turned back to Dipper. "Hey dipper! How about we—" I said as she cut me off. "—How about me and you go together Dipper?" She asked him smiling, brushing my h/c hair out of my face.

She did not!

  Why would she do that? She knows I wanted to ask him. Well, I know for a fact she doesn't like me but I asked first. Well almost asked first.

"Alright!" Dipper said slightly blushing. I raised at eyebrow at Y/N. That bitch has it out now. "Hey Y/n..." I said. "Let's talk in private." I smirked as I grabbing her arm and walking to the back hallway, where no one usually is. My grip on her arm was very tight, like very tight. She knew I was mad; she's gonna pay for it now.

I'm sure she'll have a bruise but she should more scared of what's gonna happen to her then her arm. "What the fuck you bitch?" I snapped at me throwing my arm into the wall. It was my instinct; I'm a demon fuck your. "Bill!" She said about to scream Dipper's name but I covered her mouth. She isn't gonna have someone save her now.

"Dipper is mine, got it whore?" I said. What? She is one. "I've worked my ass off to get Dipper to notice me, and you just walk in here and he instantly loves you. Fuck you. He probably thinks your a slut with all these people around you. That girl, Sky, who else you gonna fuck?" I said, I knew I was killing her.

"I've never slept with anyone Bill." She snapped at me about to punch me in the jaw. This is hilarious, she's weak; what can she do to me. "I know, you wouldn't want to have on a paper bag." I snickered at her.

"You're not even pretty! You're an ugly whore with a terrible personality who he's never gonna like." I said smiling at my declare. Tears formed in her eyes as they pricked from her eyelashes. I snickered at my accomplishment. She can cry all she wants; what a crybaby.

"Say anything about our little encounter, and I'll drown you." I smirked. "And I'll make sure no one will save you." I wasn't gonna let her feel okay; I want her to hurt. I want to see her crash and burn.

Your Perspective

  Tears flushed down my eyes as he said that. That is not how I want to die; why would he say that? He hates me so much... I thought I was wining for once. He pushed my head into the wall and I sank to the floor. "Crybaby." He smirked walking away.

  "Clean up the blood; sweetheart." He smiled at me. "Dipper!" He called out innocently running to him. I peered down the hall and saw Bill hug Dipper; Dipper giggling and hugging back. Bill had his arm around him, as he looked back giving me a death glare and glancing at the girl's bathroom.

  I crawled into the bathroom and pulled myself up on the counted. When Bill threw my head into the wall, it bled from the side. I would cover it up with my hair, and if they ask...uh I fell! I was terrified enough to think about this.

  Quickly, I started to wash the side of my head. I cringed and cried from the pain. There was a first add kid on the wall, and I grabbed some rubbing alcohol and bandages. I rubbed my wound with the alcohol filled cloth and I screamed a little when applying it.

  I then wrapped the bandages around my head, pulling some hair in front of the bandages. I sighed and washed my bloody hands as I worked on one hand which was thrown into the wall. It to was bleeding; and I cleaned my hand as I sobbed. I finished and wiped my tears as I walked out of the bathroom.

  I quickly grabbed my books and walked to class. I was late; of course. My first class was math, and the teacher glanced at me, lowering her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Ms. L/N.." She said in a heavy French accent. "You are late, what happened?"

  "I—uh–uh–" I said then cleared my throat. " I slipped on the wet floor and scraped my head on the floor, Ms Chanel."  She nodded. "Take your seat, if you need to talk to me, do not hid anything Ms. L/N." She said to me sternly and I did what I was told sitting in the back.

  Whispers and glances where all around the room. I heard things such as I did it to myself, I got beat up, but overall how I was lying. I wanted to cry so badly, but I held in my tears. Dipper didn't even glanced at me once. Him and Bill where working, Bill probably made up some odd story that soothed Dipper.

  Mabel; she glanced at me. She mouthed the words 'Are you alright?' 
I nodded and glanced at the board taking notes. After a few hours of switching classes, it was lunch. I sat down with Bill, Dipper, and Mabel. Mabel was going to leave in like a second to speak with her friends.

  When she did, she smiled waving goodbye and sat at another table. Bill and Dipper talked with one another. They spoke about the dance, and how Bill wanted to go alone instead of with someone. "Why not go with Mabel?" Naomi asked wiggling her eyebrows as she sat down. She scooted next to me, our hips meeting.

  "No!" Dipper and I cried. Bill was a monster; the fiend shouldn't be with the innocence of Mabel. Dipper I could tell was overprotective of Mabel, I could tell them being siblings let alone twins. "Well I'm going with Sky," Naomi said. I gasped, this couldn't be happening.

See what happens next in Foster Girl!

| Note: Again, remember if you are a victim of domestic violence, call the hotline: 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224. Remember, you are not alone! Love, Lapis. |