Alone

Chapter 8

Mabel's POV

"Ahg," I screamed as Bill slapped me and I fell to the ground. 

"Don't ever disobey me again!" he screamed, looming over me. "When I tell you to say something, you say it!"

"I-I- did," I cried and held my cheek, trying to scoot away from him. He stopped me and held me in place by the back of my neck.

"No," his voice was quieter but still scary. "You tried to argue with me and now Pinetree is more worried."

"I-I'm sorry," I started to shake and I felt like I couldn't breath.

"I don't care. You need to convince people that you're okay, and right now you're doing a terrible job at that!"

"I-I-I," I could feel another attack coming on.

"Ug DAMMIT," Bill yelled, making me flinch. I thought he was mad at me, but instead, he just sat down next to me, and held me on his lap, squeezing me in a hug. "Sh. It's going to be okay." His voice still wasn't calming, just stern. But it sounded caring. Again, I don't know how he is able to calm me down, but it worked. 

It sickened me to be sitting here in his lap, letting him hold me, and comfort me. But I didn't have a lot of options right now. So I just sat there, letting him comfort me. Honestly, it was kind of nice. He was the only one who knew what I was going through, and even if he was the one causing it, he still knew.

"Are you okay now?" 

"I-I," I nodded. "Yeah." I pushed off of him and stood up. He did to.

"Alright, well-" He started but was interrupted by my mom knocking at the door.

"Hey Mabel, open up." I looked at Bill who nodded. Then I walked dover to the door and unlocked it. "Hey, sweetie."

"Um- do you need something?"

"Did you talk to Dipper?" she asked walking into my room. Sure, just come right in. I though sarcastically.

"Yeah."

"And..."

"I don't know. He just asked me how I was and I said I was okay."

"Alright. And he'll be home before you're birthday, so thats good."

"Yup. I'm looking forward to it."

"Alright, well I'll just leave you be..." she trailed off and I was wondering why, until I saw where her gaze was. She was looking directly at my knife. "Mabel whats-" 

"Nothing!" I jumped in front of it. "I- uh just have it here, um I was just, uh I-" She pushed past me, grabbing it, probably seeing the blood on it.

"No, honey no."

"Mom, I promise, it's-" she didn't let me finish as she grabbed my wrists, checking for scars. When she didn't see any, she bent down and rolled up my shorts to reveal the lines of scars on each sides of my thighs.

"Oh god Mabel, no. You didn't."

"Mom, I-" She jumped up and pulled me into a hug

"Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

"Tell her it was one time, and it won't happen again." Bill said. I actually forgot he was here.

"Mom, I'm really sorry. It was just one time, it won't happen again."

"Are you sure you don't want to go get help. It would be easy."

"You're sure," Bill seethed, crossing his arms.

"I'm sure." My mom sighed

"Okay, but promise you'll tell me next time.  Okay?"

"Promise."

"Okay. I'll leave you be for a little bit. Unless you want me to stay with you?" She looked hopeful, like she really wanted to stay with me.

"Tell her to leave," Bill said from behind me.

"I- I just want some alone time right now."

"Are you sure-"

"Please!" I snapped too quickly. "Just please leave," I said quieter

"Oh, um, okay."

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired." Which was true. I wasn't even sure how much sleep I've had, or how long I've been awake, but I was tired.

"Alright." She walked over to pick up the knife. "Are you going to want dinner or not?"

"No thanks, I'm just going to go to bed."

"Alright, sleep well." With that she left and closed the door. I fell on to my bed and closed my eyes. I then felt the bed move when Bill jumped on. I opened my eyes to see him sitting there, smirking at me.

"What?"

"This is so much more fun then I thought it was going to be," he laughed. I groaned and turned facing away from him. "I thought waiting for my powers to come back would be boring, but ruining your life, it's fun."

"I'm glad your enjoying my misery," I said sarcastically, sitting up.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. What do evil demons do for fun. Make deals? Torture people? Start Weirdmeggedon."

"All fun," he threw his hands up. "But I need my powers to do stuff like that. So for the moment, I'm stuck ruining your life. Which is much more fun then I would have ever imagined." I looked away from him. 

He made me sick to my stomach, the fact that he is able to just dominate my mind, and do whatever he wants to me. I hated it, and I couldn't do a thing about it.

"You're right!" I didn't look at him. "I can to what ever I want to you. And no one can save you. They think I'm gone." He grabbed my chin and forced my head in his direction. "They think you're safe." He leaned in closer to my ear. "They think I can't hurt you anymore," he whispered. "But I can, and I will. You have no idea what I have planned for you." He threw me down on my back, pinning my wrists to my sides.

"Ahg," I whimpered as he held me down.

"And when I'm done, you'll be nothing but my slave! That's all you are. A slave." he chuckled. "You're my slave, and noting more." I turned my head away form him.

"No," I whispered. "I'm not." I felt a hand close around my throat

"What was that bitch!"

"I-" I was choking. "I-ahg-m n-not your s-agh-lave." I closed my eyes and breathed in when I felt the hand come off my throat, only to feel my cheek stinging. 

"DON'T! Talk to me that way! Do you understand." I didn't reply, which only got me another slap. "What are you!" he yelled. 

"I- I'm your slave," I whimpered. He smirked.

"Yes," he leaned down to my face. "You are."