Alone

Chapter 10

Mabel's POV

I opened my eyes to see the field again. The relaxing one, from my dream. Where I first saw Bill. I don't spend time looking at the scenery this time though. 

I quickly jumped up and frantically looked around. What was he here to do? Terrorize me? Rape me? Threaten me? I kept looking around until I gave up and slumped back down on the ground. Well, at least its not another nightmare. Yet.

"Well it could be if you want it to." My head spun in the direction of the voice. I saw Bill, sitting in the grass next to me. After what had happened before I fell asleep, he was the last person I wanted to talk to. "I know, but you don't have a choice, now do you." I sighed, realizing he was once again, right.

"What do you want?"

"Why do you think I want something?" He smirked. I looked away and stared ahead.

"Because your Bill Cipher. You always want something." He chuckled. 

"I guess you got me there." It was silent for a while before I broke it.

"Why no nightmare? No bottemless pit? No watching my brother being torn apart be zombies?"

"Good ideas, thank you. But no. I figured I'd give you a break."

"That doesn't sound like you." I don't trust him. He laughed.

"No, you shouldn't trust me. Ever." He laughed again, then everything started to turn black before I  woke up.

I opened my eyes and realized I was on the floor. Oh, yeah. I had forgotten I slept there because I didn't want to be in my bed again. Not after, what happened. I shuttered at the memory, not wanting it to ever repeat. 

Sadly, the universe doesn't always want to help you. The entire summer was like that. If Bill wasn't tormenting me, he was fucking me. If I wasn't stuck in my room with Bill, I was hiding in my bathroom. I eventually gave up not cutting myself and found another knife. I don't think Bill cared as much anymore. As long as I stayed alive. I now had scars covering my thighs. I couldn't even say I wasn't proud of this method of coping because I was worried 24/7 that Bill would just come back to hurt me. 

I became suicidal as well. But I could never do anything about it because every time I even thought about it, Bill would get mad. And Bill being mad is the last thing I need. I still have a bruise on my lest cheek from the last time he 'got mad.' I usually just cover it with makeup so no one notices. I probably don't even need to, since I never even see anyone. I barley even see my parents anymore. They probably don't care about me. Its like Bill said,

I'm alone. 

I only have him.

So I stayed in my room and let him harass, torment, and rape me. I started to become numb to it. I didn't even realize when August 15th came around.

"Mabel!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. "Mabel come down here." I stood up from my sitting on the floor and glanced at Bill for permission. He nodded. 

"Be there in a sec!" I Jumped up and quickly got dressed and made my self look not so much like a walking train wreck. Bill had just got done 'using me', so I was a mess. But I didn't care. As long as no one noticed.

I opened my door and walked down the stairs. 

"Yeah mom, what do you-" I stopped when I saw who was at the door. "Dipper!" I ran and jumped into his arms. "You're back!" He wrapped his arms around me.

"Yeah Mabes, I'm back." I let go and stepped back, putting on the happiest expression I could muster. 

"How was it?"

"Fun! Really fun. How have you been?"

"Eh, you know. Lonely without you." We both softly chuckled.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go unpack. Want to come help me?" I was about to say yes until I was cut off.

"No! Go back up there now!" I discreetly glanced over to see a very angry Bill standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I- uh. Maybe in a minute. I have to- um, go do, something." I gave him a quick smile and turned and ran past Bill up to my room. I heard him turn and follow me.

When I got up there, I turned around to ask what he wanted, but I'll I got was I fist on my throat after he threw the door shut.

He picked me up by my neck and slammed me into a wall.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He screamed. I assumed he had the room soundproofed at this moment.

"I-I-I," I clawed at his hand on my throat.

"You belong to me! Pinetree can't help you! Stay away from him. Got it?"

"B-Bi-ill-l-le-t g-go," I chocked out. He let go and I dropped to the floor. I started panting and coughing on my knees. 

"You little slut. You're mine." Bill glared at me

"I, *COUGH* know. I just wanted to see my brother."

"Look at me." Bill grabbed my chin and forced my face up to his. "Pinetree is a lot smarter then your dumb parents. He'll figure out whats going on quicker then they will."

"That's not my fault!" I snapped a little to harshly.

*SLAP*

Bill let go of my face and slapped me. I fell over on the ground and held my cheek. 

"DO NOT talk to me that way! Understand."

"Y-yes." I quickly sat up and backed away from him. "I'm sorry." I choked back tears.

"Good. And yes, it will be your fault. I'll leave for a little bit so you can pretend to be happy and he won't be suspicious. But I'll still be watching, so don't try anything."

"I won't."

"Good. Now go help your brother unpack." He smirked, then disappeared, leaving me crying on the floor, clutching my stinging cheek. 

I quickly stood up, and wiped away my tears. I ran to the bathroom and covered up the red on my cheek so Dipper wouldn't notice. I then practiced smiling in the mirror until I knew I could fool Dipper. Its not like he would notice anyways. He doesn't even care.