Alone

Chapter 22

Mabel's POV

I stared at Bill, just having said yes. I wasn't really sure what answering yes meant. Did it mean I loved him? Did it mean that I wanted him to kiss him? Did it mean that I was okay being here? Or did I just simply mean...

Yes.

"Bill..." I started, unsure what to say.

"I have to go," he said flatly standing up and walking away, leaving me still star struck in my room. I stared at the door, not wanting to take my eyes off of it for some reason. Was I hoping he would come back? No! No, I hate him. Well... not really. Do I?

I was confused. I didn't know anymore. And I didn't care. Right now I had too much going on to try to decipher what he was playing at. Whatever game he thinks he's playing with me, I don't want to. Besides, he doesn't feel anything for me anyway. Why would he?

Bill's POV

I walked out of Shootingstar's room and quickly teleported somewhere else. Anywhere else. I needed to breathe.

I ended up somewhere in the forest and leaned against a tree, panting.

"Ugg, come on Cipher! You can't keep doing this! She's only there because you need her. You don't fucking love her!" I screamed the last part and slid my back down the tree onto the ground. "Ahg!" I groaned. "What is wrong with me."

"I don't know, maybe its the fact that you're an insane demented demon." I snapped my head up and looked behind me.

"Pinetree?" I looked at him. He was just sitting on a log, writing in a journal.

"Yeah?"

"I... didn't know you were here."

"I figured." He didn't look up.

"Did you hear-"

"All of your screaming? Yes."

"Oh." There was a pause until he looked up.

"Did you hurt her?" He asked sternly, but almost sounding scared.

"No." I shook my head keeping my eyes on the ground

"Good." It was silent again. And he still didn't look up from his journal.

"What are you even doing kid?" I finally gained my confidence back in my voice and stood up to walk over to him.

"I don't know. Writing, staring, thinking. Anything to get my mind off my twin being held hostage by a demon." He finally looked up at me, the glare obvious in his eyes. I was surprised he was being so pissed off with me. Usually, he was a lot more scared of me, and I would have slammed him against a tree by now. But apparently, we were both in a mood.

"Well doesn't that suck." I sat done next to him. He sighed and turned to me.

"What do you want Bill?" I just shrugged and he rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He went back to his book for a few minutes. It was silent and I tried to clear my head, but for some reason, I couldn't get the thought of Shootingstar out of my head. "Bill, what did you mean by 'you don't fucking love her?'" I felt my face heat up. That was something I didn't want to talk about with him. "Bill?" he kept pressing on.

"That's none of your business kid."

"It's my twin, of course it's my business." He yelled at me. I didn't respond, and he just stared at me, squinting his eyes in confusion. "Do you, does she- what happened." I still didn't respond. "Bill, I swear if you did anything to hurt her-"

"I DIDN'T FUCKING HURT HER!" I screamed and turned blood red. Dipper flinched at my out burst but tried to hide it.

"Okay," he blinked and nodded. "Then what happened."

"Nothing." I stood up and got ready to leave. I didn't have to put up with him.

"Hey, wait!"

"What kid. You're getting on my nerves." He stood up and walked over to me.

"Look, she's not okay right now. I mean, she's just not emotionally or mentally stable."

"What's your point?" I seethed.

"Do you love her?" My eyes widened. This is not a discussion I want to have with him right now. And no, I don't love her

"Yes." God Dammit I love her. I stared at him, waiting for a response.

"Don't let her fall for you."

"Wha-"

"It will only hurt her." My eyes widened. I was stunned was what he just told me. I quickly changed back to glaring at him. "Right now she can't handle this. Don't put that on her." He paused for a moment. "Does she... already love you?" He asked sounding scared of the answer.

"What do you think kid. Ive been abusing her of a year." Tears pooled in his eyes after I said that, but he didn't let them flow over. 

"Okay." He slowly nodded. "Just, don't let her." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." And with that, I disappeared and left to my room.

When I got there, I sat at my desk with my head in my hands.

"Oh, shit. What am I going to do," I groaned. I looked up and stared at my wall. He was right though. It will only hurt her.

Mabel's POV

After he left I laid down in bed for a while. I wasn't exactly tired, more like emotionally drained. I didn't want to do anything besides just lay here.

I tried falling asleep, but eventually, hunger won over and I decided to et up and find the kitchen. 

I wandered around the hallways for a while until I stumbled upon the kitchen. I had no way to really tell time, but I was assuming it was somewhere breakfast.

I searched through the fridge for something to eat, and ended up just eating a banana. I grabbed one from the counter and started to peel and eat.

"Hey," I whipped my head around to see Bill walking in.

"Hey," was all I managed to say back. He pointed at the empty banana peel.

"Did you eat?" I nodded

"Yeah."

"Then here," he held his hand out, revealing two white pills. "Take these." I stared at them.

"Where-"

"Dipper gave them to me."

"Oh." I reached out and took the pills from his hands and swallowed them with a drink of water.

"Those should help."

"Yeah, they will." I bit my lip. Neither of us said anything for a couple minutes. "Bill, about last night. I-"

"Look Star, you should probably just forget about last night." His expression turned cold. "I'm glad I talked to you and made you feel better," He rolled his eyes, "But forget about what happened. Okay." I stared at him, shocked. I thought-

"Okay," I quietly said and walked past him out of the kitchen. I walked back to my room and shut the door behind me. I wanted to lock it, but there was no lock. Yeah, why the Hell would my captor give me a lock? I sat on the floor at the foot of my bed and hugged my knees to my chest.

I didn't know why I was upset. I shouldn't be. He was right, last night didn't mean anything.

But it did. My thoughts betrayed me. I shook my head.

"No, it didn't." I stared at the ground and forced my tears away. But no matter how much I told my self that nothing happened, or that it didn't mean anything to him...

It meant something to me.