Alone

Chapter 24

Mabel's POV

I laid in bed for a few hours while the medication kicks in. It did about an hour ago, but I still felt like shit. Though, there was a noticeable difference. For one, my migraine a had gone to a slight throbbing. And I was in a better mood in general, so that was good.

Eventually, I pushed the covers off and slid out of bed. I walked over to the bathroom to wash my face but realized I hadn't showered in a while. 

After closing the bathroom door, I got undressed and jumped in the shower. I didn't take too long, mostly because I was actually hungry now. So I just did the basics. Washed my hair, my face, and anything else that felt dirty. 

When I felt moderately clean, I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I bent down to pick up my clothes, only to throw them back on the floor realizing how dirty they were. 

I quickly ran out to my room and grabbed my suitcase that I brought. I pulled out some jean shorts and a sweater with my Shootingstar on it. I thought it was kind of ironic to wear it, but I didn't care. It was still my favorite sweater.

I walked back into the bathroom to get dressed and brush out my hair. Right when I was almost done, I heard a knock at the door.

"Shootingstar, can I come in?"

"There's still no lock," I called back. He opened the door and walked in with a bowl in his hand.

"You know, you could just say yes and skip the sarcasm."

"I could," I said flatly and walked out of the bathroom to meet him. "But I won't." He smirked

"Well I see someones feeling better," he said sarcastically. "Nice sweater." He still knew I was actually feeling better, but that didn't wipe the sarcastic tone with him. Hypocrite. "Yes, I am." I couldn't help but smile at that. Whatever, it was probably just the medication giving me a serotonin high.

"So, um, did you need something?" I ran my hand through my wet hair.

"Yeah, I brought you some soup." He held out the bowl to me. I glanced up from the bowl to meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"So, you suddenly care?" He rolled his eyes.

"I've always cared Star." He smirked. "I need you to stay alive, remember." I glared at him. I was getting pissed that he kept doing this. "Just take this please." I hesitated for a moment.

"No." His eyes narrowed at me.

"What?"

"No," I simply said. If he was going to play this game, then so was I. Looking past him, I walked out of the room. I heard him groan.

"Star, get back here." I kept walking until I reached the kitchen. Bill quickly ran in after me and set the soup on the counter. "Hey! Stop." I didn't respond and opened the fridge. "Star!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the door.

"Hey- let-" I pulled back on his arm and tried to push away from him but he just grabbed the other arm.

"Mabel, you need to stop this. It's getting old." He grabbed both of my arms.

"Shut up!" I tried to twist away but he pinned me to the wall.

"Star! I'm sick of this. You need to snap out of it."

"I'm sick of you!" I kept struggling against him. I finally just stopped and went limp against the wall, still being held by his hands.

"Star, I-"

"Why do you keep doing this? What the fuck are you playing at?" I stared at him looking for an answer. He just squinted his eyes at me and shook his head.

"I don't know-"

"Don't pretend you don't know! You know what I'm talking about! The constant caring then covering it up with lies. Your constant acting like your worrying then pretending not to." I glanced down. "I- I- I-" 

"Star-"

"No!" I tried to struggle again.

"Star, listen to me."

"No!" I looked back up at him. "Just leave me-" I was cut off when his head tilted down, his lips meeting mine. At first, I almost melted into it, but I quickly pulled away and ducked out. I backed away from him and stared at him wide eyed and panting. He turned around to see me, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Star-" I turned around and ran from him. "Star, wait!" I heard him chasing me. I tried to run away but my eyes started over flowing with tears and I couldn't see. But I kept running from him, not wanting to see him again. I kept running and heard him behind me yelling. I kept running until,

"Ahg!" I tripped on something and fell on to the floor. I quickly sat up and leaned against a wall. 

"Star, are you-" I started crying and stuffed my head in my knees.

"Just go away!" I cried into my legs.

"I- I thought-"

"No! I told you I'm sick of this! Of this game you're playing with me."

"I'm not playing a game, I'm just trying to-"

"Well, I'm trying too!" I snapped my head up, my tear stained face meeting his worried one. "I'm trying to understand any of this, but I'm so confused, and lost, and- and- and-" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I know I'm not okay right now, but you need to stop this. I can sit here in this house and let you take power from me and let you keep me away from my family. That I can do. But I can't be a part of this game you want to play. Either quit doing this to me and leave me alone or admit that you love me too!" I screamed that last part, and my face turned red and I looked away when I realized what I had said. "I- I mean, that you, love me. Not that I- I mean, I just-"

"Star-" he started but I didn't let him finish. Instead, I stood up and ran away again. This time he didn't follow me. 

I ran around the house until I found my room. When I got there, I rushed in and slammed the door behind me. I then put my back against it and slid down onto the floor. I was panting, but not for the running. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come out, like I had used all of them already. I hiccuped a few times, but those were the last of my sobs. 

So I just sat there on my bedroom floor, leaning against the door, like to was my only hope in keeping him away from me. But did I want him to stay away? God dammit I'm so confused.  

Bill's POV

I stood there as I watched her run away. I wanted so badly to follow her, but I didn't. Knowing she would run to her room I slowly walked there as well.

I had just turned the corner when I saw the door slam shut. I heard her muffled crying from behind the door.

I walked up to the door and wanted so badly to go into her. I raised my fist, about to knock on the door, but I quickly lowered it when I heard her thoughts.

'My only hope in keeping him away'

She didn't want me there. And Dipper was right, this would only hurt her. So I sat down and leaned my back against her door, not sure of what to do.