Your Beauty, Your Beast
Chapter Three
The Next Morning-
(Dipper)
I wake up naked and in loads of pain.
Bruises and hickies cover my body.
What happened...?
Gideon's what happened.
I gasp as I realize what he did.
He raped me.
"Oh my God..." I say to myself.
"You so enjoyed it last night," Gideon says next to me.
I turn to him and kick his pathetic d*ck.
"ARGH! You b*tch!" He yells.
"ARGH! You rapist!" I mock.
"Fous le camp de ma maison!" I snap.
[Translation: Get the hell out of my house!]
"Ceci est ma maison maintenant salope," he says in French.
He... He spoke in French!
I gasp as I realize what he said.
[Translation: This is my house now sl*t.]
He grabs my shoulders and throws me against the wall.
I crumble to the ground, but he pins me to the wall.
"Je te baiserais encore si je n'avais pas à aller à la chasse," he growls, spitting on me.
[Translation: I'd f*ck you again if I didn't have to go hunting.]
He pushes me against the wall one last time, and leaves me to cry.
With shaky hands I put on thick clothes to hide my embarrassment.
I head into town with my head down.
Untrue words make me want to die.
"I heard Dipper was begging for Gideon! What a wh*re!"
"Ick. I could hear Mason... It was disgusting. They aren't even married!"
I want to die.
"So... it's a hookup thing..."
"I believe so! I heard Dipper asked Gideon to bring Tyler next time!"
"Mason is such a sl*t!"
I want to die.
People just stare as I walk past.
If only they knew.
I should tell them the truth.
...but it's not like they'll believe me.
I stop at the bakery and greet Mr. Durland.
"Bonjour Monsieur. Puis-je acheter un pain?" I ask.
[Translation: Good morning sir. May I buy a loaf of bread?]
Mr. Durland sighs.
"Je pensais que tu étais un bon enfant. Je suis assez déçu," he frowns.
[Translation: I thought you were a good kid. I'm quite disappointed.]
A few tears fall from my face.
"Il m'a violée... Je n'ai rien fait de mal!"
[Translation: He raped me. I didn't do anything wrong!]
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Your Beauty, Your Beast
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