Mabel's POV
"Agh," I screamed as I hit the wall and bounced off of it onto the ground.
"You think you can talk to me that way!" he picked my up by an arm and pinned me to the wall. "You think a worthless slut like you can talk to me that way?" I cowered under him, hoping he would stop. "Keep hoping sweetheart," he seethed. "It won't happen." He threw me on the ground again. "I give you one rule. Make him think you're okay. And what do you do? You fucking scream at me and shut down when he mentions your pathetic scars!" I sat up and backed away from him.
"I-I'm sorry. Please, I-" I was cut off when he grabbed me by my throat.
"Don't sit there and beg for me to stop. It's weak. And pathetic. Just like you." He squeezed my neck tighter. I tried to move his hand, but I wasn't strong enough to even budge it. Finally, when I was about to pass out, he let go and I fell over, my lungs screaming for air.
"I- t-tried-"
"You didn't try hard enough!" I flinched at his voice. "Stand up," he said sternly. I shook and struggled to find the strength to stand, but eventually, I did, shaking and holding my bruised neck. "Now look at me." I slowly glanced up at him. He walked towards me and backed me into a wall, pinning me there.
"I'll do better. I just-" I was cut off when his lips crashed on mine. He pressed his body on mine. And I hated it. I thought it wouldn't happen for a while with Dipper being back, but here I was again. When he finally pulled back, he smirked.
"Don't do it again. Got it?" I nodded and looked at the floor. "Good. Now go tell him it's okay. Tell your mother you had a small argument, and tell Dipper you don't want to talk about your scars, and that you stopped." I shut my eyes. We both knew that was a lie.
"Okay, I will." I looked up and he was gone. I took a few minutes to compose myself, then walked downstairs. I saw Dipper and my mom sitting on the couch.
"Hey, Dipper. I'm sorry for getting mad. I'm just a little stressed out lately." I smiled and tried to signal him to play along. Luckily we're twins so he caught on pretty quick.
"Oh, yeah it's fine. I know I shouldn't have left you for so long."
"No, I'm glad you got a chance to go do that." I smiled and looked at my mom. "Um, could you excuse us for a moment."
"Uh, sure sweetie. Dinners almost ready though."
"Alright." I waved Dipper over and ran up to his room, shutting the door when we were both inside.
"Hey. Listen, Mabel. I didn't mean to set you off, I just-"
"It wasn't your fault. I promise. I just don't want to talk about it. Okay?"
"But, we need to. Mabel, I can help you if you let me." No, you can't
"I don't need you to. I stopped cutting, I promise. It was just a couple times, but I don't do it anymore. I'm getting better."
"You are?" His eyes were full of so much hope. I know he wanted to believe I was okay just as much as I wanted to be okay. So I would tell him I was. And he would believe me. I just need to make him believe.
"I really am. I think the side effects of the gun only last for so long." I gave him a reassuring smile which he returned.
"Alright. But do you promise to tell me if it gets worse?"
"I promise." It was silent for a moment before I broke it. "Awkward sibling hug?" Dipper chuckled
"Awkward sibling hug." He walked over to me and we wrapped our arms around each other. The hug lasted longer than they usually do, but I think we both needed it.
"Pat pat."
"Kids! Come down for dinner!"
"Coming!" Dipper yelled as we both ran down the stairs. We grabbed our plates and dished our food off the stove. Tonight was spaghetti and meatballs, one of Dipper's favorites. Probably a welcome home present from my mom.
The three of us sat down at the table and started eating. Dad was on a late night work trip.
"So," my mom started. "You guys are turning 17 in a couple weeks."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," I said sarcastically, stuffing my mouth full of noodles.
"What do you guys want to do?" My mom raised an eyebrow.
"Umm," I glanced at Dipper. "I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"We could just do a big party here?" Dipper asked hopefully to our mom.
"Well, I guess that could work. I'll start texting our family and you guys get a hold of your friends." I looked down. I didn't really have any friends. But Dipper's friends would be fun to hang out with. I saw Dipper and mom on their phones, texting invitations so I pulled out mine, and pretended to text to, even though I didn't have anyone to text. My only contacts were Dipper's, my parent's, and the phone that our grunkles share.
When they were done, I put my phone down and we continued to eat in silence. I decided I lost my appetite and excused myself to go to my room and sleep.
That was my first mistake.
When I got up there, Bill was waiting. And he was in a weird mood. He was just standing in the corner, glaring at me. It set me off a little. To be fair, when an all powerful demon who controls your life seems mad, it can be a little scary.
I tried to ignore him and get ready for bed. But he just kept glaring at me. Finally, right before I got in bed, I asked him about it.
"Bill, did I do something wrong." He looked away from me
"No," He practically growled making me jump a little.
"O-Okay." I climbed into bed, hoping he wouldn't bug me. Sadly that hope wasn't long lived.