Hi guys. I bring you another fanfic. If I get a handful of reviews, I will add on another chapter. I know for a fact you are all annoyed with me because I never updated Decisions and Disappearances for six months. (If you didn't already know, I finished it about two weeks ago.) I deserve the cold shoulders; I had a feeling it was coming. This may possibly be my final fanfic before I leave fan fiction. I'm not sure yet.

Now I just want to warn you, if I receive high demand for a continuation, then you're gonna have to bare with me. I'll be away on vacation for a week or so, and then the following week, I have a doctor's appointment for a blood test. So you'll have to wait about a week or two for another chapter. But this is only the case if I receive high demand for a continuation.

I rated this T for mentions of abuse and child endangerment.

Enjoy

-Williebadger618

No Goodbye

Dipper's POV:

Everything seemed to happen very fast. It was unexpected. It was horrifying. It was the longest night of my entire life. But we made it through. Just like I kept telling myself and to my sister...No goodbye.

Fights were getting more and more intense the past few days between my parents. My father always seemed to be the one to blame his mistakes on everybody else besides himself. Mainly my mother. There were several occasions where if Mabel or I were in the room with him, and he broke an object or knocked something over, he would throw the blame on us...and punish us...badly. Of course though, our punishments were worse when Mom either wasn't in the room, or wasn't at home. Sometimes, these punishments would last five minutes, other times, five hours. Or longer. I seemed to get more of a blow than my twin sister. But if it meant she was okay and safe, then that's all that really mattered.

Once the fights continued to grow into more violent arguments, Mabel and I tried to keep a low profile, and stay scarce during fights between our parents. We didn't want to get blamed or punished again. It were these times where my sister and I would stick close towards each other. We faced these encounters too many times to count on our fingers. Besides, we don't want to get hurt anymore by him.

It was beginning to get difficult to hide the scars and bruises from our classmates and teachers at school. My sister and I were forced to wear long sleeved shirts, jeans down to our ankles, and sneakers tided tightly. We borrowed mom's cover-up makeup so we could hide our black and blue marks and scratches. If somebody found out, the police, and the Child Protected Services would be called to the house. Although it would be a blessing to help fix our broken family, it would also be a curse. Child Protected Services can easily separate me and Mabel, and we couldn't stand to face that chance. I can't be separated from Mabel. She can't be separated from me. I can't live this life, or any life without her. She's my best friend, and I can't lose her.

However, the past few weeks though, things at home seemed to be calming down a bit. I thought that things finally got worked out between my parents...but sadly, I was mistaken.

Sunday, November 14, 2012. Approximately 8:30pm. The night that changed my entire life.

Mabel and I had recently finished our homework, and were snuggled close to each other on the couch, watching a weird television show. I had my one arm draped over her shoulder, as her head laid gently on my chest. At times, I would glance at her, watching her sleep soundly in my arms. Keeping my eye on her made me remember that things were okay...for now. I was beginning to drift into the unconscious state as well, but I couldn't. My parents were fighting again, and this fight sounded as if it was growing bad every second. I kept trying to keep myself awake, just incase something bad arises within this house. I was very cautious.

After about five minutes or so with no loud screams from the other end of the house, I heard a huge banging sound coming from the other room. I jumped in my seat, with Mabel squealing awake in the process. My body became as stiff as a statue, while Mabel looked around the room fearfully. She was frightened. I was scared too, but I didn't show it. I cautiously stood up from the couch, and reluctantly walked towards the door frame to see what happened. Mabel made an attempt to stop me from checking, but I didn't. When I poked my head through the opening between the living room and the kitchen, I saw my mother standing up, walking to where I was with her hands around her head, and my father with a weapon in his hand, pointing it at her. My heart immediately sank. He had a weapon...he looked like he was about to fire at any minute. I was immediately frightened for my safety. For Mabel's safety. For my mother's safety. This couldn't be happening. This just wasn't real. I attempted to back away from the door frame and towards Mabel, but dad had his eyes locked on me. That's when he stopped my mother from walking, and pointed the weapon towards me. My eyes enlarged as I inhaled a shaky breath, and placed my hands behind my head.

"Dipper, what's happening?" Mabel uttered with a similar shaky breath as I inhaled. I backed towards Mabel as she got up and looked at me in confusion and fear. It wasn't long until our parents walked into the room, and she put two and two together. Immediately, she did the same pose my mother and I were in. Dad through my mother in front of us, and I tried to attempt to help her up, but dad pointed the weapon at me again, and told me to leave her there. Fearing of getting severely injured, I obeyed his orders and remained in my same position.

"Frank," mom began with tears flowing down her eyes and standing up from the floor. "Leave the kids out of it."

"They're in this mess just like you Jess." dad replied with a snarl. I heard Mabel beginning to cry slightly, but I told her to stop. But her crying intensified. And when her crying continued, dad pointed the weapon towards Mabel. "Mabel, you better knock it off now, or you're not gonna like what happens." Dad said in a sinister voice. Mabel attempted to get the waterworks together, but her emotions continued to get the better of her. Hearing Mabel sob was starting to make me upset. But I held it in. All I wanted to do, was hold Mabel. I wanted to hold her, have her safe in my arms, not wanting to let her go for a second. I knew she would want the same thing. I just didn't want either one of us, including mom, to end up getting shot. We just had to ride this out for the greater good.

"Please Frank, please leave them out of this." Mom tried again, now standing directly in front of us, shielding us from the weapon.

"No way. They're just as guilty as you are." Dad replied. I honestly didn't know what this fight was about. I think it was about money or something. "I know the three of you were planning to escape the fun house. You better tell me where that stash of money is." He said. What stash of money? What escape plan? Why were we not informed about this?

"Dipper and Mabel know nothing about the money. Just let them go." Mom asked gently.

"And risk them running out of the house and searching for authorities? Not in a million years." Dad said, stepping closer towards the three of us as we continued to move back until we made contact with the wall. I could tell Mom was getting fed up with dad. She wanted an out for us, but nothing seemed to be working for her. But the one thing I saw that was unexpected of her to do, was lunge herself towards our father, and fight him off as a distraction for us to run and hide.

"GO GO GO!" I heard mom say as she fought our father, pushing his arm towards the floor with the weapon.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed Mabel, and we made a run for the basement. It felt as if my legs were running faster than my own body down those creaky steps. But through the sounds of my sister's hysterical crying, and the continuing sound of our feet making contact with the steps, I could continue to hear the struggles of distress from the floor above. I made no attempt to go back up the staircase. I raced down those steps and followed Mabel to a dark corner in our basement. As soon as our butt's made contact with the fuzzy carpet, Mabel and I clearly heard the sound of a gunshot. Not one...not two...too many to keep track. I couldn't tell if mom got injured...or she was the one who finished the job. I just sat on the floor, hugged Mabel for dear life, and prayed this nightmare would be over soon.

"I'm scared Dipper..." Mabel said in a whisper, sniffling slightly. I looked at her, eyes locking with her's, as we both shared the same expression of fear on our faces.

"I'm scared too..." I admitted. I just continued to hold her close, not even daring to loosen my grip on her. Her arms were around me, just as tight as her head was buried into my shoulder. I kept my head up, scanning the room for the intruder and for possible weapons to defend myself with. I had to be strong. I had to be brave. For Mabel. She's all that matters.

She and I clearly heard quiet, gentle footsteps from upstairs. Fearing it was our father searching for us, we tried to remain as silent as possible, despite Mabel's constant sniffles. I motioned her to settle down, and she obeyed. I kept hugging Mabel in fear as the footsteps continued to grow towards the entrance of the basement. My stomach was clenching into knots, as I felt my shortness of breath returning. I prayed it wasn't him. I prayed it was help. But none of us called for help...were we doomed?

"Dipper?" Mabel whispered to me, as I moved my head towards her direction. "If tonight is...the end..." She began, but I cut her off.

"No, sis." I whispered to her as quietly as possible. "We're gonna make it through this, just like we always do."

"But...if something happens, I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything I've done to you to piss you off, or cause you to hate me." She replies with tears leaking through her eyes. I take my one hand and wipe them away as I felt my own tears beginning to rise in my eyes. I release another shaky breath before I reply.

"None of that matter's Mabel. I could never hate you. You're my twin sister and best friend on this earth. We'll make it through this." I say in the most positive way I could think of.

"But, if we don't..." She says, but I cut her off once more.

"No. There is no goodbye, Mabes. We're going to survive. No goodbye." I say reassuringly. She bites her lip in fear, but it only wants me to hold her tighter. No goodbye... I kept repeating in my head. This would not be the end of us. We will make it.

The footsteps from earlier resurfaced once more as I began to hear them descend down the staircase. A flashlight could be seen shining through the room, as a silhouette figure was being shown through the lamps from the room above and the brightness of the flashlight. The light had moved to the other side of the basement, buying me some time to scan my surroundings in hopes to find a weapon to help defend me. Luckily, I found my old baseball bat from when I was in the little leagues baseball camp...before I quit days after. I took my feet in attempts to grab it. Thankfully, I grabbed it just in time before the silhouette cut the corner. I removed my arms from Mabel's grasp and grabbed the bat. I then stood up, fixed my hat, and awaited for the intruder to come to me.

Mabel, astounded by my act of bravery, grabbed my ankle and looked up to me in with tearful eyes. She didn't think I would be doing this, but if it meant keeping Mabel safe, then that's all that truly mattered in my book.

"Dipper?" She uttered in a whisper tone. I looked back down at her, sent her a faint smile as I nodded my head towards her, and whispered the words I've been repeating in my mind for the last several minutes.

"No goodbye, Mabel. No goodbye." I said. As soon as i replied to Mabel, the silhouette had cut the corner completely and shined the light towards me and Mabel. Sadly to my dismay...it was not who I was hoping for.

"Hahaha." Dad said sinisterly. "I found you Dipshit." That's when I took a huge deep breath, reluctantly approached the man with the killing weapon, and waited for the right time to strike. "And of course, you're with your fucking bitch sister. She's nothing but a whore." He spat.

I felt my nose twitch in anger as he knelt down in front of me, and continue to send Mabel verbal curse words...words she knew would stick with her for a long time. My anger kept bubbling up inside of me when every single, untruthful word came out of my father's mouth. It's bad when the kids at school call her nasty names, but a blood relative? That's when he crossed the line. I took the bat and swung it so it hit him right in the head. He fell like a sack of potatoes, limp to the ground; the weapon escaping his grasp.

It took me a few moments to realize what I had done. I looked down at him; the father I use to have...now unconscious on the basement floor. After several moments with no grunts or movement, I took the tip of the baseball bat and nudged his body to see if he was still awake, and not pulling an act on me. But it was alright now. He was harmless as of right now. I heard movement from the corner I was originally hiding in, seeing Mabel rise up from the floor, looking at me with hopeful eyes. I nodded to her that it was safe to come forward. She ran towards me, embracing me with all her strength. I hugged her back just as tight, knowing this nightmare was coming to an end. She and I were safe now. That's all that mattered.

Hand in hand, we quietly ascend up the staircase back to the main floor, and back to the living room where we first left our mother. However, when we first entered back into the room, we were met with a horrifying discovery. Mom laid limp on the ground, blood making its permanent stains to the carpet. Mabel began to shed tears as I approached mom, and checked for a pulse. Luckily, I found one. Yet, it was weak.

"Is she..." Mabel uttered through her tears.

"She's still alive, but I don't know for how much longer." I reply to her, trying to get mom to wake up. But my attempts were failing. Mabel continued to cry at the scene of our potentially dead mother, as I arose from the body, approached Mabel, and just hugged her. I forced her head into my chest so she wouldn't have to see anymore of the horrifying scene in front of us. While in the embrace, I began to see flashing lights and hearing whistles of police cars beginning to drive up to the street. It wasn't too much longer when the door was kicked open and several cops fled in the house. I just continued to hold Mabel for the sake of the time she and I had left. We knew that since help was finally here, it wasn't long until CPS would arrive.

"Children, are you okay?" An officer said to us as Mabel and I continued to hold each other. Mabel made no attempt to say anything to the cop. Instead, I looked up at him, giving him the look most people give when they go through a traumatizing event. He understood. "Come along, kids." The officer said as he escorted Mabel and I out of our home and into the front yard.

While leaving the room, I could hear the cops talking about the condition our mother was in. I wouldn't know about Frank until later on in the evening. We stepped out of the house, as the cop took us to the back of a police car where we would remain here for some time. The cop, along with Mabel and I, knew that CPS was on its way, where we would soon be bombarded with many questions. It would be a while until we physically left this horrifying scene, but I just kept hoping when that time arrived, I would be leaving here with my twin.

Mabel and I never loosened our grip on each other.

A/N: Let me know if you want to see the second part; to find out what happens to the twins.

-Williebadger618