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"Dipper!" Mabel's voice was a shrieking whisper from outside his door. Dipper closed his journal and ran to unlock it, alarmed at her tone. He swung it open.
"Mabel? What's wrong?" Her eyes were wide with panic. It seemed a sweat had broke on her forhead not moments before. She looked side to side down the narrow hallway and shoved Dipper in the room, closing the door behind her. From across the house Dipper could faintly hear...his father? Yelling about something? His mother's sobs drifted close behind.
"Dipper! Mom got my phone while I was changing! She saw our messages! She knows! Mom knows!" Mabel cried, hands reaching for her brother. She clutched his arms and gave him a shake. His tongue was ash in his mouth. The gravity of the situation sent him reeling back, hands bracing for an anchor. He stumbled against his shelf. Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck fuck fuck no.
Dipper fought the dizzying blur of emotions, squinting to remember what the last message to her had been.
our shower was fun
God in heaven.
His father's stomps echoed down the hall, shaking the pictures along the walls. What the fuck was he going to do? Dipper's mouth was bone dry, ears ringing and legs shaking. He looked to Mabel and saw she was weeping, head in her hands. Oh God , please help them. Please. He trembled violently as he reached to hold her.
The bedroom door slammed open, knob cracking a hole in the wall. Mabel shrieked in fear. His father stood in the doorway, snarling like a mad animal, breathing in and out of his drum chest.
"You. " His father growled, pointing at Dipper. A crazed gleam in his eyes. One Dipper had never seen. He tried choking out a response but found no words. He had nothing to say. He kept his eyes on Mabel. His father charged at him, meaty fists clamping his shoulders. The man was shaking him back and forth, roaring in his face. Spittle flew as his father barked insults. Mabel broke into a wail.
"Dad! Dad, stop!" Mabel shrieked, her fists hammering into their father's arms. Dipper watched like a ghost in the corner as his mother roughly dragged his sister from the situation and into her room. He could hear her screaming.
Dipper felt like a hand on a clock. Tic toc tic toc. It was as if a plug had been pulled and all his emotions were draining out and were pooling around his feet. He's was stepping in them and smearing them across the floor like vivid paints.
"What in God's name were you thinking? Doing that to your own goddamn sister." His father spat words in his face. Never had he felt so useless. Like a drop in the river he wanted to flow away and join the ocean. Be anywhere else but here. Mabel was shrieking across the hall.
"No Mama no no no! Please don't do that! Please! P-hle-ea-ease!"
Dipper's head lolled side to side as his father paced the room. The situation became static on the radio waves. A crumbly white noise that went on and on. He couldn't listen. Couldn't hear.
"Pack up your things. We're taking you to your great uncle's." His dad growled, slamming his door so hard it knocked frames off the wall.
So what? They got to have more alone time at Grunkle Stan's anyways. They could kiss and share secrets till early in the morning. They could ride bikes to their tree fort of solitude in the woods. But Dipper got the sinking feeling that he'd be making the trip to Gravity Falls...alone.
A bang focused Dipper once more. His mother's voice shook as she spoke in a hush to Mabel across the hall. "You two can say goodbye in the morning. And then I never want to hear about...this again." Her mien warbled into a condescending squawk as she slammed Mabel's door.
Mabel was crying softly from her room. Dipper could see her now, face deep in her pillows as she sobbed. He wanted to pull her against him and breathe in tune with her. Tell her everything was going to be okay.
Just like that, wasn't it? Dipper had closed his math textbook not moments before his sister rushed in. He had been planning on telling her about an art project he was working on and needed her help with. And now? Dipper fell back on his bed, tears with no effort fell from his eyes. He could hear his sister's soft whimpers as she tried to hold in her sobs.
It was all over. Yesterday he had kissed her after her morning shower, and tomorrow he'd be on the other side of Oregon. Alone. An unfamiliar dread bubbled in his stomach, making bile rise in his throat, his fingers ached with grief. He curled into a knot, eyes wide and fixed on his walls. Littered with sticky notes and pictures, puffy stickers and food stains.
"Three more days, Dipper." The wind carried a voice to his ear and he shuddered, hugging his knees. He squeezed his eyes shut, counting back from ten. 10...don't cry. 9...oh god don't cry. 8...
"He'll take care of our berries."
Dipper's palms flew to cover his ears. He grit his teeth against the noise.
7...
"You don't think we're too close. Right...?"
6...
"How long can they keep us apart?"
God make it stop! He pressed his hands tighter. "Stop it! Stop!"
5...4...3...
"X marks the spot?"
"What about this one, bro bro? Cute uh?"
"There'll be other days, Dip."
"Stooppp! Godammit!" Dipper roared in agony. His heart seized in his chest, feeling like hot wire in a tangle. He couldn't breath. He couldn't get any air! Oh god oh fuck. His lungs constricted and he cried out a dry wheeze.
2...
1...
"Mabel?"
"Dipper?"
