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Chapter Two: Do You Trust Me?
Dipper rushed into the bedroom, snatching up his backpack in one swift movement. Digging to the bottom of the bag, the fifteen-year-old pulled out his cell phone and dialed the desired contact. Putting the phone to his ear, he waited as the dial tone rung. He realized his heart rate had skyrocketed since he had left the attic, and began taking deep breaths to lower his pressure. The ringing stopped abruptly, and a faint static was heard.
"Wendy?" he called, pausing for the voice on the other end of the line to speak.
"Dipper?" Wendy sounded a bit groggy. "Is that you?" She didn't sound like she had been asleep, but it did sound like she was well on her way to Slumberland.
"Yeah," he responded. "It's me."
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She sounded vaguely irritable.
"Yeah, I know what time it is." Dipper took in a deep sigh as he listen to Wendy go off on him. "But it's an emergency."
"Can't you call Stan?" the elder girl complained. "I'm sure he could handle an emergency."
"Listen, I would call Grunkle Stan first. But he and Soos won't be home for another hour," he said impatiently, heaving another sigh.
"Then you can wait for another hour," she argued. "Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it can-"
"Wendy, will you just DO THIS FOR ME!" he finished, breathing hard from his pent up anger that was waiting to be unleashed. There was a stunned silence for a few passing moments, and Dipper was struck with fear that Wendy would hang up on him. Fortunately, his fears were put to rest when she spoke her next words.
"Okay, Dip. What do you need?" Her voice seemed to calm him. He sighed in relief. He couldn't feel any worse than he did right now, snapping at Wendy. Yet she was still willing to help him. He was very lucky to have a friend like her.
"... I need you to drive Mabel to the emergency room..." He could tell that she really wanted to ask why by the way she hesitated, but he figured she knew that it wasn't the time to ask questions. That could be left for later, when she got to the Mystery Shack.
"I'm on my way," she had responded before hanging up, leaving Dipper's phone to give off the annoying beeping tone that signaled the ended call. Pressing the 'OK' button, he pocketed his phone.
Dipper turned his attention to the backpack he had dropped on the bed. He threw in random essentials, among the items were a notebook, a lighter, and a flashlight. Taking the notebook, Dipper ripped out a blank page. Scribbling down a message on the sheet, he folded it into quarters and thrust the memo into his pants pocket.
With a shaky breath, he kneeled down and pulled out his bible for the strange town from underneath the bed... 3. He debated for a while whether he should take the mysterious book with him or not, wondering if bringing the publication would serve him any use while on his mission. Before he could give himself another moment to change his mind, he stuffed it into the bag and zipped up the pocket.
A sniffle was made at the bedroom's entrance. Dipper whipped his head around to see Mabel peering behind the door opening. Only the left side of her face could be seen, her fingers grasped onto the door frame for some added support. He noticed her sweater fell limply off her shoulder, leaving her skin exposed. Her sleeve stretched and hung off her arm, the extra fabric balled up in her hand. Her sweater-clad hand made its way to her mouth, nervously nibbling at the material. She quickly spat out the sleeve in order to speak, but her hand remained close to her face.
"Dipper," she whispered. "Please don't do anything stupid..."
Mabel looked so small and helpless. He hated seeing her like this. She was such a bright and energetic individual, always being the silly type. The girl in front of him was not his twin sister. At least, the version of her he never wanted to see. He was more than ready to destroy the person who broke her spirit. Sprinting towards her, Dipper took her hands into his.
"Mabel, listen to me," he instructed to his sister. "Wendy's coming over to take you to the hospital. When you get there, ask for a rape kit. Make sure the doctors call the police."
He put emphasis on the part about having the medical professionals calling the police. The clinic was just outside of town, and he hoped that the doctors would call a station closer to there than the one in Gravity Falls. Otherwise, Dipper knew that Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland would be called on the job, and he didn't trust them in enforcing the matter.
"You've got all that?" he quizzed.
She gave a trembling nod. "But, Dipper-"
He cut her off, knowing she wanted an answer to her request.
"Hey, I've got this," he said calmly, casually pulling out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "You know I've always got a plan." Mabel's worried, tear-filled eyes remained unchanged, which told Dipper that she wasn't convinced. Shoving the strategy back into his pocket to free both of his hands, he took her head in his hands and looked her straight in her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" he asked. She bit her lip.
"You told me I couldn't trust anyone in Gravity Falls..." she said carefully.
"Mabel..." he pleaded in a whisper. There was a hitch in her breath.
"... I trust you," she promised. Dipper leaned in for an "awkward sibling hug", as the both of them had always called it. He let go of her and marched out of the room, the strap of his backpack slung over his shoulder. Mabel had followed him as he reached the stairway, until they made it to the front door. Exiting the Mystery Shack, Dipper turned around and walked backwards. He pointed to Mabel, who stayed staring worriedly at him on the porch.
"Wait for Wendy," Dipper ordered, then turned to the woods in front of him and ran into the darkness.
Mabel saw something fall out of Dipper's back pocket, fluttering down on the dusty plain. He disappeared quicker than she could reacted, so instead she went to pick it up herself. She took a rather long time to approach it, but eventually bent down and scooped up the piece of paper. She looked over the note as a pair of bright lights shined over her. Wendy drove her pick up truck up by the Mystery Shack and put it in stall. She ignored the sound of the door on the driver's side opening and shutting. Wendy had clambered out of the truck and ran over to the younger girl.
"Mabel!" Wendy shouted frantically, placing her hands around Mabel's shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Mabel's attention was on Wendy now and not the paper in her hands. She slowly nodded to the red-haired girl, but she knew her expression probably showed otherwise. Wendy let go of her shoulders, and hurried back to the truck. "C'mon, let's go!"
Mabel tried to make an effort to get into the passenger seat in a timely matter, but her attention halted when it went back to the folded piece of paper. Slowly unfolding it, Mabel read what Dipper had written on it.
Plan: Take him down!
End of Chapter Two
Author's Note: If you've been following this story since the first chapter was posted, then you may recall that it was posted as a oneshot. As I explained in my original edit, my stories for my other fandoms haven't been going over very well and I've been struggling to get all of them finished. None of my recent posts and updates haven't gotten any responses. Then top of a busy schedule (I work several part-time jobs during the week), I find it difficult to continue to write. So there was an uncertainty whether or not this would be continued as a multi-chapter story. Yet here we are with another chapter, so it's pretty clear what the decision came to be. It was because of reviews like yours that inspired me to go on. Thank you for all of your support!
21 September 2012
