Hiya guys, so a bit of a DISCLAIMER for this one, theres a bit of a trigger warning for this chapter just incase anyone reading this doesn't want to. Theres a bit of a forced scene, but don't worry! Nothing bad happens! All will be clear at the end.
Mabel got home at around one in the morning. Using the keys to the gift shop doors and opting to take the longer route to bed so she wouldn't wake Stan. She hadn't realised she'd been crying until she shut the door and there was no wind to stifle her quiet sniffs, the salty tears now wiping away any trace of Wendy from her lips.
She felt exhausted and drained, a big drop from the excitement and thrill she'd experienced just an hour earlier. Tip-toeing through the house up to her room she peeled off her dress, letting it drop to the floor in a messy pile, and pulled on the Love God hoody Wendy had let her take home. It still smelt like her. Despite her bright choice of clothing she felt angry and almost bitter, sitting on the edge of her bed she let her head fall into her hands. Wendy had kissed her. She's the one who pushed Mabel against the railing and taken her lips, not the other way around. So where did she get off thinking she could just run away afterwards?
Hauling her tired body to the bathroom she took in her appearance in the mirror. Her hair stood tall in a now lopsided ponytail, chestnut locks falling behind her right shoulder. She almost laughed at the smudged lipstick around her mouth, it almost made her look like a bad clown and she hastily wiped it away. Washing the rest of her face quickly she dragged her feet over the wooden floor and picked up her phone. 1:46am. She groaned and flopped onto the mattress. She was exhausted but knew sleep wouldn't come easy so she sent a text to Dipper telling him about the whole night, even the kiss but in slightly less graphic detail than she remembered it. She also told him about how the dreams had stopped. Knowing there wouldn't be a reply till morning she put the phone down and pulled her quilt up to her chin, closing her eyes forcefully she hoped sleep would just take her away.
Mabel woke with a jolt, the triangular light beam being the only thing illuminating the room, her sleepy vision trying to accustom to the darkness. Her door closed with a click and she instantly pressed her body against her bed frame hoping that whatever just entered wouldn't see her. She made out a figure in the darkness ominously making its way towards her, step by step. Instinctively, Mabel grabbed her latest scrapbook on the desk next to her and hurled it towards the figure, a painful thud echoing around the room, followed by a weirdly feminine cry.
"Wendy?" Mabel's small voice called, now regretting throwing such a heavy object.
"Yeah Mabel," Followed a strained reply, Wendy's body and face slowly coming into focus as she rubbed her shoulder where the book had made perfect – albeit painful – contact. "Why'd you throw a book at me?" Questioned the girl who had run from Mabel hours before, now weirdly wearing her usual attire.
"You deserved it for breaking and entering, as well as leaving me at the party," Admitted Mabel, trying to make her voice sound assertive but probably just sounding clingy. She pulled her knees close to her body and wrapped her arms round them, eyes watching Wendy make her way closer to the bed. "Why are you here?" She wanted to know why Wendy had come so late, she also wanted to know why she'd gone after Robbie but was probably going to need to pry a bit more for that one.
"I wanted to see you," smiled Wendy, as she sat on the edge of Mabel's bed, her hand resting just next the twin's foot. Mabel was so tired, she was also confused and Wendy was being so weird. She knew she shouldn't have let her drink so much but she didn't want to be a buzz kill. Remaining quiet she observed Wendy's slow movements, inching closer to Mabel every second. "We never got to finish what we started,"
Trying to squeeze further into her corner Mabel pushed her quilt away towards Wendy, creating a barrier between them. The cold air enveloping her immediately. "We didn't get to finish because you ran after Robbie," Mabel exploded, her anger pouring out. She was thankful Stan was a deep sleeper and that his bedroom was on the other side of the shack.
"It was a mistake, Mabes," Purred Wendy, who was know kneeling on the bed slowly unbuttoning her flannel so Mabel could see her white shirt underneath. "I know you want this as much as I do," continued the stripping redhead.
Mabel's heart couldn't take much more of this. "I don't want anything from you right now," She stuttered "I want- I want you out of my room. I want you to leave me alone right now," Her voice quivered. Watching Wendy throw her flannel to the floor and pull off her shirt to reveal her bra was creating a gaping hole in Mabel's head that lost every reasonable decision she could make.
"Don't be so lame, Mabel, have some fun for once," A now annoyed Wendy was saying in nothing but jeans and a black lace bra. She flung the quilt to the floor impatiently, almost taking pleasure in seeing Mabel flinch at the action. Mabel was beginning to get scared and she pushed Wendy back hoping to snap her out of whatever she was in. It definitely didn't work. Wendy's face distorted to an angry snarl and she pulled at Mabel's ankles so she was lying flat on the bed. Second after, the taller girl climbed onto her, her knees either side of Mabel trapping her down. "We're going to have some fun," She grinned maniacally, leaning down and roughly kissing the girl beneath, biting Mabel's lower lip harshly.
Mabel's body was screaming for Wendy to continue but her heart and mind were terrified that Wendy – the girl she loved - was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. Panting heavily she tried to kick Wendy off her, but she didn't have the energy and her eyes shut tightly, the tears breaking through. Wendy's cold hands slipped below Mabel's (Wendy's) hoody, sharp nails scraping over the soft flesh.
"Please Wendy, don't," begged Mabel, her body now frozen with shock. She felt betrayed and panicked. This is it.
"I know you want this, shut up and take it," barked what used to be her Wendy. Mabel just choked back a sob and she felt her shorts being removed and a foreign hand gripping the top of her underwear, fingers snaking in evilly.
"No- No Wendy," Was all that Mabel could utter as her world began to fall apart in front of her "Wendy I love you, please stop," She pleaded, entire body shaking.
Then, she woke up.
She screamed, a harsh noise breaking through the quiet early morning. Her hair was a mess, she'd been crying in her sleep and her quilt was halfway across the room from where she'd kicked it in the night. Sweat covered her entire body and her muscles were tight and sore. For a few second Mabel thought it had been real but as things slowed down and her mind became rational again she eventually calmed down from her psychotic state.
She could hear Grunkle Stan introducing a new tour to the Shack and was glad no one had heard her cry. Her phone beeped, showing messages from Dipper and three missed called from Wendy. She wasn't stable enough to deal with this now. She felt violated, traumatised even, yet she knew it had been a dream. Everything had been so real and life-like, she could feel Wendy touching her, smell the alcohol in her. So she sat in her bed for god knows how long, staring at her phone and wishing she could find the energy to look at it.
Finally, after much internal debate, she got to her feet and opened Dippers texts. She groaned internally as he'd sent one of the longest texts she'd ever seen, but it also made her happy – typical Dipper. He told her that he wished he could be there for her, and not to get disheartened. Harder said than done, Dips. He said not to blame Wendy too much, as she might be going through some things too. Neither of us knew if she liked girls at all, so kissing your first one might make you a little bit confused. Mabel couldn't help but agree, it's hard to come to terms with, and she always liked to look for the best in people. Wendy was one of the realest people in the world; she had to remember that she has struggles too.
She had to focus when Dipper got to the theories of recurring dreams. Something about revealing the presence of unresolved conflicts or stresses. This made sense that she'd started having them, and when everything was going so well they had stopped almost immediately. But ever since the incidence at the party it had happened again and she shivered just recollecting the memory. He told her that maybe doing a bit of research on dreams would help her understand stuff a bit more, she agreed and sent him a long(ish) thank you reply, finally feeling some of the weight on her shoulders lift.
After Googling what her dream meant it had shown a few possible theories; She was feeling humiliated, someone had hurt her, she'd felt betrayed or even nervous about sex.
Well then, looks like she knew what the problem was.
Well, there ya go, hope it was alright. Let me know if you think I should change the rating to M, I'm still a bit new to this!
Liv
