They Called me a Traitor

~Chapter 11~

Mabel's POV:

"Shooting Star, I'm back."

I felt someone's gloved hand on my cheek as I slowly woke up, and I knew it was Bill.

"D-dad?"

"Yes?"

I looked up at him, and I saw all of his awful injuries. I quickly sat up and hugged him tight as I cried. He hugged me back, and talked to me quietly.

"Shooting Star, everything is ok now. They left, surrendered from that fight."

"I-it's not f-fine at all..... Y-you're hurt!"

"True, but now I'm here, with my arms around you. I will not let anyone hurt you, and I will never leave you. Because you're my daughter, and you're all I have left."

"D-don't let me be alone...."

"I promise, that if I ever am gone, that I will always come back, no matter what."

   Bill snapped his fingers, and when I looked at him I noticed his wounds were gone.

   "Y-you're ok!"

   "I couldn't bare to watch your tears fall any longer."

He smiled down at me, but I couldn't smile back, I was still worried about him. He gave me a concerned look, and I looked away before I stopped hugging him. Bill seemed hurt, and more tears formed in my eye.

   "Shooting Star-"

"N-next time..... Could I fight with you?"

"I don't want you getting hurt."

"I could hear your pain. Every hit, every crack of your bones, each drop of blood hitting the floor, all your cries in pain. Nothing could hurt me more than hearing my father suffer."

"I don't know, those bats were pretty painful."

I knew he was trying to joke with me, but all I could think about was what those bats had done to him. How many bones they had broken, how much blood had been spilled.

I cried silently, and he realized what he had said.

"My beautiful Shooting Star, everything is ok."

"I l-love you Dad."

"I love you as well, my precious daughter."

   I hugged him tightly again, and we sat there in silence for awhile. I broke the silence when I decided to ask him the question that had been on my mind.

"If I hadn't been taken, and m-mom was still here, what would it have been like to grow up with you guys?"

"Wonderful. It would have been, wonderful. You would've had your loving mother and father, and we would have had our beautiful daughter. We all would've been one happy family. But I guess I just wasn't meant to be a father."

"D-don't say that."

My eye was filled with tears, and my voice was watery. I hugged him tighter, and he did the same to me.

"You're m-my dad. And I w-wouldn't change that f-for the world."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"You fought. You did everything you could to get me back, and after fourteen years it worked."

I looked over at my clock, and I saw it was already eight.

"Bill, don't dream demons need to eat?"

"No, we don't. I mean, we can, but it's not necessary."

"Do dream demons sleep?"

"Only for the pleasure of it. But you need all the sleep you can get."

"But I'm not tired."

I had yawned through that whole sentence, and Bill seemed to find it hilarious.

"Sure you aren't."

"Fine. I'm tired, I surrender."

"That's what I thought."

I snapped my fingers, and I was in my star form again.

"I'm so small!"

"You're only fourteen, you'll get taller."

I laid down on my pillow, which now seemed huge to me, and Bill pulled the covers over me.

"Goodnight Shooting Star."

"Goodnight dad."

Bill snapped his fingers, and he was gone.

He must have gone to his study.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, and I had the most peculiar of dreams.