The Quiet Kid

10. Whispers

Hey, I know it's two chapters within the span of two hours. But I wanted to get this one out too.

I'm writing this little authors note after I finished writing it. So just going to say, good luck.

It's 6 AM and I have to work in eight hours, so I'm going to go to bed.

Dipper had Bill pull over at the end of his street, as he had noticed his father's truck in the driveway.

He glanced at the clock, seeing he still had about five minutes until his father expected him to be home.

So he sat in Bill's car, not moving.

"I can walk you to the door if you'd like." Bill offered. Dipper shook his head.

Not necessary. But thank you. Don't want to be early. He might think I ditched my last class. Dipper signed.

Bill nodded. He offered Dipper his phone. Dipper took it and scrolled through Bill's music library until he picked a song, not really paying attention to what it was. 

Once the song ended Dipper knew he had to go.

I should get going. Dipper signed.

"Yeah, I don't want you to get in trouble." Bill said, "I'll see you Monday Pine Tree."

Dipper went to grab the handle but felt as though something was wrong. Like he was forgetting something.

Dipper looked back at Bill, who looked slightly confused but offered a supportive smile.

Instinct took over and Dipper leaned in, connecting their lips. Bill froze, not leaning in, but not leaning away. After a couple of seconds, Dipper pulled away, his face as red as a tomato. He signed bye without looking up, and quickly got out of the car, grabbing his backpack and walked towards his house. Not looking back for a second.

Dipper didn't hear Bill's truck pull away, but he doubted Bill was still parked there by the time he got to his front door.

Dipper walked into his house, quietly walking toward his room. He almost made it to his room.

"Well well well." His father said, making Dipper tense up.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Going to let your boyfriend in through the window?" His father said cruelly.

He saw Bill and I!? Dipper thought, his mind starting to panic.

"If I would have known I would have gotten a son who's mute and a fag I would have had your bitch of a mother get an abortion." His father snapped. He threw a beer bottle dangerously close to Dipper's head.

"If you wouldn't have practically killed your sister I wouldn't be stuck with you. You'd be your whore mother's problem." His father said.

Don't talk about my Mom like that! Dipper wrote out on paper quickly.

Dipper's father walked up to him and slapped him across the face.

"If you want to say something, then you can use your voice!" He said. He advanced on Dipper.

Dipper tried to open his mouth to talk but his father punched him in the face, making Dipper roughly hit the wall behind him.

He continuously hit Dipper, shouting insults at him, until Dipper fell to the floor weakened and beaten, tears streaming down his face.

He hadn't cried while his father had beaten him since the first time his father beat him. Tears only seemed to encourage him. However, his father's psychopathic behavior was almost unpredictable.

Dipper now lay in a pile of broken glass, bleeding from several places, tears streaming down his face, as his father shouted insults at him, continuously kicking him and throwing things at him, mostly old beer bottles. Small pieces of glass were stuck in his arm.

"Useless!"

Kick.

"Worthless!"

Shatter.

"Fag!"

Kick.

"How does it feel to be a worthless fag kid!? Maybe if you wouldn't have practically killed your sister you wouldn't be so fucking worthless!" His father yelled. He had run out of bottles, so he stuck to kicking Dipper in the stomach.

"Maybe you should kill yourself." His father said, "Or maybe I could just do it for you! Who would even miss you, other than that blonde boyfriend of yours!"

Does he know what Bill looks like? Is Bill safe from him?

Dipper didn't care about his own safety. But Dipper knew if his father did end up killing him, Bill would be in trouble too.

He didn't want to risk harming Bill.

His father stepped away for a moment, probably to grab more bottles.

Dipper felt like dying.

He wanted to die.

But something in him told him he needed to keep going.

To try and make it through this. To save Bill.

He needed to find a way out.

Dipper knew he couldn't run. He couldn't even get up, let alone run away.

He needed help.

He desperately looked around for anything that could help him. Any way at all to escape from the psychopath he had called a father.

Dipper spotted his phone a few feet away from him. He reached out for it, his fingertips barely brushing it.

He stretched out desperately but it was just out of his grip.

He scooted closer, broken glass embedding itself into his side. He ignored the pain as he managed to get his phone.

He wanted to call the police, but he wouldn't be able to communicate with them.

He wouldn't have enough time to text anyone, his father would be back any second.

He looked down at his phone. Time almost seemed to freeze.

He looked down and saw a message from Bill.

He looked up and saw his father walking back towards him.

He looked back down at his phone and in his last seconds before his father was attacking him again and he hit Call.

It ran as his father walked toward him again. A knife in his hand.

The phone picked up as his father stood over him.

"Pine Tree? Hello? What's wrong?" Bill's worried voice came faintly from the phone.

Dipper, too weak to move, too scared to move, so he did the only thing he could think of. No way to communicate to Bill.

Dipper screamed.