Her hand struck his cheek. Dipper couldn't blame her, he blamed himself. It's all his fault.

Dipper's mother whipped around, facing Bill. "You!" She pointed at Bill with tears pouring from her eyes. "Get out of my house! I never want to see you again!" She screams.

Slowly, Bill grabs his keys, heading towards the door. Not even looking Dipper in the yes as he dose so. "I'll send someone over to retrieve my things," he says as the door shuts behind him.

"M-mom. I'm sorry," Dipper stutters.

A dreadful sigh leaves Dipper's mother. "Go to your room," she hisses as she stomps to the kitchen.

"Mom?" He asks.

"Go to your room!" She screams, making her son flinch. "Now!"

Suddenly, Dipper stiffens. Anger and saddens fluids over his body. Without another word, he bulls up the stairs.

"Mabel, honey. Get me my wine glass."

*

Angry, Dipper threw the family picture at the wall. The glass of the frame shattered. "Damnit!" He screams, his foot stomping the ground in a fit of anger and sadness. His fingers dug into his skull, pulling at the curly locks. "I'm such an idiot. I should've never gotten close to him," he scolded himself.

But he would have felt something even if he stayed away from Bill.

Slowly, the door to his room opens. "Dipper?" Mabel whispers, peeking her head past the door. Before she could say another word, her brother cut her off.

"Get out," he demanded, his voice low, trying to keep what little patients he had left.

"But-"

"Get out," he growls once more.

"Look, I'm sorr-"

"Get out!" He screams, eyes like knives cutting into her. "This is all your fault!" He yells, his fist shacking.

"My fault?!" Mabel throws the door open, stomping in, rage in her eyes. "I'm not the one fucking out mom's ex!" She hisses back, stabbing at her little brother's chest.

"Fuck you!" He screams. "Get out!"

"No," she says, her foot stomping on the ground.

The teen boy growls, his hand raises up, smacking her across the face.

"Now go," his voice low as tears well in Mabel's eyes.

"Fine," she bites out, biting her lower lip. She turns her back. "Mom wants you out in a week," she says, closing the door behind her.

The sudden panic and regret finally hits him. His knees buckle, tears pool his eyes as he sobs into his palms.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He dug in his pockets.

Pulling out the phone, he didn't know whether or not to pick up the call, or block the number.

Taking breath, he answered.

"What do you want?" He asks bitterly.

"Mabel called me," Bill spoke softly.

"And why would she do that?" He asks, dryly.

Bill avoided the question. "Pack some clothes, things you want and leave your phone. You won't need it. I'll buy you a new one," he says coldly.

"What are you talking about?" Dipper asks, eyes wide.

"I'm sending someone to pick you up in a few hours, three to be exacted. Get packed, ditch your phone and wait outside," the older man orders.

"Why are you doing this?" Dipper sobs.

"Because I love you," Bill says. "Now I want you to do as I said. I'll see you in a few hours," Bill says.

Dipper takes a shaky sigh. "Bill?" He whispers.

"Yes pinetree?" Bill hushes gently into thy younger's ear.

"I love you too," Dipper whispers, hanging up.

*

Dipper left his phone as he was told, he packed lightly and waited outside the house in his blue hoodie and cap.

Soon, a black car drove up to his house, the driver had purple hair. "You Dipper Pines?" He asked.

"Yeah," the boy responses, hopping into the back.

The man smiles, "not for long it isn't," he says, smirking into the rear view mirror.

The drive was fast, no safety, just speed. The car jumps, the tiers bleed on the road only suddenly coming to a stop.

"We're here," the man says in a sing song tone. Slowly, the boy stepped of the car, looking upon a apartment, in the city. "Top floor, room 166. Good luck kid." The man smirks as the door closes.

No going back.