My Angel

Chapter 18

(This chapter is safe from violence)

He just looked at you. At first, when he first opened the door, he had a face full of anger and hate. Probably wondering who in the world would be over the protective fence during the middle of the night of a storm. Then he saw you and his eyes widen, "(Y/N)?"

You looked at him with pleading eyes, "Dipper...please. Please help me." You felt like you were going to pass out and your knees were extremely weak.

"W-What happened to you?" Dipper asked. He was actually very concern about this.

Tears started to stream down your eyes, "Please..." Then your knees gave you and you would have fallen but Dipper caught you.

"Let's get you out of the cold." He whispered.

Then he picked you up bridal style and used his magic to close the door. The house seemed so warm and quiet. He snuggle more into his chest to feel his warmth. You were so cold.

He went up the stairs and took you to a bedroom. He gently set you down on the bed and took a better look at you, "Gosh...who did this to you?" He asked.

You just shook your head. You didn't want to talk about it...don't want to think about it.

He gently brushed back you soak hair from your face and behind your ear, "Don't worry, you're safe now. Let's get you cleaned up and a bath after that."

Dipper then notice something and he placed his hand on your bad shoulder. You whimpered as he added a bit of pressure. Dipper muttered something under his breath. Then he headed to the dresser and pulled out scissors.

"(Y/N), your shoulder is dislocated, I need to put it back in place but I need to see where I need to pop it back in place. For that I need the shirt off...but I don't want to make things worse so I need to cut it. Alright? I'm not going to do anything." He whispered gently as he sat on the bed, "I promise."

You didn't respond so Dipper took that as a yes.

He moved some of your hair out of the way and cut down at the back of the shirt. He cut it straight through. You saw Dipper's eyes widen a little, "Holy mother..."

You closed your eyes and tears streamed down them. you knew he could see the bruises, cuts, and whatever was back there on your back. The marks that your father gave you.

Dipper cleared his throat as he tried to move on from looking at the marks. He pulled down the sleeve to see your shoulder. Dipper gently ran his fingers against your skin, feeling where the bones were.

"Alright, I can pop it back in place. It's going to hurt, I'm not going to lie." Dipper replied.

"H-Have you d-d-done this b-before?" You stuttered.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

You gave a small whimper. He place his hands on your shoulder and you, using your good arm, grabbed the sleeve of Dipper's shirt.

"On three okay?" Dipper asked.

You nod your head.

"Alright...ready...one."

Dipper then popped your shoulder back in place. You scream out in pain as you tighten the grip on his shirt. Dipper then held you as you cried a little, "Two and three..." He muttered. Then he kissed the top of your head, "It's just going to throb for a while but it's fine. Let's get to the other things."

He then went back to the dresser and pulled out tweezers. He started to pull out the glass from your body.

"I can smell the alcohol on you, (Y/N). Was it you or someone else?" Dipper asked.