God Girls Are Confusing...

Chapter 3

Dustin went home. Said screw you as the lady at the front desk attempted to stop him from leaving. But leave is what he did. Stepped out the door, and walked home. His sister was who greeted him at the door, when he knocked after he found it locked.
Elizabeth Stone was a small girl, only 9 years old. She was a small framed person, skinny and short, with two scarlet eyes, which they both received from their mother. Elizabeth had bright pink hair which went down to her lower thigh. She dyed it permanently when she was 8 and permanent it was. She was the exact opposite of Dustin. While Dustin was mean and scary looking, Elizabeth was kind, and had a sweet aura about her that welcomed people.
"What are you doing home? You have school." Elizabeth asked confused.
"Where's mom?" Dustin asked coldly. This put Elizabeth into a state of worry, as he was always nice to his sister.
"Shes not home. Won't be for a few days because of work or something." She responded. Dustin moved past her and walked up into his room. He ignored his sister as she tried to call out to him, tried to ask him if he was ok. He slammed his door when he entered his room, and began blasting hardcore screamo music from his Bluetooth speakers. Elizabeth was used to this kind of behavior, but he seemed fine this morning. She was also used to the music, but usually is wasn't this loud. Clearly he was trying to block everything out. But someone wasn't so used to this music.
When Scarlett came home and stepped off the bus she was greeted by deep growling and rock music coming from her neighbors house. It was probably the worst music she's ever heard. She stepped into her front door and walked up to her room, then peered out through her window. The room that was across from hers on the neighbors house had the blinds shut, as it always did. She knew the family, and that the single mother that lived there had a sin and a daughter. And she herself had met the daughter on multiple occasions. But never had she met the son. Apparently he liked screamo, that's apparent. But Scarlett thought it'd eventually turn down or off completely, so she ignored it.
One hour went by, didn't turn off. Two hours, three, four, five, six. It was now seven pm. And dark out. She peered through the window, very annoyed at this point. She could see into the room, the faint outline of a desk and dresser. But no sign of anybody. But she was fed up.
Scarlett tromped over to the house and knocked violently on the door. It was Elizabeth who answered the door.
"Oh hello Scarlett, how are you?" The little girl asked happily. Elizabeth was quite fond of Scarlett, and Scarlett was fond of Elizabeth in the same way. So whenever they saw each other they were happy.
"I'm fine for the most part. Can I speak to your mother?" Scarlett replied after a minute of thinking.
"Shes not home. She won't be for a few days." Elizabeth replied.
"Are you home alone? Are you playing that music?" Scarlett asked, astounded at the thought of this sweet little girl playing such terrible songs.
"No my brother is home, and it's him playing the music." She said, a frown had formed on her face and she had sadness in her eyes. "He's in a bad mood. He even blew me off when I tried to talk to him. He never does that."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Can you ask him to turn it down please? Keep it in your house?" Scarlett asked, sympathy in her voice. Elizabeth nodded and turned around.
"BRO!" She yelled up the stairs. "CAN YOU TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN??"
"Shut up shorty!" Came from the upper level of the house. There was clearly anger in his voice.
"Can I come in? I'll try talking to him." Scarlett asked respectfully. Elizabeth nodded her head yes, and Scarlett walked up the stairs, the music continuing to get louder as she approached the room.
The room was a medium size, with three of its walls grey and one a sky blue. There was a full size bed in one corner and a closet directly across from it. The desk and dresser she had seen were directly next to the door, and posters of bands and anime covered the walls. In one if the corners there was a large punching bag hanging from the ceiling. And on a pull up bar that was embedded in the wall directly next to that was a teenage boy. The boy was shirtless and dripping sweat, with a pair of grey sweatpants on as bottoms, and no shoes. But what she noticed easiest were the scars.
His back and arms were covered in them. Long, jagged ones stretched across his back, occasionally a medium size smooth one. His arms had small smooth ones that were a strange white color. It was a horrible sight, a teenage boy having to have endured such terrible wounds. She could help herself.
"What happened to your back...?" She was shocked, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. The boy dropped to the ground, sending small droplets of sweat across the floor. The boy turned around, and Scarlett was greeted with an all to familiar face. "Dustin?"
"What the hell are you doing here." He said coldly. He walked over to a set of speakers and turned them off. Scarlett noticed his stomach had large jagged scars as well, but not as many as his back. "How did you get in my house."
"Elizabeth... I'm your neighbor." She said, still staring at his scars. His was totally jacked, with a six pack and large pecs. But even so she had more sorry in her voice than she did anything else.
"Riveting. You can leave now." He said, again very coldly.
"What happened t-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence. Dustin turned around and walked over to her, pushed had against a wall and punched it, right next to her face.
"Its none of your business. I said leave." He said angrily. But as she stared into his eyes she could see he was in pain, physical and emotional. But even so she was scared and left the room. She ran downstairs, said goodbye to Elizabeth and ran back to her own home. She ran to her room, and jumped into her bed. She couldn't shake the thought of those scars from her head as she attempted to think straight.