God Girls Are Confusing...

Chapter 4

Scarlett was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was trying to get the thought of Dustins scars out of her head. But she couldn't.
"What could've caused those kinds of jagged scars...?" She whispered to herself. She was right to be curious. The scars were long and jagged, but in straight lines. Like his skin had been torn. She couldn't help but think about it, until something hit her window from the outside. She walked over slowly and pulled back the curtains, only to see Dustin standing at his window holding a large piece of paper that said "Outside. Now." On it. Then he disappeared.
She was waiting outside, standing in the cold of the night. It was November, so the nights got dark fast, even tho it was only 7:45 pm. Dustin walked outside and leaned against the wall of the house across from her. He stood there silently, his hair covering his face. Scarlett couldn't help but have a feeling of fear, a small knot in her stomach.
"You ever tell anyone what you saw. You die. Clear?" Dustin said flatly. He didn't look up from the ground, but from behind his hair than hung down on his neck she could see the slightly whiter part of his skin. Yet another scar.
"As crystal..." Scarlett replied quietly. She didn't know what to do, but she wanted to ask how he'd got them. Apparently he could tell.
"You got something you say?" He said coldly. No agitation, but no other emotion in it either.
"How did you get them..?" She asked quietly.
"Does it matter." He said flatly.
"I guess not. I just was wondering is all.." She replied quickly get softly.
Dustin himself didn't know what to do. He didn't trust her, didn't like her, and didn't like talking to her. But he saw no reason why he couldn't tell her.
"My father." He said calmly.
"Your dad did that to you? Why? How? That's crazy." Scarlett replied. She was shocked.
"He whipped me. With a bullwhip. If I ever misbehaved he would whip me. If I ever did something to a level under his approval, he would whip me. Across my back, my stomach, once even my neck. He swung the whip so hard the leather ripped my skin when it impacted. That's why there so jagged." Dustin explain. Showing no emotion what so ever.
"That's terrible. I feel so bad for you." Scarlett replied. She didn't know what else to say.
"Don't feel bad for someone you don't know. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it." He said slowly.
"What do you mean by that?" She said quizzically.
"Nothing. I've already told you too much." He replied quickly and turned to leave.
"Wait I have one more question. How did you get the small smooth looking ones up your arms??" She said quickly. He stopped suddenly, and turned to look at her. His hair flipped out of the way of his green eye slightly, and she could see the pain in it from that question.
"That's non of your business. Nor will it ever be. Stay away from me." Dustin said quickly and quietly, then turned and walked back into his house. Scarlett turned and went back inside her own house. She was trying to process the information she had just received, but just couldn't wrap her head around it. She laid in her room for about an hour, and before she knew it it was 9:50. She heard talking and walked over to her window. She looked across the gap and into Dustins room. He was kneeling down and looking up into Elizabeth's eyes. He was smiling and looking up into her eyes. Then Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her back. He pulled her away and patted her head.
"It's time for bed shorty." She could barely hear Dustin say. And Elizabeth nodded and walked out of the room. Dustin stood up and looked around his room, and noticed her from across, staring in through his window. He walked Dover and was about to pull his drapes closed when Scarlett held her hand up in a sign saying wait on minute. He stood there impatiently while she grabbed a note book and wrote large words onto it. It was a large note book, so she could write quite a few large words on it.
Do you have a notebook you can use to write?
He scuttled around for a minute and came back with a large notebook and a pen.
What do you want.
So you can smile.
Obviously. I just choose not to around people like you.
What does that mean?
It means I don't smile around people I don't like.
Why are you so mean to people?
Because all people have gotten me in the past is pain.
So you don't trust anyone?
No. I don't.
Can we be friends???
No.
Why not??
Because I don't want friends.
But you need them!
No. I don't.
Fine. I will not stop trying to be your friend until you give in.
Good luck.
Your so mean!
Kinda the point moron.
I'm going to bed!
Be my guest.
With that he literally threw the notebook behind him and walked off to the back if his room. The back corner with the punching bag a visible if she stood in the corner of her own room, so she watched what he did. He must've changed before he walked to the punching bag, because when he got to it he was wearing a grey flexy tank top with like green lining and shorts of the same material and color as the lining.
He put on a pair of padded gloves she assumed were for boxing, and began punching the bag. He was very skilled and focused, moving with perfect accuracy and punching with precise aim. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, moving side to side, every now and then doing a mock duck or dodge. She watched as the muscles in his arms contracted and relaxed, and watched the scars on his forearms stretch and move when his fists impacted the bag. Eventually he stopped after awhile and his lights went off, so Scarlett assumed he went to bed and went to bed herself. But not before having a long think thonk about all the information she had been given today.