God Girls Are Confusing...

Chapter 6

"That was the worst thing you could've possibly done old man." Dusting growled through clenched teeth. His eyes looked like demon eyes, filled with rage and bloodlust. Dustin slowly took a step forward, then his father clipped him in the side of the head with a punch and went down again.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Your a kid. And I own you." Dustin's father said. He looked down on Dustin. He was absolutely livid, and kicked Dustin in the ribs. Scarlett ran out of her front door and pushed Dustin's father away from him, just before another kick landed.
"Who the hell are you?" Dustin's step father sneered at her. She was scared, very scared. She wasn't the type to involve herself in meaningless fighting. But she stood over Dustin as he held his ribs.
"Get out of my way kid." Dustin's father said angrily, and back handed Scarlett. She fell to the ground and held her face, crying from the pain. Dustin looked over, saw her clutching her face and crying. Then he stood up, ignoring the pain in his ribs and check.
"You... BASTARD." Dustin said angrily. He approached his father, and he was punched again. But Dustin didn't fall this time, his head just jerked to the side. He continued to advance on on his father. And when he got close enough, he right hooked him in the face, sending him into his car door and down to the ground.
Then Dustin was on top of him, holding the collar of his shirt and repeatedly punching him in the face. Until his father's face was swollen and bruised, his nose bleeding profusely. Dustin stood up, then picked up his father. Who was still barely conscious. He pulled his face towards his and growled in his face.
"Leave now. And if you ever come back I will kill you. I swear to it you old bastard." And dropped him. He scurried into the seat of his old truck and veered out into the street. The speed down the street and disappeared behind a row of houses.
Dustin turned to see Lizzi handing an ice pack to Scarlett, who wasn't crying anymore and sitting in the lawn. He walked over and leaned down to take a look at her face.
"Lemme look at your face." Dustin said calmly to Scarlett, who moved her hand and allowed his to look. Dustin examined it and gave her the ice pack back.
"You'll have a good bruise because he hit you with his ring, there's also a small cut. But you'll be fine in a few days. It'll all heal over." Dustin said and stood up. Cracked his neck and knuckles, then started to walk away. But he stumbled and fell to the ground, holding his chest. Scarlett hurried over and helped him up. He pushed her away from him and stood wobbly on both legs.
"Dustin come on please, my mom's a doctor, she can help." Scarlett pleaded.
"I don't need your Damn help... I'm fine." Dustin said calmly. However he wasn't so sure about that himself. He felt as if those boots that his father were wearing had broken a rib or two. The color had left his face, and his chest hurt like hell.
"Dustin please go with her." Lizzi pleaded. She was starting to cry, tears already were swelling up in here eyes. "Please big bro."
"Take me to her..." Dustin said quietly, and followed slowly as Scarlett walked to her house.
Scarlett burst through the front door and yelled her mom's name, and she came in very quickly, alongside her father. They both had a look of shock when Dustin walked in behind her, clutching his chest and bleeding slowly from his nose and cheek. Her father rushed over and took him under the arm, helping him into the living room.
"Honey what happened?" Her mother Clary asked.
"His step father came to his house. And they got into a fight. He kicked Dustin in the ribs with a really heavy boot." Clary explained.
"Honey get me a pair of scissors, I need to cut his shirt open to see if he has an damage to his skin." Clary said to Mark, Scarletts father. He came back a minute later with a pair of scissors and cut open Dustin's white T shirt. The first thing Clary noticed were the jagged scars around his Abs and chest, which were extremely developed for his age. Then she noticed the large scrap on his chest, right below the line of his left pec. He pressed on it, the bone gave way easily and she was able to press his skin deeper than it should.
"Two of his ribs are broken. He needs to go to a hospital." She said to no one in particular. Dustin was still awake however, and decided to speak out to this.
"I'd... rather not." Dustin said as strong as he could. But his face was drained was blood and his voice strained.
"Dustin if my mom says you need to go to a hospital, you need to go to a hospital." Scarlett said, she had a tint of worry in the tone of her voice.
"I don't need to listen to you people." He said louder, attempting to act strong.
"Kid you need to go. If your ribs are broken that means the chances of them being the same are very slim if you don't." Said Scarletts father.
"I don't want to." Dustin said, he was getting worked up. Clary turned and whispered something to Mark, who didn't react much.
"I said get him some water." She said louder so he actually heard. What she had actually said was "drug the water with some sleeping medication. We'll take him to a hospital and get him fixed up before he even wakes up." So Mark left and came back with some water.
Dustin drank it gratefully, but started feeling sleepy. He passed out a few moments later.
Clary and Mark drove Dustin to a hospital while Scarlett stayed in Dustin's house with Lizzi. They chatted and played video games and watched a movie, and Dustin was brought into the house a few hours later, still asleep from the medication. Scarlett showed the way to his room, and they carried him up and played him on his bed.
Scarlett stopped in the doorway and looked back at him. He looked peaceful when he was sleeping. Calm, kind faced, normal. She felt like she was supposed to have met this kid, was supposed to be friends with him. So she made a decision. She would be his friend, no matter what. Then she left the room, letting Dustin sleep in peace.