Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 8

Austin's POV

I started to move. I didn't recognize my surroundings. I was laid out on what seemed like an old beaten up bed or couch. I had to stop moving because my body was aching with pain. I heard enough movement to understand that there were people in the room with me. Did those guys take me after I blacked out? Did someone find me and take me to their house? I could tell I wasn't in the hospital, it's more calm and uncomfortable at hospitals. I figured that I should probably open my eyes if I wanted to find out.

I didn't realize how fast my eyes opened. When I started to look around I realized I was in someone's house on their couch. I went to sit up when I felt an arm push me back down. I was still sore so I winced a little at the person. 

"Oh sorry. But you should probably stay laid down, you got in a pretty bad fight." I recognized that voice. I don't know where from. When I looked at the person my eyes popped out of my head. Dallas. 

"Dallas?" I asked. He gave a slight side smile.

"Yeah it's me kid. I found you getting beat up by those socs. You remember anything?" he asked me.

"Yeah I remember showing up at your place, telling you who I was then you slamming the door in my face, walking away, getting cornered by a few teenagers, punched a few, they pinned me, and then... omg. They didn't do anything did they? I kind of backed out." I asked feeling awkward and worried at the same time. I didn't want to have to find out form my brother that I just saw after 7 years that I got raped by some teens.

"Nope they didn't get that far, I found you before they did." -- I sighed in relief-- "you put up a good fight kid. Two were huddled on the ground in pain. Didn't think you'd be able to do that." he said with a slight laugh. I laughed but winced at the pain.

"Um yeah you got 3 stiches on your face, 8 on your stomach, your lip and knuckles are busted, and you got 5 broken ribs. But 3 of them aren't from the socs, only 2. Where'd you get them form? You in an accident?" he asked. I didn't know if I should tell him.

"Umm no, it wasn't an accident I know that."-- he had a confused look on his faced. I sighed-- "Dad started to beat me after you left for New York. That's why I'm here. There was a really bad fight he umm... woke me up with a bat and started to punch me a lot. When I got away he pushed me down two flights of stairs. I hit my head pretty hard. I blacked out after that. Woke up in the hospital a few hours later. Yeah he's in jail now and a social worker told me I had to come live with you." I told him. All of the other guys had their mouths open and their eyes wide. I didn't even realize there were other people in the room. Let alone 6 other guys.

"Oh. Umm..." he started but I could tell he didn't know how to respond to that. There was a longer awkward silence after that. I decided to break the silence.

"You got any pain killers?" I asked them. Dallas handed me a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers that was on the table next to me. I took about 5. That should do. I've took more than that at once. I started to get up. I made it look like I wasn't in pain, but I really was. I started to tie my shoes. The guys all looked confused. 

"What are you doing? You just got beat pretty bad and your acting like it's no big deal. Where are you even going?" Dallas asked me. He's probably only acting like he cares because he's with his friends.

"Umm away from here. Look thanks for helping but I know when I'm not wanted. The fact that you slammed the door in my face when I told you who I was sends the message. I'll call the social worker and tell her that you don't want me here, I'll just get sent to a girls home till I'm eighteen. It's only 4 years." I told him. He looked hurt and stunned at the same time. It looks like he's never been talked to like that. 

"What no, that's not what I meant. I was just really stunned. I thought it was the alcohol playing tricks with me. You're not going to a girls home. And what do you mean it's only 4 years. 4 years is a long time to be on your own like that." he told me. Seriously he's going to go this far just because we're in front of his friends?

"Umm last time I checked you left me in New York for 7 years to live with an abusive father who literally put me in the hospital. And you don't have to actually act like you care just because you're in front of your friends. I'll just leave and we can act like this never happened." I told him. He looked hurt. Like really hurt. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. NO! Don't cry. This is literally the worse time to cry. I'm trying to look tough in front of my brother, and my emotions are telling me to cry. UGH! 

I started to walk away but I felt someone grab me. Of course it was Dallas. I yanked my arm away and grabbed my bags.

"Look thanks guys for taking care of me and bandaging me up, but I'm leaving. And Dallas you're not stopping me." I told the guys and faced my brother for the last part. They all nodded, but Dallas, Dallas now looked angry. His eyes were fuming with rage.

"I already told you. You're not leaving. For God's sake why can't you just listen for a minute. Now I know why dad beat you." he said with anger in his voice. I turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. I felt a slight tear roll down my cheek.

"And now I understand why dad said you were a bad person that should burn in hell and will never care for anyone. Hey maybe dad was the sane one here." I told him while more tears ran. His expression softened and it looked like he was about to cry. All I did was walk out the door. 

I don't know where I was going but I was getting away from Dallas Winston. I never want to see him again. I never thought he'd change this much. He used to love me. He used to take care of me. He would never tell me that. What happened?