the broken | dallas winston

(3) the blue mustang

Scarlett Curtis:

I wake up to the sound of beeping and the awful smell of the hospital. I groan as I realize I'm in the hospital. It's quiet, too quiet for me. I try and stretch but everything hurts and I don't know why.

I look down and see bandages down my arms and bruises all over my legs. I lift my hand to my head and feel stitches on my right cheek. I winced when I touch it, the throbbing being worse than I expected.

Holy shit, Mikey's dead.

It all just came crashing down on me. For a second, I forgot everything that happened tonight. I wish I can forget what happened but I know I'll never forget. I close my eyes, my mind filling up with images of what I saw.

Mikey was lying on the ground, he was all bloody and bruised, he was dead.

Dead.

My best friend is dead and it's all because of me and that stupid blue mustang. The pain I feel is replaced by anger. I know who was driving that stupid car and I know why he crashed into me. Bob Sheldon is an asshole, an asshole that made me kill my friend.

I try and get out of the hospital bed, I wanna kill him. I need to kill him. If I don't take my anger out on him it'll come out on someone else and I can't afford that, I want him to feel the pain I feel right now.

The second my feet touch the ground, someone is standing in the doorway. I look up and meet the eyes that belong to my older brother. It's been a long time since I've seen my brother cry but he is, right now in this moment. He's crying because he probably thought I was dead too.

He rushes over and pulls me into one of the tightest hugs I have ever had. My body aches all over and him holding me so tightly doesn't help but I refuse to move. I just wanna be held for a little. It sounds soft of me but I really need someone.

"He's dead," I whisper against his chest. "He's really gone."

"I know, kid," He whispers back as he soothingly rubs my back. "I'm so sorry."

I hold back a sob from escaping. There has been times were I cried in front of my brothers but I don't think I have the energy to let out anymore emotions. We pull away from each other and I instantly wipe my eyes, hoping he didn't see the tears.

"Where is everyone?" I ask him.

"I told them all to go home and get some rest," He tells me. "Avery and Lizzie have been discharged and they're back at the house now."

Darry pauses for a moment, "Someone refused to leave though."

I smile a little, thinking that my twin was the one who didn't wanna leave me. Darry steps out of the way and my heart drops when I realize I was wrong. I never expected to see Dallas Winston leaning against the doorway to my hospital room in the middle of the night but here he was standing there in all of his glory.

"Hi, Dal," I say softly as I try to think of why he could have possibly wanted to stay with me.

"Because he's protective of you,"

I close my eyes to try and get Mikey's voice out of my head but I can't. He was right, Dally is protective of me and him being here right now proves that. I open my eyes to see Dally rushing toward me. I'm expecting him to roughly grab my shoulder and shake me as he screams at me for being an idiot. Or maybe he will smack me on the back of the head. Out of everything I thought Dallas would do, hugging me was definitely not an option.

But here we are, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. I'm shocked, more shocked than I think I'm showing right now. I have never ever hugged Dallas Winston before and I'm afraid this first hug will be our last.

"How you feeling?" He asks as he sits down in one of the chairs in my room. How is he acting as if he didn't just hug me. I stand in the same place shocked for a moment. I look up to see Darry smirking at me and Dallas patiently waiting for my answer.

"Uh I'm fine," I say even though I feel like complete shit but I know Dally wouldn't care if I went down the list of all of my injuries.

"You look tough with them stitches," Dally says with a smirk as he looks up at me. I laugh a little but I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I wanna punch myself for blushing in front of him, something I never do, but I really can't help it right now.

"And I look tough without them too," I say with sass as I cross my arms over my chest. He laughs a little and shakes his head at my attitude. I look down and see I'm in a hospital gown and instantly become embarrassed. It hangs loosely off my body since it's not tied tight at all and my bruised and scarred legs are out on display for Dallas Winston to see.

I cringe to myself as I sit down in the bed and pull the blanket up to cover my legs. Darry sits down on the edge of my bed.

"I ain't mad at ya," Darry says randomly which makes me look up at him. I sigh when I realize Avery and Lizzie must have told the whole story.

"You should be," I admit. "We shouldn't have been going to that party. We were bored, wanted to start some trouble."

Darry lets out a small laugh, "Sound like Dal."

My head perks up and I look over at Dal who is smirking to himself, "You went?"

"Yeah for the same reason you did," He says. "It was boring, no one there to mess with."

"That's cause Bob and his friends weren't there," I say in a low voice, anger building up inside me. Even if I was quiet, they both heard me.

"Was he bothering you?" Darry asks which makes me gulp. Bob is the reason I crashed the car, he's the reason Mikey is dead. I shake my head and stay quiet for a moment before I speak, I can't cry in front of Dally.

"He was the one who hit us," I tell them. "He hit us in the back and made me crash into another car. I saw the blue mustang."

Darry sighs as he puts his head in his hands but Dallas sits there with no emotion. After a second, he stands up and storms out of the room. I know where he's going, he's going to find Bob.