My New Step-Brother - Part 7

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My eyes stung as the harsh morning light spilled into the room. For a moment, everything felt fine and then the memory of the night before flooded me and I wanted to cry all over again.

He couldn't do this. It simply wasn't fair. Just because Dustin was a homophobic piece of shit, didn't mean that he got to dictate how I lived my life. A fire began to burn inside me, and as nervous as the brute made me the night before, I was going to confront him.

I pulled on my clothes, thundered down the stairs and found him exactly where I expected to.

"We need to talk" I growled, closing the living room door and sitting down opposite him.

He barely acknowledged me, but I didn't care. I was running completely on anger, and Dustin was going to listen to me whether he liked it or not.

"I know you hate me because I'm gay" I said, as calmly as I possibly could, and Dustin continued to watch the tele.

"And I don't care if you hate me, because I don't particularly like you either, but you can't stop me from seeing Tucker".

He scoffed.

"So... Well, so I'm going to keep seeing him".

A silence fell for a moment before Dustin slowly turned his head toward me. His eyes burned into me as they narrowed, and once again I felt an uneasy feeling being in the same room as him.

"No" he said simply, "you're not".

For a moment I was speechless. Did this man realise how cruel he was being, for no reason other than his own bigotry?

"You can't stop me" I said shakily, "I'm a grown man, and so is Tucker".

Dustin sneered, baring his grinding teeth before throwing something toward me. I grabbed what turned out to be my own phone and glared at him.

"Where did you get this?" I snapped, opening it to see what he had done.

"In your room" he shrugged, and turned back to the television.

"My room?!" I barked, "you went into my bedroom?!"

"In my house" he said flippantly, and I felt a knot form in my stomach as I searched through the phone.

"What did you do?" I asked, panicked.

Dustin didn't reply, but it was quite clear what he had done. Tucker was no longer a contact in my phone, all of our messages were gone, and as far as I knew, there was no other way to reach the young man.

"You fucking prick!" I shouted, and my mom pushed open the door.

"What's going on in here?" She shrieked, and Dustin shrugged.

"Your son is psychotic, honey" he smiled, and I couldn't help myself anymore.

I lunged at the disgusting creature, raining punches down on him as my mom screamed and Dustin growled. My fists found his thick skull, causing a pained gasp as I drove them into him over and over again.

My mom was doing her best to drag me back, but my will to kill the horrible man was too strong, and it was only when Dustin managed to get to his feet and reached for a large ornate vase, that I stopped.

It was too late however, I had done enough to enrage the man beyond words, and as the vase smashed across my head, I instantly fell to the floor.

Everything became darker and my entire body felt numb. I could hear my mom howling as she ran from the living room to phone an ambulance, and as my eyelids began to close, Dustin appeared above me.

I did my best to fight unconsciousness, but an unnatural tiredness washed over me as Dustin crouched down.

"Do you even need these if you're a faggot?" He smirked, and a burning pain began to soar into my stomach as he squeezed my balls.

"Now be a good little fairy and go to sleep"

Another thud landed and instantly I was out.

An incessant beep sounded. Over and over and over again. All I could focus on was the beep, the irritating, constant fucking beep.

For a moment I wondered if I was dead, but the pain in my head proved otherwise. I'd attacked him, and if I opened my eyes and he was in the room, I'd do it again.

Thankfully, the room was empty, but that wasn't the only surprise. I wasn't in my room, I was in a hospital room, in a hospital bed, with a hospital gown.

"Fuck" I sighed, and felt for my forehead, running my fingers across a number of stitches.

I lay in the bed and stared at the ceiling. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? Only yesterday I was kissing the man of my dreams under the pouring rain, and now I was in hospital and my mom probably hated me.

"Good afternoon" an elderly doctor said as he walked into the room.

I attempted a smile at him, but he didn't return it.

"A concussion perhaps" he said, reading from his clipboard, "and a nice little scar no doubt".

His tone was cold, and I instantly decided that I didn't like him.

"Can I go then?" I asked, equally as cool.

"Soon" he said, and shone his torch into each of my eyes.

"I expect they'll collect you shortly".

"They needn't bother" I growled, and reached for my phone "my mom can come on her own".

"Oh not your parents" the doctor added with something of a scoff, and I glanced up at him.

The man walked to the end of my bed and pulled back the blue blanket, and my eyes widened instantly.

"Looks like attacking your own father wasn't the smartest move, was it?" He asked rhetorically, and walked from the room.

I was frozen in place as I stared down at my ankle. A steel cuff was wrapped around it, attached to the bar on the bed. I was stunned. How could my mom allow this to happen? I felt sick.

As I lay there, all I could do was cry. I'd never been in trouble with the police before, and yet here I was, chained to the bed like a criminal. Perhaps they'd change their mind when I explained how homophobic and horrible Dustin truly was.

After an hour of sobbing, the door opened once more. My heart hammered in my chest as two police officers walked inside, followed by the man I hated above everyone else.

"You've been discharged" one of the officers said, and just like the doctor, he sounded bitterly cold.

"You're under arrest for assault, you do not have to say anything"

The man continued to read me my rights as I glared at Dustin. I could see the swelling where I'd punched him, but it was clear to see who had come out worse.

"He... He hit me with a fucking vase!" I snapped, as the officer un-cuffed my ankle, "look at my fucking head!"

"Calm down or this will be a lot harsher than it needs to be" the younger man said to me, grabbing my arm and leading me from the bed.

"No!" I snapped, "he's a fucking bigot, he's trying to control my life!"

"I'm not going to tell you again" the officer growled, and Dustin continued to sneer at me.

"Dustin!" I shouted, my wrists being pulled behind my back, "drop the charges! My mom will fucking hate you for this!"

The man scoffed.

"It was your mom's idea, you dumb little poof".

I stared between the two police officers, my eyes wide and my mouth open.

"Hello!" I snapped, "did you just hear what he said?!"

"Shut up" the older officer snapped, and began dragging me toward the door.

"This is bullshit!" I roared as I was dragged into the hallway.

I didn't care that other people were now watching me. It was too late to worry about any of that now. Staff and patients gawped at me as the two officers pulled me, struggling, toward the door in nothing more than a hospital gown and pair of handcuffs.

"Have fun, Jayden" Dustin called after me, and I managed to twist myself around to see him as he hung back.

"I fucking hate you!" I howled at him, but the evil man simply laughed.

I was led barefoot over to the cruiser as the rain poured down on us. Part of me was glad that my tears were washed away, but my entire body shook with a mixture of rage and fear. Was it my mom's decision?

As was my luck, she had seen me attack him first, but did she know why? Did she know that her monster of a partner had tormented me to that point? That he'd forced me to take such drastic action?

As the two officers shoved me into the back and got into the front, I sighed. This wasn't me. I didn't do things like this, but I had done it. I had attacked Dustin, and made a scene in the hospital, and it was all because of Tucker.

"You finished your little tantrum?" The older man snarled, glaring at me through the rear view mirror.

I ignored him.

"Fucking nancies" he smirked under his breath, and I couldn't believe my ears.

There was no point trying to argue with the police when I sat handcuffed in the back, but I certainly wouldn't be forgetting this.

As I sat back in the chair, I looked out into the rain and watched as a young man ran toward the hospital. I wondered what he was running toward. Perhaps a dying relative, maybe a new born baby.

The cruiser began to move, getting closer to the man and suddenly I recognised him.

"TUCKER!" I roared, and the two officers jumped with fright.

"TUCKER OVER HERE!"

The sirens switched on, drowning out any hope of him seeing me, and we drove off with speed. I followed him with my eyes, straining my neck until we turned a corner.

He was looking for me! Which meant he still liked me. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy despite my current situation, and sighed with relief.

"Vile" the driver snarled, and I glared back at him through the rear view mirror.

"If my son acted like that, I'd disown him".

"If your son acts like that, give him my number and I'll be his new daddy" I hissed back, and the look of disgust on his face made the following hours worth it.