For those of you who are following my story Pastless, I am sorry that i started this one without finishing that one, but i will still upload. Please enjoy, and review!
Pony's POV
Johnny and I were walking home from school when the trouble started. I heard honking from behind and I glanced over my shoulder to see a fancy car following us. My heart dropped into my feet. Oh-no! I shot a look at Johnny. He looked scared. His eyes were wide and were focused on the distance, but he played it cool, hooking his thumbs in his pockets and striding down the sidewalk. Honestly I didn't know how he could keep his cool at a time like this. My heart was hammering and I was started to sweat. I knew we were gonna get jumped.
The convertible pulled up next to us and five socs jumped out. Johnny and I took of running. We weren't fast enough. I was tackled from behind and I hit the ground, hard. My face slid along the sidewalk and I could feel warm blood dripping from my lips. Johnny let out a yelp. I was rolled over on my back and then flung against a wall. Johnny landed right next to me. The socs were laughing and all I could do was sit there like well…a sitting duck. One of them pulled a blade and ran the tip along my cheek, slicing it. I cried out as moor blood dripped from my face. Next to me I could hear Johnny getting his insides beat out. I started screaming and was rewarded with a couple of slugs to the jaw.
"Shut up!" one shouted in my face.
When I didn't stop I got another punch to the face and then felt the biting steel of the blade sink into my side. I yelled even louder as hot pain flared up my body. I guess the socs were satisfied cause they took off running. I sank to the ground and lay on the sidewalk, bleeding from my face and side. Johnny's face appeared above me. A dark bruise was already growing under his left eye and he was a little cut up. He looked worried. Why was he worried? Oh yeah, I was bleeding, I remember now.
"Pony? Pony can you hear me?" he shouted.
"I can hear ya, Johnny, now quit shouting," I snapped.
I was already bruised and cut and now he was gonna make me go deaf. This was not my day. Johnny reached over and set a hand over my wound. I yelped and tried to scoot away from him.
"Ow! Quit that Johnny!" I exclaimed.
"Come on, Pony, we gotta get ya to a hospital, you need stitches or something," Johnny said.
I shook my head. "No, no hospitals."
For one thing, I hated hospitals. They stuck me with needles and hooked me up to tubes and the doctors scared the heck outta me. And second, Darry didn't have the money for that. He already had enough to worry about without having to pay for hospital bills.
"Well then at least let me get Steve to patch ya up, he's good at stitches," Johnny told me.
I shook my head again. "Steve wouldn't tell Soda and then Soda would tell Darry and then Darry would make me go to the hospital."
"Well you can't just lay here and bleed to death!"
I turned my head towards him. His eyes were big and his eyebrows were scrunched in a frown.
"You gotta do it," I said.
Instantly Johnny went pale. His eyes grew even wider and his mouth opened in a silent stammer. Finally he got his words out.
"I-I can't do it Pony," he gasped, "I'd do something wrong, I just know I would."
"Johnny please," I begged, "I don't want to worry Darry, just stitch it up. Soda and Darry are at work so we can do it at my house."
Johnny was still looking pale but he exhaled slowly and nodded.
"Alright, Pone," he said.
He helped me up and the minute I was on my feet the world started to spin. I was lightheaded and my side was screaming in protest. I shook my head and let out a breath. Johnny helped me stagger back to my house and then I fell back on the couch. I was seriously dizzy now and I just wish someone would hold the room still.
"Pony, where's the needle and thread," Johnny demanded.
"Darry's bed," I mumbled.
Johnny came back moments later with a first-aid kick, a needle and thread, and a bottle of alcohol. I swallowed hard. Darry had only stitched me up once before, but I can tell you it hurt like nothing I had ever felt.
Johnny was biting his lip and his hands were shaking. Great, if he didn't calm down I was bound to end up looking like a pin cushion. Johnny knelt down beside me and lifted up my shirt, grimacing at the sight. He looked up at me with sorry eyes.
"This is gonna hurt, Pony," he warned.
I nodded. "Just get it over with."
Johnny helped me onto the floor and then placed a towel beneath me. I didn't see why, I already got blood stains on the couch. Johnny uncapped the alcohol and I turned my face away, not wanted to see when he was gonna do it. Pain shot up my body the instant the liquid connected with the gash. I screamed and arched my back, trying to move away, but Johnny sat down on my legs, keeping me in place. When he finished with the alcohol I slumped back, panting and sweating.
Johnny cleaned off the needle and then started stitching up my side. Since I was pretty much numb with pain, this part wasn't so bad. When my buddy was done he bandaged the wound and then got off of me. I looked up at him.
"Thanks Johnny, but next time I ask you to stitch me up, just say no," I panted.
Okay, I know it totally sucked and I'm sorry for that. It was also kinda random, so as the story goes I'll try and make it not so random. Suggestions are accepted and thanks for reading. Please R&R.