I just kind of through this story together... So no big deal if you don't like it, and if you don't, please don't send me a review talking about how bad it is. If you wanna see this story continue, please send me a review. Cause, I'm not so sure I'm gonna continue it, or just leave it as a one-shot, type thing. - Grace.

Warning: Violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders.

Steve's Point Of View.

I had just been kicked out of my house for the third time this week, by my father. I was planning on heading over to the Curtis' for a place to sleep for the night. I really wasn't in the best mood,it always pissed me off to have my dad kick me out.

He had thrown me out of the door, which made me trip off the porch. I'd fallen on my leg wrong and it was now hurting something awful. I was trying to distract myself by kicking a rock down the road, when I'd notice I was awfully close to Johnny's house. I stopped in my tracks once I heard some screams, watching the house closely.

I heard more than a few curses from Johnny's dad, I assumed. It wasn't a secret that Johnny was abused, hell we were all abused in some way, but it was something different witnessing it. Johnny had been literally kicked out of the house and unto the ground.

"Get your stupid ass out of here, no good hood!" Every word came with another kick to Johnny's frail body.

It didn't take long for me to react, I rushed over, socking his dad in the jaw and grabbing a hold of Johnny. I scrambled away, practically carrying him, when we got out of range. I set him down against a tree, he was breathing hard and clutching his midsection.

"You okay, Johnny Cake?" I questioned, using my arm to wipe my forehead.

"Yea." Johnny took a deep breath and tried to stand up.

His balance was way off so I helped him to walk. We didn't need to discuss where we were going, the answer was obvious. It was pretty late, probably two or three, the guys were probably all asleep. We didn't talk, just walked.

I heard a car, and glanced behind me at instinct. It was a mustang, and I sighed hoping we'd make it in time. I didn't bother telling Johnny it'd just make him panic. I ignored it, expecting them to not even bother. They drove around the park we were near, three times before pulling in front of us. They stepped out of the car, grins plastered on their ugly faces.

"Oh, hey greasers! What are you doing out so late? Running away from home?" A Soc in a blue shirt asked.

I glanced at Johnny, his eyes were closed and he was tense. I growled low in my throat, trying to keep my temper in line. There were five of them, and only two of us. I hadn't seen these kind of Socs yet. They actually reminded me of Dallas in a strange way, they had a tough vibe around them.

"Well listen here, okay greasers? We have some friends coming soon, and we thought we'd have ourselves a little fun. Would you two trash heaps like to be the guests of disgrace?" They all snickered at that like it was the funniest thing.

"You bastards better get the hell away from us!" I yelled at them, losing my cool. They all laughed, their smug faces radiating that they thought they were better than us. "And wipe those pathetic, smug faces off!" I said, in an afterthought.

"Watch your mouth, grease." One of the slightly larger guys warned.

"For you? Hell no." I retorted smartly.

I heard a car rev up and park beside the other, four more boys climbing out and joining us. Crap. Johnny looked like he was about to make a run for it, I wouldn't have blamed him, in fact I'd probably join him. But, we were surrounded.

"This grease has a mouth on him, doesn't he boys?" The big guy said, followed by laughter.

"I think we outta teach him a lesson about back talking his superiors." One guy said from behind me, grabbing me quickly to keep me from being able to punch him.

Another guy stepped forward, drawing his fist back and punching me square in the face. It was packed with force, and if it hadn't been for the guy behind me, I would have fallen. A few other guys came forward, each giving a few punches.

"Boys, let's take them behind one of these buildings so no one will see." Another guy suggested.

They grabbed Johnny easily, smirking at his lack of energy.

They tried to grab me, but I wasn't going to have it. I kicked and punched as much as I could, forcing them to literally drag me. When we got behind the building, they started beating us senseless. I knew it wasn't any use fighting back, but I sure as hell did. I did manage to get one good punch in, breaking a guy's nose even.

When I couldn't fight back, out of exhaustion and pain, they leaned me against a wall making two guys keep an eye on me.

I glanced over to where Johnny was, a guy was tying his hands together with a rope. Johnny was bruised up and scratched all over. It was gonna be like last time.

I struggled to keep breathing, it felt like my ribs were broken. I fought to stay awake, to fight back, but I couldn't. Before I knew it, my hands were being tied together. I could barely manage to look at Johnny, he was on the floor, sobs wracking his body as they continued to kick and punch, laughing.

What they did next was sickening, they grabbed out a knife, and grabbed one of his arms. They carved the word "hood" in as slow as they could. If Johnny's mouth hadn't been covered, he'd probably be screaming out in pure pain.

They pulled off his shirt and put him on the ground, face down. The guy with the knife carved the word 'grease' over and over again. They also managed to carve 'Soc's Win'. Johnny had stopped moving and now lay completely motionless, I didn't even doubt that he was passed out.

After they were done, they advanced on me. I couldn't stop the shaking sob from escaping my mouth. They smirked in superiority, I spit at them.

They grabbed unto me rather quickly, holding me down. I kicked, and punched, and tried to escape. It wasn't any use. They pulled up my shirt, using the same knife to carve 'grease' and 'hood' then used it just to slice a few slashes. It stung like something else, and I bit my tongue to keep from screaming, they wouldn't get that enjoyment.

After a few minutes, there were a few sirens, must've scared them since they took off, quickly unwrapping the ropes on my hands and Johnny's. I got up, doubling over in pain. I bit my tongue, looking around for a pay-phone. My eyes found one and I walked to it, dialing quickly.

"Hello?" It was Soda's voice, drowsy and coarse.

"Soda? It's Steve."

"Steve? What the hell? It's like three in the morning."

"I know," I coughed up some blood, and glanced at Johnny who was still passed out. "Listen buddy, me and Johnny got jumped, we're a block away form the DX."

"We're coming." He hung up, and I slid down the wall, resting my arms on my knees.

Johnny groaned slightly, trying to sit up. He glanced at me.

"Hey Johnny."

He nodded slightly, afriad to talk.

I glanced down at myself, covered slightly in blood and groaned, it was worse than I thought. My whole body was aching, I think Johnny was worse off though. Shakes were wracking through his body, he was breathing deeply trying to calm himself.

A heard a car drive by and remembered we were behind a building, I slowly got up and walked around the side, very slowly. The car saw me and drove up to me. Soda, Darry, Dally, and Two-bit all jumped out, running up to me.

"Are you okay? Where's Johnny? The Socs gone? Look at your face, man!" Were just a few of the questions thrown at me.

"Johnny, behind the building." I said quickly, moving so I was leaning against the car.

Dallas and Darry took off, leaving Soda and Two-Bit with me.

I shut my eyes tightly, to keep from sobbing. The pain was really starting to catch up to me.

"It'll be okay, buddy." Soda said, helping me up and over, into the bed of the truck.

Johnny's Point of View.

I was in so much pain, I could barely even see, my eyes were all blurred up from tears. I heard strong voices, but couldn't make them out. They sounded sorta like Soc's, I hoped it wasn't. I couldn't take any more pain.

I tried to open my eyes wider, shaking my head to get my vision back. I felt a pair of strong hands lift me up and panicked. I started struggling around, I didn't want to be attacked again, I just wanted to die.

Hope you enjoyed! - Grace.