A/N Darry, Pony and Johnny may be slightly OOC, but it is meant to be like that for this portion of the story.
Chapter 1
"What do you want!"? I screamed stumbling out of bed to answer the person knocking on our door. I opened it, completely unaware of what would be standing outside of it. It was Johnny- I mean I'm use to seeing him beat up something horrible, but this was worse, far worse than ever. He had blood streaming down his face and underneath his eyes and nose. It looked as if someone had taken a butcher knife and sliced the right side of his face.
Johnny had flesh torn right off his arms, as wall as his face also. There were cuts and bruises all down his body. His cloths were ragged and torn to pieces, also drenched with blood. He looked as if he had just got out of a war zone, as apposed to having a night alone with his mother and father.
" Pony, man, I need to stay with y'all for a few days! Please. I just have to; I can't possibly go back home to Ma and Father, not right now. Johnny basically screamed at me.
" Yeah of course, come on in." I said. But, golly did it bother me to see him like this. As he walked through the door, I noticed a golf ball sized slice of his flesh just hanging from his leg and bruises all down his back.
" Wait, Johnny! Can…. Can we take you to the doctor's? This isn't good."
" NO PONY! It's no worse than usual, I put up with this all the time why is now any different?
" Because Johnny, it is worse than usual! I've seen you through so many of these beatings and abuse sessions. This is worse than usual, you got to believe me. We have to take you to the doctor! I screeched at him. –This made me feel terrible; the poor kid already was having a rough day. His best friend yelling at him sure isn't going to make it any better.
" N… No.. Pony." He said and then immediately afterward he collapsed.
" Johnny" I screamed and started shaking him. He was lethargic and pretty soon he passed out. I did the only thing I could think of. "DARRY GET OUT HERE!" I screamed and ran to his bedroom. " DARRY DARRY DARRY! Get up its Johnny… He's passed out on the stairs!
" Whoa, Ponyboy Michel Curtis, what do you think you're doing running around at 8:30 A.M. screaming like a chicken!
"I'm sorry Darry, but you got to get up we have to take Johnny to the hospital."
" What? OK give me a minute to get up and dressed and we'll be out. Pony; go try to get him in the car.
"OK Darry."
It wasn't too difficult either, getting an average height and slightly underfed boy in the car. I got him in it and buckled him, just for safety and hopped in h seat next to him, just as Darry ran out of the house and got in the driver's seat.
"How'd this happen, Pony?"
" Same as usual, Darry, his Mother and Father."
" That poor kid, I'd love to take him in too, like I have with you and Soda, but I don't know how we'd do it. We're all ready having issues with the court letting me keep you two.
" Darry, we could find someway, couldn't we, anything's got to be better than what he's got.
" I don't know Ponyboy, I don't know.