First fanfic so please no flames.


"Oh God, oh God!" Johnny tore out of the shack and collapsed in the yard.

"He did it, he actually did it!" Many times he had heard his father threaten to kill his mother but never thought he would actually go through with it, let alone kill himself.

When he tried to stand back up his knees buckled under him and he felt something rising up the back of his throat. He clutched his stomach tightly and vomited till there was nothing left. Just when it was starting to get dark, he heard a familiar voice.

"Johnny, Johnny-cake!" Dallas wasn't too far off so the young greaser mustered up all his strength and yelled back.

"I'm- I'm over here!" He said surprised by how hard it was to say the simple phrase. The sound of thundering footsteps got closer until the blonde was towering over him.

"Lord almighty kid what's wrong? The gangs been lookin' all over for ya! We were afraid you got jumped," he said lighting up a cigarette."Hey what's wrong you look like you've seen a ghost?"

"They're dead Dal."

"Who's dead?" He asked shocked.

"My parents."

"What?"

"Go see for yourself."

Dally opened the door to the dilapidated house and stepped. He didn't even have to walk back to the kitchen and see the two bodies before the smell of death invaded his nose.

"Jesus," he whispered upon seeing the Cades dead on the floor. The last time he had seen anything like that was when he was back in New York. He turned around and went back to where Johnny was now sitting up.

"Yeah they're gone alright," Dallas said cooly.

"What am I gonna do Dal?" Johnny was shaking all over and resembled a lost puppy more than ever.

"First off, have a cancer stick it'll calm you down," he said handing him one of his own."Then I guess we should go tell the gang what happened and Darry can call the cops."

"Alright just give me a minute to get up," Johnny said quietly.

"Take your time kid," Dally responded blowing smoke.

In 5 minutes the pair set off for the Curtis household.