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I forgot to mention in the first one, that everything between Johnny & Pony going to the church and stuff didn't happen in this one. One thing that did still happen was Johnny got jumped by the soc with the rings.
"Hey grease," I heard a voice sneer from behind me.
I turned around and saw exactly what I expected. A broad shouldered soc stumbled towards me, stinking of a mix between cologne and whiskey. He was just as drunk as I was; just the way I like my fights.
"What are you doin' around here, asshole?" I said as I sized him up. I can take him easily, I thought. 'Course I'd let him get a few punches in, because that's what brings me back to reality each day, but I'd be able to beat him easily and be able to feel victory and pride, even if it is just for a little while.
"I go where ever the fuck I want," he growled as he stepped towards me.
"Yeah?" I paused, raising my eyebrows, "Well, ya' might wanna rethink that next time," I smirked as I punched him in the face, knocking him down straight away. I dived onto him, pinning him down before he had a chance to get him. I pulled my arm back and punched him again, letting out a low laugh as I watched one of his teeth fly onto the ground by us.
"Boy, oh boy, are you gonna get what you deserve now, hood."
He flipped me round so fast I felt my head spinning. Next thing I knew I was laying on the floor as he punched me, over and over again.
He punched me in the nose. I felt the pain shoot through my face, the exact kind of pain I was waiting for; the pain that I had grown to love feeling so much. I felt the bruises forming on my face and felt the blood drip down from my nose. The pain was like venom, and I loved it.
That's what it took for me to regain my strength. I grabbed his arm as he went in for another punch and pushed it back. He cursed under his breath as I saw the pain burning behind his eyes.
Ha, that's exactly what he deserves!
I punched him as hard as I could again quickly before he found another chance to lay one on me. He swayed slightly then fell backwards.
I kneeled over him to see that he was still conscious, but not by much.
"You dirty bastard," he growled as he tried to sit up again. Before he could I punched him again. This time he fell fully unconscious.
I stood up and kicked him and spat on him once before walking off.
Man, that was great. I love the buzz after having a fight. The pain never used to bother me too much, not that I liked it, not how I do now.
I walked through the lot on my way to the Curtis house.
As I walked through I saw a small figure in the distance. I sped up and walked towards them, "Hey, Johnny," I said as I slapped him on the shoulder as I got to him. Not in a harsh way – I wouldn't do that to Johnny – Johnny's my buddy. "You alright, man?"
"Hey, Dal. What happened to your face?" he asked.
"Just another fight with a soc. Nothing weird there, right?" I said with a laugh like it didn't bother me. It really did bother me, but at the same time it didn't.
It bothered me because I knew that it was my way to know that I still felt pain, and I hated that; but it didn't bother me because it's what I want. I like the fights and I like the pain. I always find my victory in the end, anyway.
"Looks pretty bad," Johnny screwed up his nose.
He didn't like me fighting so much; I think it worries him.
"Na, he's worse. Ya shoulda seen him," I chuckled, "But when you're tough like me, ya can't get hurt."
We got to the Curtis house and the whole gang was there. They all asked what happened and I told everyone the story. Each time I told it I felt good. It made me feel good about myself. I don't know why, it's just a fight, but it made me feel proud. It was good knowing that they looked up to me for being tough in ways. That made me feel good, too. I just don't like it when they get scared of me.
"Why are ya fightin' so much lately, Dal? You know it does no good," Ponyboy rolled his eyes at me after I told my story and then went back to his book.
"Shut up, kid. You don't know nothin'," I spat.
Truth was, he did. He knew a hell of a lot. More than I gave him credit for; not that I was gonna admit that though. If I was smart, I probably would've listened to him more and actually gone by what he says; but I don't listen to anybody, I just do what I want. I don't know why. I just do. I guess I just don't give a damn about what happens to me.
"Hey, Two-Bit. Ya goin' Bucks tonight?"
I don't know why I bother asking him that sometimes. 99% of the time the answer is yes. He just likes to get drunk as a skunk and find some cute blondes.
"Yeah, you know it," he said as he drunk a beer and looked at himself in the mirror.
Man, was he proud of his hair. It's like that with most of us greasers. It's one of the only things we have to be proud of.
I drove me, Two-Bit and Steve to Bucks. Usually I'm a real reckless driver and I don't care how fast I go or how dangerous it is, but when I'm driving with other people in the car I have to cool it off a bit; just because I don't care what happens to me, doesn't mean I shouldn't care about them.
It's days like these that I feel okay; the days when I go out with some of the gang. Even if they are just pretending to like me while secretly being scared of me, at least it makes me feel like they actually like me and I have some real buddies for a little while.
I always feel better on days like this because my mind is always on other things. I can just take my mind off of life and just relax with a drink. Even if I can't get my mind off of stuff, drinking always helps.
"Jeez, Dal. If you look real bad, then I wonder how bad that soc must be." Steve laugh.
"Yeah, he must be unrecognisable with a complete face rearrangement," Two-Bit howled laughing at himself, "Man, I can't wait till you get your hands on that bastard with the rings that hurt Johnnycakes,"
"Man," I sighed, "neither can I."
I started to shake and burn up and my body filled with anger. I really can't wait to kill the guy that hurt Johnny. Just need to find the right time and place. Nobody can hurt Johnny and get away with it.
Luckily, we were soon at Bucks. All the tension dropped out of my shoulder as we walked in.
The place was full of people drinking, smoking and partying.
I started drinking some beers until I felt kinda drunk, then I got the strongest drink I could as I watched all the broads around me. Tonight I planned to get so wasted and do something completely reckless, so I can feel completely numb and emotionless and not have to remember a single thing in the morning.
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