HELPLESS:
Johnny Cade shook his shoulder lightly and spoke in his soft, timid voice,
"D-Dallas?...Dal, w-wake up?"
There was silence. Johnny looked down at his face. He looked so...different, when he was asleep. Peaceful, beautiful, calm. Blonde hair fell over his pale face(he hated hair cuts) and lids hide those ice cold, blue eyes that only ever warmed for Johnny and Johnny alone. He was strong, no one messed with Dallas, the toughest hood from the streets on the rough side of New York. But here, asleep, he look so...different. Johnny reached out to shake him again when he stirred, slowly waking up. Shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his torso, he sat up. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and sleepily asked to the room,
"Johnny? That you, man?"
A pause. "Y-Yeah....it's me, I'm real sorry Dal, I didn't want to wake you b-but-"
he was cut off.
"Hmm..don't worry about it. Whatdya need from me?"
He looked over at the small figure near the edge of his bed, head down looking at the floor. Johnny didn't speak. He knew all to well what that kind of silence meant.
"...Oh...That...Well, lemme see."
He threw his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, stretching out his tired arms. He could now see Johnny's shoulder shaking up and down. "Hey now..." He said in the most soothing voice he could muster.
"Don't cry Johnnycake..." Johnny sniffled and nodded, still looking down, "Now let me see"
He cupped Johnny's face in his hand and lifted it up so their eyes met, Johnny's full of tears, his black hair ruffled and his clothes dirty and a bit bloody. Dally's eyes quickly shifted from cool and collected to murderous and full of rage...something only his eyes could do. He scowled at the face he was looking at. The face of a puppy who'd been kicked one to many times. The face of an angel who'd been battered and bruised. His hands dropped to his sides, fist clenched in rage until his knuckles turned white, he turned his head away. He wanted them to suffer, wanted them to die. He wanted to kill them, and he could...but he can't. They were Johnny's parents, and if Dallas went to jail for murder who would protect Johnnycakes? No one. Not like he did. He was hard and cold and mean, toughest hood in Tulsa and everyone knew it. He was so he could be there for Johnny, and so Johnny wouldn't have to be tough, so Johnny have to be wouldn't be cold like him and could be just Johnny, the one everyone adored, the one he adored...loved...But none the less, he wanted them both the bleed. To suffer like they made Johnny suffer. No one touched what was his, what belonged to him...no one touched his Johnny, he made quite sure of that(of course, Johnny didn't know he belonged to Dallas)...but them, they could. They could hurt him and Johnny couldn't stop them, the law wouldn't stop them and even he can't stop them and there was nothing he could do, that fact alone scared the hell out of Dal. There was nothing Dallas Winston couldn't do, nothing in the world...except that.
He let go of the anger if only for a moment, wanting to give Johnny a hug, but by the way he looked he feared if he touched him, his china doll would shatter into a million little pieces. So, he walked slowly to the bathroom door, ordering Johnny to follow along, which he obediently did so. Johnny sat on the of the bathtub, the shaking and sobs stopped but the tears still streamed. Dallas rummaged through the medicine cabinets and drawers. This wasn't unusual for Johnny to show up at night all beaten up. He gathered the usual and set it out on the floor. Without looking at Johnny's face he asked roughly,
"Wheres it hurt, kid?"
In a sorrowful, meek tone he answered softly, "...Everywhere"
With a sigh, he wet a wash cloth and cleaned the blood from some cuts on his cheeks and the tears on his face. It was silent. He bandaged up his Johnny and did what he could. He had a cut on his lip, his tan cheeks were bruised, some old some new and it killed Dally to see the only person he loved being the only one he couldn't save. He hated himself for not being able to save him. Silence was broken.
"...H-Hey Dal?"
"Yeah Johnnycakes?"
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your bandages...I mean, whatddya do?"
He looked down at the bandages wrapped around his torso.
"Oh, I uh, got into a fight with Sheppard and he pulled a blade."
"Oh." Johnny said with worry in his voice.
"Don't worry 'bout me kid, I'm fine it's you who's the one to worry about..."
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YAYYYYYY. CHAPTER TWO!! 8D
not that anyone cares, but oh well...
this ones a bit longer than the first, but keep reading please
and enjoy it!
