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Johnny's POV :

(Before he ran out of the house)

I woke up and found myself lying on the cold floor of my house. It took a minute for me to remember what had happened.

Oh, that's right, my old man came home from the bar again. Drunk as always, guess he saw me trying to sneak into my room. Since I had just been out sitting in the lot. It was too cold to sleep there, so I decided I'd come home. That was a real bad move. As soon as he saw me he lundged at me. I didn't have any time to react. He got a few good punches in, all mostly aimed at my ribs. Then I really didn't expect the next blow and the force sent me back. I tripped over my own two feet. When I fell, I had hit my head with the little table in the cramped hall.

I put my hand to my head and I could feel the blood. But it as drying, so that's good. When I tried to stand I immediately felt light headed. I had to hold on to the table to keep my balance. But, there was a stupid paper on it and my hand slipped, causing me to fall back on the floor. My body ached all over and I let out a small groan I was trying to suppress. I stayed on the floor for about a good 5 minutes. Then I tried to get up again, and this time I succeeded.

After I was up I looked over at the table trying to find that cursed little slip that worsened my injuries. I snatched the paper up and growled. Piece of shit. I looked it over and I was taken aback. Why do my parents have adoption forms?

'They wouldn't do that to me, right? of course not'. That's what I told myself to try and keep calm. I was brought back to reality when I heard heavy foot steps coming my way.

"Hey? what cha' got there boy?" called my father. When I turned we were face to face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I had to give it my all to not throw up on the spot. I couldn't speak, or look him in the face. So I raised the piece of paper that was in my hand. He snatched it away roughly. He took some time to look it over, then I jumped when I heard him laughing. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I wanted to ask him what that adoption form was all about.

" H-hey pop" I internally cursed at myself as I said that. Since I was so nervous, that my voice cracked. My father snickered and I tried to clear my throat.

" W-what's that paper for? you-you holdin it for a friend?" I asked, knowing that it was a stupid question. But anything would be better than what I''m expecting.

"Nope" he looked down at me and a chill ran down my spine.

"You plannin on givin me a little sister or brother?" I said jokingly and I even threw in a smile. That made him laugh even louder.

"Piece a' shit can't even read!" he said between laughs. I knew he was talkin to my mother. I could hear her laughing in our tiny living room. She was probably watching her soap operas. My father looked me straight in the eyes and lowered the paper so that I could read where he was pointing to.

"Dumb ass, we aint takin in, we givin up. Your goin to foster care" I stumbled back. How could they?

"Are you j-joking?"

"This aint no joke" He said, getting closer.

"We've been plannin this for a while, your mom and I" I could feel my heart racing.

"In 3 weeks, me an her'll be gone, we leavin Tulsa"

"Bu why are you-" I was raising my voice now. He gave me a cold glare and I shut my mouth.

"We don want or need no tag a longs" and with that he left and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Thoughts were rushing in my head and I didn't know what to do. But I could make out the loudest words, 'get out! run! leave!'. And that's what I did, I ran outside.

I knew I was holding back though, just in case my old man woud come out and tell me it was just a cruel joke. But that never happened. So, I went where I always go, the Curtis'.

I ran up the steps and almost tripped, then I came crashing through the door. Nobody really even turned to see who it was, since everyone is always barging into the Curtis house. Now the feelings of sadness turned to anger. I slammed the door shut and that sure caught everyone's attention.

All heads in the room turned and everyone was staring at me like I had grown a 2nd head. But I can't blame them, I'm not the kind of person who lets anger get the best of them.

I saw Darry put down his paper and stand from his chair slowly "Hey, what's wrong Johnnycake?" What's wrong? well my folks are bastards! that's whats wrong! They're throwing me away! I could say that easily in my head but the words just wouldn't come out.

'M-m-my folks,... th-they.."

Dally interupted me and shot out of his seat on the couch.

"Did they hit you again?" No, they didn't, that would have been much less pain full then what I'm feeling now. My anger was bubbling and increasing and I felt my eyes starting to get watery.

"No! They're leaving me!" I was trying hard not to but I began to bawl, well this sure aint tuff. I'm supposed to be a bad ass greaser. But I'm just a scared 16 year old kid.

"They told me... they're movin', and they're not takin me..." I tried to pull myself together but I couldn't. I felt my knees buckle.

".. they're puttin me up for adoption!" I felt heavy, and I fell to the floor. I was on my knees and crying into the palms of my hands. Nobody spoke and the room was quiet, the only audible thing was my sobbing.

Soo, I wanted to thank Little Miss Dancer Girl, America Liberty and JohnnyIsMyGoldSunsetfor reviewing my first chapter.Please Review,let me know what you think!