Howdi, sorry I haven't updated in so long. Heaps of homework, writer's block and my horrible case of laziness. I have worked out what I will do for the rest of the chapter's, and there will be 5 left. I will repeat my self… 5 chapters left after this one! Then it will be totally completely finished... yay! Very exciting stuff for me. That girl character you saw in some earlier chapters, I was planning on usin' her, but I decided to get rid of her.

P.S I'm so surprised people like this. They are so way out of character! I will struggle to put them back in place… doesn't mean I'm gettin' rid of the spicyness though.

PP.S I'm not writing the fight thing like Alex asked. Good too, since I suck at writing any sort of violence.

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There weren't very much things I had remembered. I think a collection of building fear had blacked me out throughout the entire thing. You know that feeling? When you're terrified beyond belief and you stand there shaking, till your memory of that becomes an entire blur when you try to remember it.

I remember the sounds of it. The sound of my body being pushed against a wall, the sound of my dad's fist smashing into my face and other parts of my body, I remember a faint sound of my dad. He was yelling something, but I don't remember. I also remember the horrible stench of alcohol dripping off his breath.

Thinking about it now, I remember running. I don't normally run. I usually just stand there and wait for what's coming. But this time I did. I remember the sound of my heart beating in my ears, as I breathed heavily, probably whimpering, as I ran for those stairs. I had to get out of that house. I was afraid this time he may kill me.

My legs were so heavy though, and I didn't know how far they were even able to take me. My dad was quick after me though. Surprising, considering he reeked of alcohol. Maybe he had just rolled around in a puddle of alcohol, and gargled some in his mouth for a while, but never swallowed. Then came home, remembering how much he hated me… how much he didn't love me at all.

Next thing I remember was him shouting my name, as his hands brushed my back. Then the stairs. Stair after stair, I rolled down. I thought I would never stop. I remember my head hitting a step over and over again, and how sick I felt. My face slammed against the cold wood of our floor, and my body relaxed for a few seconds, realizing it had no steps to worry about anymore. But then that's when everything blurs out into black again.

Next part I remember is pretty confusing, and not sure why he would do it.

I opened my eyes slowly, and the first thing I saw was my dad driving in the front seat, with a worried, sick look to his face. He was mumbling something. I noticed he had small sweat beads glistening on his balding scalp.

I had a pounding headache. I must have been laying down in the backseat. I wanted to groan, but I held it in the best I could, I don't remember why.

Rain was pounding against the window's, and I could hear the sound of cars driving by, and the flash of a light filling the car, as dad drove by a street light. "Oh, Johnny," I remember him saying clearly, before I closed my eyes again.

When I woke up again, I cringed at the blinding light, surrounding my weak vision. I had thought I died. I had sort of hoped I had died.

But the thought of death, quickly faded when I turned to my side, and saw Ponyboy sleeping next to the bed I was in, in a small, uncomfortable looking chair. I felt my stomach tighten with a strange feeling of excitement.

I layed there for a while. Basking in the feeling that I had woken up in a hospital, and the horrible confusion to as why I was there.

I watched Ponyboy sleep for a while. He was adorably cute when he slept. But he had such a worried look to him. I wished I could reach out to him and touch him. Let him know I'm awake. I then overcame with a nice feeling. A feeling that I was loved, you know? He was here, with me. He cared about me.

I noticed the window behind him. It was still raining. Only lightly though. I remembered when me and Ponyboy got caught in the rain and what it led to. I will never take that back for anything what we did, and what we did afterwards. I knew it was wrong. It was horribly wrong. It was so wrong, but no one would ever understand it. Nobody but me and him, will ever understand.

"Johnny?" I head his voice. It sounded raspy with sleep. I turned over, feeling a slight twinge of pain in my neck. But I hid it well and smiled at his concerned face.

He got off the chair, with a grin of excitement, and wrapped his arms around me.

It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop.

He then realized he could be hurting me, and let go, standing up straight. He half-smiled, "sorry."

"You been here long?" I asked.

He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, "only a little while."

He then looked up at the time, chuckling a bit, and ran his hand though his perfect locks of hair, "… 3 or 4 hours."

"Aw, Pony," I smiled goofily. You know that stupid smile. I've probably explained it before, but you know when that person you like does something to make you want to melt into a pile of happy, love-stricken goo?

"Why am I here?" I asked eventually.

He glared at the ground, but it disappeared when he looked back up at me. "You were beaten pretty badly. A nurse commented she thought you were dead when she saw you. You had looked so lifeless. It reminded me of the time…" I knew he was thinking about when I got beaten up by the socs, but he quickly said something else as to not bring it up, "your dad had dropped you off here."

My eyes widened, "dad?"

He nodded.

"Has he came back to visit?" I don't know why I was hoping he had. But god, I wished he had so badly.

"No," he said, with a low tone, sounding sad, "neither of your parents have."

"Oh," I said, sounding almost defeated.

He sat on the edge of my bed, and took my limp hand. "I was really worried about you."

I smiled again, and blushed lightly when he kissed my hand.

"You can get out of here tomorrow," he told me. "Excited?"

"Very," I said, with a small smile.

He lent down and kissed my lips this time. It was a small kiss, but I got to feel his soft lips against mine again, and that's all that really matters.

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Sorry, I had planned to write more for this chapter but I gotta go to bed, GAH! How annoyin'.

To my nice reviewers who bothered to review the last chapter.

DanaBanana: I love the name! I'm flattered this rox your sox lol.

sammy347: You've been reviewin' my stories a lot lately, so THANKYOU! I love people who regularly review. I'm extremely flattered you think it's the best PJ fic you've read… especially since there's other fics out there (not to name names) that are really popular.

Your Story is Awesome: I love that name a lot too. Shucks, thanks! I love hearin' when people say stuff like that! Really gets ya motivated to continue with the story.

KiLlAteddyBeArS: I remember writing a review for you! Or wanting to write one, either way I read a story! Thanks so much for the review! Gah, my comp is screwing up right now. Once again, I was really really flattered!

Sarah126: I get mad with happiness too whenever I see a slash (only certain slashes though). Thankyou for the nice review! The Johnny' mum bein' nice thing I think will be explained next, or after that. Sorry, no Pony's pov. The whole book was in his pov and all my stories are in his pov, so I thought it was time Johnny got a turn.

EastSide: Here's your update! Thanks for the review, the OMG's were flattering lol

lilliluthor: You've reviewed quite a bit too! I love seein' your name when I get a new review! What's a fandom? I loved the review too, especially since you said don't stop writing slash… made me feel like I was pretty good at it.

MrsHoldenCaulfield: As you should know by now… I LOVE YOUR REVIEWS! Yes, capitol letters, feel privileged lol. I love Johnny too… I remember back in year 8 when we had to read it for class, my friends suggested I get therapy I was so obsessed with him… yes, pretty sad lol.

ilovefredgeorgeandsugar: You changed your name again! I liked the jess roddick one, since I saw that tennis player dude on an ad and thought he was hot. Thanks for the review! Don't know how many times I've said this, but I was flattered!

alex: I did what you suggested! Thanks for the reviews you always give! I was really surprised you gave a few for my MarySue one, since you only review my slash ones… but then again I only write slash.

krista: I remember I laughed when I read your review! A friend had asked me the same thing about what's with me and jacking off. I have no idea how many times I've wrote about it though. I think they all sound the same, whenever I write them. I was really flattered that you wanted to show your friends, and I bragged to my brother who was clearly jealous.

Deliriousjoy: I was happy to see a review from you. I had wanted one from you. I can't remember if you had reviewed one of my stories before this one, but I remember clearly seeing your name in another story and hoping I got one from you. Thanks for the flattering review!

redrose2310: Howdi! More will hopefully come soon. Thanks for the review! This time, I hope I ain't too lazy to get a new update up quickly.

THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!