chibified: thanks for your review :)
I'm really glad you like the story

Sarah126: do you mean "exciting"? ;)
yeah, I also hate Enrico; let's punsh him lol
well, something like that will happen ;)

6. That's just the way it is!

Ricky noticed that it would be better to change the subject, because it wasn't good at all when Patrick worked up too much into his hatred to Enrico.

That's why he explained, "Well, the thin' with the 'job' is like that: either Enrico comes to us or we go to him and we always get small packets with drugs. Then we sell 'em.
We ain't allowed to keep most of the money!
That's why we go to the people and beg for money. But when they don't give us anythin', we pinch it! That's it! But this wouldn't hurt 'em at all!"

Johnny couldn't believe what he heard and that's why he asked completely shocked, "What? Ya deal with drugs?"

"Aw, Johnny, the world and the people on it are so cruel to us! With that we only wanna rebel against this world and the people! Ya understand? And THIS ain't forbidden anyhow, is it?
I even think it's our damned right to fight against 'em!" Natalie said, a quite dreamy girl.

"Yeah, that's right..." Johnny meant and thought about his home and how unfair it was there as well.
He also thought about the difference, which exists between Greasers and Socs and that's why there's this fierce fight between this groups.
So it was the same way here, only with the difference, that there were no Socs and Greasers. But things are rough all over!

"Well, ya see!" Thomas said and threw Johnny out of his thoughts with that. Then Thomas took his cigarette out of his back, lit one and offered Johnny one.

"Thanks..." Johnny said still quite shy and took one. Thomas lit it.

Then Johnny dragged at it and made a face after that and asked, "Gosh, what's this stuff? That tastes like..."
Johnny shook himself disgusted.

Natalie giggled after that and meant, "Well, this stuff even tastes good. But it seems that ya usually don't smoke, huh?"

"Of course, I smoke usually, but not such stuff. What is it?" Johnny answered and looked around.

"Uh, it's a special mixture! It makes ya free from ya problems! Just wait!" Thomas said winking and dragged strongly.
When he breathed out the smoke after a while he smiled at Johnny and said, "Ya see, I'm fine, still alive. So ya can smoke it without hesitation."

Johnny looked at the cigarette skeptically. But then he took a further puff. But this time it tasted even a little bit better.

And as Thomas said he really felt somehow free, relaxed and weightless. As if he would float.
Johnny dropped back and looked dreamy and as dismissed into the sky.

Some time went by Johnny only laid there. Then he sat up again and looked the others and suddenly he spoke aloud what he thought, "But... why... I mean, why don't ya fight against Enrico? Why don't ya go to the fuzz? Maybe they can do somethin' against him..."

And just in this moment, where he said it, he knew the answer. He knew it, because he got to know it. He knew the fuzz of Tulsa.
Why should the fuzz here just be different when anything else was almost like in Tulsa?

Isabell, one of the girls shouted furious, "What? Are ya kiddin'? Ya still seem to be quite sure 'bout the 'intact world'! Johnny, this here's the rough reality! The fuzz? They don't do anythin' against it! They're probably also under Enrico's wings!
Michael, one of us, tried it once.
He nearly had the same belief in good like ya. He was dreamy, naive and soft-hearted.
The only thin' that came around with that was that they threw him into jail! Then he came into a boy's home. There they noticed very soon that he was – as they said – a drug addict.
But they didn't understand that he needed the drugs to break with the reality and flee into a 'dream world' where he was fine!
So they sent Michael into a clinic or a sort of nut house!
There he never should come out again! He was imprisoned there!
Without us, his friends, he had to fade and die sooner or later, 'cause he simply was much too soft for such a thin'.
He should have to be tougher...
But I guess if one of us would end up there we also wouldn't be in a much better way. Sometime it would have killed us, too!
The worst thin' for us was that we never ain't allowed to visit him! But it seemed this didn't matter him any more at all, 'cause the only thin' he asked for ain't mercy or a release from the nut house.
Nope, he asked for drugs. Not for freedom or us, his friends. Nope, he would drugs that he needed so much.
He became unfeelin' that he only asked for drugs.
But they didn't keep his only wish!
One day he desperately sliced his artery with a razor blade.
They didn't even try to rescue him! They only left him behind and let him die! They let him bleed to death very painfully!
He just was a poor, crazy, run-down and homeless drug addict!
But they didn't see the human - the injured boy he actually was - in him!
When they get us they wanna throw us also into such a home!
Well, and now tell me, where this 'intact world' is!"

"I... I didn't know! Honestly! I'm sorry! I even saw and went through miseries by myself... but... I didn't know... I wouldn't have thought that there's also here such shit... I... I hoped it would be different here..." Johnny stuttered.

"It's ok! It ain't ya fault! Just, ya know, it gets upset me as mad that we always were run down and also despised and avoided like that as if we're dirt, yeah the last shit dirt... ya understand?" Patrick meant after that.

Johnny slowly nodded. Oh yeah, he understood this very well! More than he wanted at all. His scar always remembered him of it again. And with the thoughts of his scar the Socs that beaten him up came to his mind again and he shuddered.

They still sat a while around the fire and talked, smoked a few cigarettes and then all went into the factory and went to bed on mattresses or also just on the ground.

Although Johnny liked it with the young ones and they all were very kind and friendly to him, he had to think about his friends. And tears ran down his cheeks until the sleep overcame him.