Sorry I haven't been updating. I feel so bad. I think I even lost a fan! I'm not sure who it was because my computer is screwing up and it freezes quickly. I hope the fan is reading this and I hope you guys forgive my absence. But y'all should know that I'll give my fans what they want. Especially with a popular car like this! I'll be updating a lot now. My computer is still messing up, but I'll be using other computers, saving and opening or whatever! I'll do what I can to keep writing these. It's been torture for me! Now let's get on with the story:

Chapter 8: Revenge

Dallas lit up his cigarette. It cooled him down a lot more. Louis just stared at the tough guy. Dally noticed this and cut his eyes towards his face. He saw Louis' worried expression. He felt almost as bad he did for Johnny for Louis. Dallas blew the smoke out of his nose, a little trick he learned in New York.

"Let's go back to the Curtis house," he said.

It was more of a command. Louis and Johnny nodded and followed Dally back to the house. When they reached the house, Ponyboy continued teaching Louis how to read. Steve showed up pretty soon, so the older greasers went out goofing around. It was just Ponyboy, Johnny and Louis in the house.

Ponyboy finished with Louis and they would continue more later on that week. Pony went back to his room to finish some of his homework. He was hoping Darry would leave that day. He didn't want to get yelled at for not doing it Friday.

Johnny and Louis just sat there on the sofa.

"They always try to jump people like us. Don't they?" asked Louis.

"Yeah," said Johnny with a saddened voice.

"Is that why you carry your knife around?"

Johnny was quiet for a moment. He decided to tell Louis. This was the first time he talked to anyone about it.

"I guess I can tell you," said Johnny.

Louis scooted over to Johnny. He could tell there was something bad with this. Johnny started.

"One day me and the guys were playing football. I did okay, but Darry made majority of the goals. I decided I could get better. We had left the football in the lot so I decided to look for it so I could practice a little. While I was there, a whole lot of socs came towards me. I mean there were too many for me to handle. They started talking about me as usual. I couldn't remember what they were saying. I was too scared. Suddenly they jumped me. I could feel blood spill over my T-shirt and jacket. I wiggled out of my jacket and ran, but they grabbed me again and dragged me across the lot. They beat me more and I felt miserable afterwards. I couldn't move at all. It was terrible. I still wasn't comforted when the guys had found me."

Louis just stared at Johnny. That was horrible. Something flashed across Louis' mind again. He hated the thoughts that flashed through. He wanted to get away from them. He couldn't stand them. He shook his head widely. Johnny didn't notice though. He was caught up in his fearful world.

The two began talking more. Later on they hung out for the rest of the day. They pretty much walked around with other greasers and watched a couple of movies. When it was late at night, they were walking out of the movies. No one else was around. Right when they got outside, Johnny had to go to the restroom. He ran back inside and Louis just waited for him by the telephone booth.

Louis thought for a moment. He wondered if the Curtis would take him in. He never wanted to go back to his hometown. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a car park across the street. Three socs got out. Louis recognized two of them as the one Dally beat up. The other one was the one that was staring at him when he first went t o the movies. All three of them pointed to Louis. They were coming for him.

Louis darted off and ran off. He didn't know where he was going. He ran into an old, abandoned apartment and darted up the stairs. The socs were still following him. He ran into a room. The level wasn't too high. It was less than a story. Louis ran into a room. He was gonna climb out of a window and run back to the movie theater t o get Johnny. As he was climbing out of the window, a soc grabbed his jacket. The soc yanked the jacket and Louis slipped out of the jacket. He fell backwards as he fell out and hit the ground landing on his back. He was looking upward as he laid there on the cold floor. He could barely keep consciousness. He could hear the socs.

"Is he dead."

"I don't know."

"What do we do?"

"Jeez. I don't know?"

"Let's get out of here."

The three ran off leaving Louis there. Louis couldn't feel any bleeding. He hoped his head wasn't numb or something. Louis hated blood. He passed out second later.

When he came to, something wet was on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw he was back in the Curtis living room. 'Was this a dream?' he thought. It was dark in the room. He looked over and saw Dallas asleep in the armchair. Johnny was on the floor. Louis sat up and his head ached a little. He reached down and shook Johnny.

"Johnny, Johnny," he whispered.

Johnny opened his eyes and looked at Louis. He looked real worried.

"Are you okay?" asked Johnny. "Dally found you unconscious in an alley."

"I'm fine," said Louis. "My head hurts a little."

"Oh. Dally is pretty ticked. He said he's tired of the socs right now."

"What is he gonna do?"

Johnny shrugged. Louis got a headache then.

"My head hurts more. I'm gonna go back to sleep."

"Okay. See you in the morning."

"Okay."

Louis drifted off. Johnny was his first best friend. Well, his first true best friend.