Chapter 14: The Name

"Man. That's crazy."

"Wasn't that hard."

"Can't believe that happened."

"It gets more crazy."

………..

Johnny was awakened from a loud knocking at his front door. He sat up and grumpily yelled,

"Who is it!"

"Curly Shepard."

Johnny slid out of bed and threw on his t-shirt. He walked to the front door and let Curly in.

"What's up?" said Curly walking in.

"I thought I was supposed to meet you at your house?"

"Yeah. But I was bored. So I came over here. You got anything to eat?"

"Let me see."

Johnny had never really eaten with his parents before. He had food with the Curtis' or someone else's house. Sometimes he never ate at all.

He entered the kitchen and went through the ice box. Nothing in there that he could eat. He would have to cook it. And he didn't know how to cook anything. He sighed and walked back into the living room rubbing his eyes.

"Nah. I can't-"

Johnny stopped suddenly. He was staring at the television. Curly noticed his sudden pause.

"What's wrong?"

"Hold it. Let me see that," said Johnny pointing towards the TV.

Curly turned his attention to the TV to see what Johnny was talking about. A female reporter was standing there on the news.

"Live on the scene. We have a body that was found on the Southern part of Tulsa. The body had cuts and bruises and a fractured skull. The person is currently in a coma. The person was confirmed that his last name was Cade. Officers have tried to notify his wife, but she is no where to be found. They will notify his son later on in the day."

In the background. They were carrying Mr. Cade's limp body on a stretcher into the ambulance. A boy then walked up to the reporter. He looked familiar.

"Here we have Robert Sheldon. The boy that found the body. Could you please tell me how you found Mr. Cade?"

"Well," started Robert. "….."

Johnny wasn't listening to what the boy had to say. He was looking at his fingers. There were rings on it. The same rings that the other kid had on when the socs jumped him. That was him. His name was Robert Sheldon.

"So that's him."

"You talking about your dad?" asked Curly.

"No. I took care of him last night. I ain't worried about him. I figured out who one of those socs were that jumped me. I gotta remember that name."

"Hold on. You did that to your dad? Damn!"

"That should let anyone know that I'm not the one to mess with."

"That's true. Hey. I'm throwing a party tonight too. Turns out. Last night while we were jumping that one kid. Tim, Dally, Two-Bit and a whole bunch of others whooped some Tiber Street Tigers in a mini rumble."

"So the war's over?"

"Nah. It's still going. But me and Tim are going to celebrate."

"I'll be there."

So there were two names on the list now. Franklin and Robert Sheldon. This was going to be rich.

"Hey. Let's go see if anyone's at the Dingo."

"Alright."

Johnny grabbed his stained jeans jacket and walked out with Curly. As they walked Johnny started up a conversation.

"So what's the deal with Franklin? Should he have forgotten about me by now?"

Curly thought for a second, then answered.

"Yeah. He should. He arrested a bunch of greasers a while ago. He would probably be waiting on them."

"Alright. Cause I have a plan for him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. This will be some serious revenge. It will take care of everyone's problem with him."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you later. I'm gonna need your brother's gang for this plan. I'll tell you all at the same time."

"C'mon! Tell me now."

"No! Wait til' later. What time does this party start?"

"Tim wants us to be there early. But the party probably won't get good until ten or something."

"Ten. Okay."

Johnny was glad he was getting noticed more. This party would be a good chance for other greasers to see him. You never know what can happen.