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Chapter Thirty Eight

POV Robbie

Slumming

After suffering through a walk with Lisa, I eventually started heading back to to my cabin for a few minutes of rest before dinner prep. Maybe I could get a date for tonight. God knows Lisa wouldn't be coming by. Maybe one day, but not tonight. I still had hopes for the more wild of the Houseman Daughters.

As I pass Penny's cabin, my eyes catch slight movement on her porch. Curiously, I turn my head to see what was going on. The first thing I see is Johnny, arms folded, studying the floorboards. Well, no surprise there. He always hung around Penny. But then, I see more movement, and hear a small voice whisper, "I'm sorry,"

Well, well, well. What have we here? I crane my neck to get a glance at who the voice comes from, and a shock ran through me when I finally did.

It was Baby.

I almost hadn't seen her behind Johnny; Baby couldn't have been much more than 5 feet in height, where Johnny towered just below 6. But it was her. From those white Keds, to her curly hair. Only it appeared that Baby wasn't nearly as innocent as everyone thought, her white shirt was tied up exposing her midriff, something I'd never seen her do before, even though she made a habit of avoiding me. Even more scandalous, I witnessed her lay a kiss on Johnny's shoulder- no doubt a tender moment between lovers.

I smirk. "Hey, well, it looks like I've picked the wrong Sister," I laughed. It was obvious, they'd been sleeping together for a while now. If I had known Baby would've been the first to climb into bed, I definitely would've picked her over Lisa. We had a few things in common with each other, and Baby was fairly attractive. Besides, she was with Johnny, her standards couldn't be too high.

Baby stopped kissing him, stepping further into the open. Johnny's arms dropped to his side, eyes a blue blaze. One I should've perceived as a warning, but didn't, not even as he pushed Baby back, as if preparing for a fight. No, me and my mouth kept going with, "That's okay, Baby. I went slumming, too."

And then Johnny was sailing through the air, towards me. Me and my big mouth. Stupid, stupid! I curse myself. I hadn't even considered that maybe Johnny had cared about her. And I should've, because he was like that.

My back slammed into the railing, forcing the wind from my lungs. I don't believe it, I muse, He really cares about her,

Johnny slammed me into the ground, and I felt a deep ache in my stomach when Johnny's foot sank in. What made it worse, Johnny was freaking strong. He pretty much spent most of his days keeping in peak condition, all by dancing. Which meant strong muscles and powerful legs, great for kicking. Those stiff-soled dress shoes he wore weren't helping, either.

I struggle to get up, because once I do, he can't kick me anymore. But as I begin to straighten, Johnny drove a fist into my stomach, worsening the pain already present, and backhanded me across the face. The blow left a stinging, burning pain.

I was done playing his game. I was going to be a Doctor, dammit! I didn't have to take this from the likes of him!

Brashly, I charge forward, attempting to tackle him, but the attempt failed, and Johnny threw me off. When I could see straight again, I see Johnny's furious expression, I knew knew should be afraid. "Hit me! Hit me," He dared, knowing that if I didn't I would look like a coward.

I do. I swing my fist at his jaw, felt the pain of it connecting with his bone. And then he punched my stomach again, so hard that I knew tomorrow I would be black and blue. His fist slammed down on my back, forcing air from my lungs, and I fell to the ground.

Johnny clutched my sweater, knuckles white, face vengeful, like that of a madman. Only one thing made a person that crazy. But then I see a sudden realization come to light in his eyes, though the fury still remained. "Get out of here, you're not worth it!" Johnny roared, releasing me. I'm not stupid enough to ignore his advice. "You're not worth it!"

Clumsily, I scramble away from the Dancer, before he can change his mind. Disbelief and confusion swirled around my brain.

Johnny didn't just care about Baby.

He was in love with her.

Me again! Kind of thought it would be interesting to write from the perspective of a less likeable character, like Neil, and Robbie. It was fun, definitely easier to do this time than things like this normally are for me. Hope you guys like it!