Hey okay...Not my best update, don't kill me! It's just something to keep you guys until my household stops being crazy. I've got visitors, and it's very stressful, so patience please! Thanks for all the reviews!

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Johnny's point of view.

Their eyes were digging deep into my skin, staring at all the marks. I would've beat it out of there if I could, it was just too uncomfortable. Steve sent me a look of pity, already knowing what was under my shirt, having witnessed it himself. I had already turned back around, and now they were staring at the front side of my chest. It was blue and black, some tiny spots of yellow and red creased it.

Soda placed a tender finger on one of the 'Hood' scars, and I flinched involuntarily. He turned around and looked at Ponyboy, who looked nauseous.

I guess Darry took pity on me and handed me the shirt, which I threw on as fast as I could.

"J-J-Johnny?" Pony stuttered, looking shaken.

Suddenly, a searing pain hit my head and I cried out in pain. It hurt so much, it was like someone was ripping out my brain.

I grasped my head tightly, pulling the hair, trying to distract myself.

"Two-bit, get me a cold cloth and some aspirin." Darry demanded, walking over to me. Two-bit shuffled off, in search of the items.

Darry grabbed my arm, and I jerked away. I knew it was Darry, but at the same time I didn't. The scene from earlier kept replaying.

"Johhny, It's okay. No ones gonna hurt you." Soda soothed, but it didn't help. I started seeing those soc's everywhere, behind Darry, outside the window, everywhere.

"Make them go away, make them go away." I whispered softly, almost unaudiable.

"Make who go away, Johnny? No ones here but us." Soda spoke again, reaching out to soothe me. I couldn't resist, I pulled him into a hug, and sobbed into his shoulder.

I was trying to be tough, not let them see me cry, but I couldn't. Number one, I was in pain and number two, I kept hallucinating those damn soc's!

Eventually, my sobbing stopped and my eyes eventually closed. The moment I started dreaming, I knew I should've stayed awake.

Steve's point of view:

Once Johnny had fallen asleep, all eyes turned to me. I guess it was worse than they thought.

"How bad was it, Steve?" Sodapop asked, still holding Johnny comfortingly. I shrugged.

"They just wrote a few things in his skin...They were real tough guys." I had been scared senseless, to tell you the truth. Not that I'd admit that, no, Greasers aren't wimps.

My own slices were starting to sting something awful, and I ground my teeth together attempting to distract myself.

Soda layed Johnny down on the couch, gently. I guess his compassion came from having to deal with Ponyboy. I was jealous of Soda in more ways than one, his looks, his brothers, his parents, and his compassion were just a few.

He gave me a smile, once he caught me watching and walked over. He put his hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly in a sign of comfort. I flinched as his hand went on a slice, and he immediatly pulled away.

"You okay, buddy?" He asked, with a questioning look.

"I'm fine."

He stretched his arms up over his head and yawned. Darry suggested we all turn in, and I was greatful for that.

After everyone went to sleep, Johnny on the couch, and Two-bit on the floor. It left me the only one up. I got up, heading toward the bathroom to check out these slices. It took a long time to get there, I was in so much pain. I opened the door and walked in, quietly. I turned on the light and slid my shirt over my head. This was gonna be hard to hide, the words stood out severly and the slices looked just as bad.

I was thankful they hadn't done anything to my arms, I would've had to wear a jacket. I leaned on the sink, turning on the facuet and splashing my face with water.

There was a slight knocking on the door.

"Steve?" The voice whispered.

"Yea?"

"You okay?" I recognized it as Soda's. I could tell him...but he'd probably tell his little brother. I swear he doesn't hide anything from that kid.

"I'm fine, just washing my face." It wasn't a full lie.

"If you're sure...Goodnight buddy."

"Night Soda." I grabbed my shirt and headed toward the living room, I was about to throw it on when a voice spoke behind me.

"What are those?" I turned around, Soda was standing there arms by his side, almost helplessly.

"Nothing Soda, don't worry about it." I pulled my shirt over, quickly.

"If..you say so. If you need to talk, I'm here." He said, with a kind of hurt look on his face. He shuffled back to his room and I sighed. I really wanted to be alone, but I knew if I went back to my house my dad wouldn't let me back in. I groaned in defeat, and walked to the living room.

I threw myself on the armchair, and got comfortable. After a few moments, I fell asleep.

Once again, sorry it's short. Thanks for reading.

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