CHAPTER NINE
/Johnny Go Gone\\
Sorry it's been FOREVER since I've updated on this story. I've been really busy with Schoolwork (grades and homework) and Bowling (ESPECIALLY bowling) I'll be going to states next week so I'll be busy missing school and stuffz. I actually have a life! :D Sorry if this chapter is lousy in any way. It's been a while :/ Read and Enjoy and Review!
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Johnny's POV
I sighed and looked at the T.V., which showed some random show Pony put on. We were skipping school according to the Police we shouldn't even go because of how dangerous it now was. It was dangerous for us greasers because of some psycho killer out on the loose and killing people one by one.
But those people had to be our friends.
I frowned and Pony had his nose in a book, for he was paying no attention. The house was quiet for the exception of the T.V. I twiddled my thumbs nervously and looked around feeling like someone would jump out at us, maybe the killer, and point their gun at us and shoot us in the heads.
"Pone?" Pony looked up from his book, broken from his gaze.
"Yeah Johnnycakes?" I hated the nickname but it calmed me down somewhat.
"I'm scared, man." I hated to admit it, but as a greaser I had feelings, too. I felt scared for what was happening. We had already lost half the gang and Ponyboy had already lost Sodapop. It was now just me, him and Darry. Could Darry even protect us on his own?
Ponyboy frowned and set down his book, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly before looking at me.
"I'm scared too, man. But we gotta hold it out. I'm sure the fuzz will catch this guy. And if not, well, You've always been a great friend-"I gave him a look.
"Don't get all sappy with me Pone." I said trying not to smile. I always had cherished our friendship. We had been friends since we were six years old. Ponyboy chuckled and we looked at the TV, watching the program. The phone suddenly rang and I jumped. Ponyboy gave me a reassuring look before picking up the phone.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously. But his cautious look calmed once he said,
"Hi Darry." I smiled a bit and sat back against the couch, listening to him say 'Mhm' or nod to whatever Darry was saying. He then frowned and glanced at me before looking at the ground.
"Okay Darry." He said. "See you soon." he said before hanging up the phone.
"What's going on man?"I asked looking at him concerned. Ponyboy gulped.
"Darry saw the..the guy when he was on one of the roofs. In our neighborhood, so he's coming home early." Pony said, getting up and locking the door. As he approached the door, there was a knock, scaring Pony and I.
"Don't answer it." I said in a whisper, feeling myself shake violently. Pony locked the door quietly and motioned for me to follow him.
"Where we goin?" I asked following him through the hallway.
"The bathroom-" he then froze, making me bump into him. "Darry!" he cried out in alarm. His eyes widened and he looked at me scared.
"It'll be alright Pone. Let's just hide for now." I said trying to cover my fear. Ponyboy nodded quickly and we made our way to the bathroom. We both crammed inside and shut the door, careful not to make a sound.
"Why are we hiding in here?" I whispered suddenly wondering why. We had only heard a knock on the door and it scared us into hiding. Ponyboy looked at me wide eyed. "It could be that guy. I'm scared Johnny!" he cried out in a whisper. "Now shush!" he said, putting his ear to the door and listening carefully. The door then squeaked open from the living room and a voice called out,
"Pony! Johnny!" I unlocked the door and squeezed past Pony, seeing Darry look around confused.
"Hey Darry," I said Pony coming up behind me.
"Were you two both in the bathroom?" he asked giving us a weird look. I sighed and Ponyboy's color slowly started to come back.
"We were hidin' dare. We heard someone knock on the door and we thought it was the bad guy." Darry shook his head but the fear remained in his eyes. He couldn't stand it if he lost one of us. He had lost too many of the gang already. Darry sighed and glanced between the two of us before locking the door behind him and going to his room to change.
I looked over at Ponyboy.
"Something doesn't feel right, man." I said feeling like someone was watching us. Ponyboy frowned and glanced around before shrugging at me.
"I don't see anything." I sighed before Ponyboy stood up from the couch. "I'll be right back." He said and left the room.
Tap Tap!
I whirled my head to the sound.
The window.
A shadow loomed in the window and my eyes widened.
"Pony!" I cried out as the glass shattered and a figure climbed in. I screamed and the tall figure with a cloak grabbed me. Ponyboy rushed into the living room followed by Darry, who had a baseball bat.
"Let 'em go!" Darry demanded as I squirmed in the figure's arms. I felt even more scared then I did when the socs jumped me; when my parents beat me. Even when I found out half the gang had been killed by a serial killer.
"No." the voice uttered out and I was hit across the face by the figure, so I stopped squirming. Pony rushed toward me but I cried out,
"Ponyboy no!" the figure laughed.
"Trying to save your friends! Ha! How original. Let's go!" he said dragging me out of the house and into the darkness of the streets, leaving me to maybe never see Darry or Ponyboy again.