Ok, so this chapter is based off the court trial in "To Love A Greaser", it had happened after the introduction event in this story in the first chapter, so that's why this is here… if people get the wrong idea of this that I'm making a joke out of what happens to kids and their parents, don't you dare think that cause I'm not. I'm not some sick, inhumane person that thinks that's funny- I think those parents are stupid and deserve to be treated like how they treated the child. You'll know what I mean when you continue reading this chapter…

…a few months later, early August….

I ran. That's all I could think of doing. I didn't know where I was actually running to, I just running forward, looking down at the ground, waiting to stop wherever my feet stopped.

I tripped over my own feet, but caught myself by landing the palms of my hands onto the ground so my face didn't hit the ground, it already looked bad enough. Pain shot all through my ankle. I decided to suck it up and just keep running to… wherever I was running to.

I landed on someone's front steps. I didn't look to see who's it was, but I prayed that whoever's house it was, they didn't come outside and kick me to the curb or that the person who lived in the house wasn't home. I just wanted to sit down and try to cool down, or at least try to. I sat down on the second step and rested my elbows on my knees. Then I rested my head in my hands, and wiped whatever tears I could feel running down my cheeks or some that were about to roll down my cheek.

"Rain?" someone asked form behind me. I jumped and looked behind me, seeing Darry standing in front of the door to their house with a facial expression of both worry and confusion. He walked over and sat next to me on the steps, "Rain, you alright?"

My gaze was fixed on the ground. I glanced up at him through the corner of my eye, through strands of my hair. "Yeah," I said quietly, so quietly that he probably barely heard me.

"Rain, you're a terrible liar… Rain?... Rain, look at me."

I bit my lip, regretting it a second later, and hesitantly turned to him. His eyes widened a little bit when he saw me, "What happened to you?"

"My parents," I choked out.

His eyes scanned over my entire face. He gently took my arms out in front of him and turned them over slowly, trying to find any more cuts or bruises that were recent. He finished looking over for any more recent marks then stood up, holding his hand out to help me stand up, considering my ankle was still hurting from when I fell.

He led me inside and told me to sit on the couch. I could feel the other six pairs of eyes, all that I knew, staring at my every move with worried expressions. "Rain?" one of them said, but I didn't look to see who, "What happened to you?" I just shook my head, not really wanting to answer at the moment, knowing I would be interrogated about it later on in the dat.

"Rain," Darry called from the bathroom, "Come here." I got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom, trying to cover up whatever limp I had form when I fell, but I had a strong feeling that I was failing miserably. "Sit on the lid, you said your ankle was bothering you and you probably shouldn't be walking on it too much," he said and put some liquid on a small towel, he sighed a bit, "I ain't gonna lie, this'll probably sting, but it'll feel alright in a little while."

He ran the towel over any cut that I had, the first one being a cut by my eye and I bit my lip when I flinched to keep from making any sound at all. "Sorry," he said with every flinch or every time my body tense when he put the towel over cut or bruise. He asked if there was anything on my back and when I said yes, he hesitantly told me to lift the back of my shirt but to be careful not to let anything show- which was completely understandable.

"You probably change into another pair of clothes for a little while, right?" he asked. I nodded. "Alright, I'll go get you a t-shirt and sweats. I'll be right back." He left the room then came back with a red t-shirt that had "coca-cola" written in faded white letters and gray sweatpants. "They're Soda's so they're gonna be a little big, but not too much. He's the only one you're about the same height." I nodded and walked out for me to change, closing the door behind him.

I quickly changed out of my jeans and my own t-shirt and into the t-shirt and sweats. I left the bathroom and to the hallway where Darry was waiting, where he took my clothes out my hand and said he would throw them in the wash. "What'd your parents do this time?" Steve asked when I went back to the living room.

"Whatever they did, looks like you just got outta rumble," Dallas said. I get he was trying to lighten the mood, but it was too soon to make a comment like that.

His comment made me mad. I punched him in the arm, probably harder than I expected to, considering he pulled his arm away and rubbed the area where I hit. "Really?" I asked him with an annoyed tone. He shrugged at my question and I rolled my eyes.

Soda cleared his throat a little. "Anyway," he started, "Why'd your parents… ya know… this time?"

I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. The only answer I could give ya is that I could smell alcohol in my dad's breath."

"It's stupid if you ask me," Johnny mumbled quietly, only loud enough where I could hear since he was sitting at my other side.

"Not to sound rude or give you the wrong idea of what I'm trying to say," Ponyboy started, "But why'd you come here of all places?"

Soda sent him a look of some sort of discipline. I let out a small chuckle at his reaction, "Oh, calm down, Soda… and I didn't plan on coming here. I just ran out the first chance I got and just kept running, then landed outside on the steps of your house."

"That's what that loud thud was outside?" Two-Bit asked.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"You fall pretty hard, then." I could hear he was trying to make me feel better, and I'd be lying if it didn't help somewhat, but I wasn't going to admit to it out loud, not yet anyway.

I sent an annoyed look his way. "Thank you, Two-Bit."

For about another hour and a half, they all asked me about what happened… well, everyone except Johnny, who stayed his usual quiet self. Which was pretty understandable to me. He knew how it all went. He knew what went on in my house. He knew the life I was forced to live the majority of my life. He didn't have to ask what happened at my house, he already knew.

It always broke my head thinking about that. How much the two of us could relate, in this sense at least. Sure, we were in the grade, same friends, same class, whatever. Anyone could have those similarities. But the fact that we had the same home life, it was kinda sad. Like I said, it broke my heart knowing Johnny, who couldn't even hurt a fly, his life was my life. But at the same time, it didn't feel that way, knowing there was someone who understood exactly what I was going through at home.

During the whole thing with the interrogation they all did, Johnny got up from next to me on the couch and went outside. "Uh guys," I interrupted, "If you don't mind, I'd really like to just get some air for a little bit. I'll just be right outside on the porch." Before anyone could protest me, I got up and started walking outside, trying to ignore my ankle.

I turned on the porch light and sat down next to Johnny on the steps of the house, "Hey, Johnnycake."

"Hey, Rain," he said quietly, not looking up from the ground.

"Just curious… why'd you come out here?"

He shrugged a bit. "I dunno…"

"Ya filthy liar," I teased and chuckled, "Now what's wrong?"

I saw him smile a bit, but his smile quickly disappeared just as quickly as it was there. "I couldn't sit there and listen to what your parents did to you."

"Oh." My voice got quiet and I looked down as well.

"Yeah… and I just… it's bad enough my folks do it to me, but both of us? It just ain't fair, ya know?"

"Johnny, life ain't always fair. Besides, whether it's you or me, it ain't right. There's no difference or comparison whether it's right for them to do it or not to either one of us. What they do, it just ain't right."

"True, but still. I just couldn't listen to it."

I nodded. "I get it, trust me, I get what you're saying… that's how I feel whenever it happens to you. I know you know this already, but life just ain't fair sometimes. We just established that," I chuckled, "But we all got each other to get through it."

I saw him smile again when he nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

I smiled a little. "When am I not?" I teased. "But, otherwise you're alright?"

"I should be askin' you that."

I thought for a moment. "Then you can make up for it by helping me stand up and walk inside, my ankle still hurts." He chuckled a little, stood up then held out his hand to help me stand and went back inside.

Ok, so you see where my other author's was going before? Good.

Ok so I need an opinion. I've asked three people in total about this (one of you is on fanfiction. net and you know who you are, the other two are two of my friends who like to help me with things I'm not sure about for these stories) on fanficiton. Net, there are things called "one-shots", which for those who don't know, are little short stories for fan fic's where it's little stories that the people make up, but they're not chapters long, but people can make a bunch of them as little chapters or parts for a story… I've been thinking with this story, to make a collection of those (for those on wattpad, they're the equivalent to little short stories) based off the second bonus chapter in "To Love A Greaser". In that chapter, I had the future for what happens to the characters (in my story at least) and I was thinking of making little stories like that, and each short story is a chapter over a period of their lives based on that… ok, so this is where you come in- I need to know if there are people who would actually read that if I did that, or if it's too much for those characters and story… so please, please, please, PLEASE message me, comment, ANYTHING telling me what you think? I will love you even more than I do already (since y'all actually read this things of mine) so yeah… that's it

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