[Johnny POV]
I slowly opened my eyes and all I saw was darkness. I was pretty sure I was probably dead but I rolled over and saw a dim light. I had a slight headache, I sighed lightly. I moved my arm and heard the rattling of chains; I've been taken prisoner. I don't know why I didn't panic because I was scared of what will happen to me. I slowly sat up, I was sitting on my legs. My headache got worse and I softly massaged my temples.
People walked by occasionally and I just silently watched them pass. Some looked at me and I wish they didn't, they looked at me like I was lower than dirt. Some seemed almost sorry for me but I didn't want their pity. I began to focus more on the prison bars rather than the people, they were depressing me too much.
Someone stopped walking and slowly approached my cell. I didn't want to look up so I didn't. I just let them stand there and they didn't say or do anything. I felt their eyes on me and I shifted awkwardly. I sighed heavily and decided to look up at them. First I noticed they were female and they had a thin build. As I reached their face I realized who it was..
"Mom..?" I quietly said in shock, I haven't seen her in over ten years.
Her eyes remained cold and never showed any emotional, nether did her face. Her silence cut me deep but I didn't dare show her that she was hurting me by just standing there. She looked me up and down almost in a judgmental manner. I felt angry at her but also I felt sadness. She left me with an abusive father without even saying goodbye but also the way she was looking at me, like I was nothing to her from the day I was born. She sighed and looked away from me, she had disappointment etched on her face. I felt my heart break in my chest, I knew I probably shouldn't of cared but I did care. I felt tears well up in my eyes but blinked them away.
I watched her walk away and she didn't look back. I wanted to curl up and just lay in my self-pity. I stared at the ground and slowly started missing Dallas, the Curtis's..Hell, I even missed Two-Bit. I took in a shaky breath because I was scared I wasn't going to make it out of here. I was being very negative but I didn't know what else to feel or think. I was always negative about things and I didn't see a reason to change now.
I silently laid against the stone cold, wall; my mind was drifting. I heard the sound of keys jingling but I didn't bother to look over. I heard the door to my cell open and I quickly looked over. There was a man that looked as old as Dallas and another man but he silently stood there. The one that looked as old as Dallas stepped inside of the cell, the other silently stod outside the door .
I looked at the man that was in my cell, he seemed like he would be the sneaky type and his hair was combed back. He walked over to me and stood in-front of me, I looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face and I kept my face devoid of emotion. He knelt down on one knee so we were slightly face to face.
"Hello there,Johnny." he said and I didn't respond, I kept looking at him. "I guess you're wondering why you're here." he muttered and I nodded as a response.
"Well...I had you brought here because...I want to kill you." he said almost gleefully. My heart sank in my chest and I couldn't keep the fear off of my face. I can't die, not now.
"Though i'm pushing it to a later date, i'm curious if your boyfriend Dallas, will come and save you." he laughed a bit and I slightly scowled at him.
"I'm shocked to see Dallas with one person especially for this long.." he said while standing, I silently watched.
"How do you know he's not cheating on you?" he said with a smirk and I looked at him angrily. "You better hope he loves you enough to save you." he said while walking out and walking away. The other man shut the cell door and locked it.
I started thinking about Dallas and I slowly began falling apart. I missed him and I miss how he made me feel safe. I wrapped my arms around myself and sniffled. I remembered all the ways he touched me and the way he held me in his arms. I had tears rolling down my cheeks and I let out occasional sobs. I waited for Dallas...hoping he did love me enough to save me.
