J O H N N Y

Walking home from the Rehab group, Johnny jams his hands into his denim pants pockets, taking a deep breath. The 16 year old was scared about walking home because Socs are all over this town and they don't really like Greasers.

"Damn my old man is gonna kill me," Johnny murmurs to himself weakly.

Johnny's father was an abuse, overweight drunk. He was awful to say the least.

The bruises and marks he left where were no one could see them, no one. All of the marks were left on his chest and stomach, even a few cuts on his back from his father throwing bottles at him.

The 16 year old male didn't want to go home but he had no where else to stay but the lot and it was a bit cold outside. He'd rather be warm and in danger than freezing his ass off in danger.

Either way he was in risk of getting his ass beat so what was the point of trying to stay safe? There wasn't a point to him, not one.

Johnny slowly walks down the street, darting his eyes left and right, keeping watch. Socs could be anywhere since the rehab center was on the Soc side of town.

There was a loud roar of a car and Johnny nearly jumped out of his skin in fright. If he ran for it, the boy would he a complete goner, no doubt.

"Please don't be a Soc, please don't be a Soc," Johnny pleads to himself. "Please..."

The loud noises of the car grew close fairly quick, causing the younger boy's breath to hitch in his throat. He clenched his fists in his pockets.

"Hey Grease," someone's voice snarls. "I saw you leaving the drug place? What're you doped up on?"

The voice laughs with their deep voice and the cars noises slowly stop. The 16 year old keeps his eyes on the sidewalk, slightly quickening his walking speed.

The person grabs him by the shoulders, squeezing roughly. Johnny stops in his tracks quickly.

"I-i just wanna get home," Johnny murmurs. "I-i don't want no trouble man..."

"Well sorry to say," the Soc starts. "But you happen to be on the Soc side and this is our turf. You guys should know that by now."

"I-i do but the only rehab center i-is on the south side of t-town," Johnny stutters. "I-i can't go anywhere else."

"So what are you addicted to," the Soc asks in an almost evil tone, squeezing Johnny's shoulder tighter. "Cocaine, cigarettes-"

"P-painkillers," Johnny says cutting him off. "I-i'm addicted to painkillers."

"Well then I guess I'll do you a small favor," the Soc says, turning Johnny around to face him.

He pulls a bottle of Tylenol out of his fancy coat pocket and hands it to the 16 year old. Johnny hesitantly takes it and looks at the taller boy with curious eyes.

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"Why don't you just down the bottle and do everyone you know a favor," the Soc says. "Kill yourself. Overdose. Just die. I mean, why else would you need the painkillers?"

Johnny remembers the beatings from his drunk father, all those times the Socs jump him, all those taunting laughs at school... Maybe he should listen, no one liked him anyway, right?

Hot tears well up in Johnny's eyes and they drop to the sidewalk in big tears, silent sobs escaping his lips. The 16 year old's bottom lip quivers and he slightly nods.

The Soc lets go of him and smirks in an evil manner. He crosses his arms over his chest.

Johnny shakily twists the bottle cap, struggling to open it with his shaky hands. He whimpers as he finally gets it open after a few minutes.

The 16 year old Greaser makes eye contact with the Soc. He takes a shaky breath.

"Do it, I know you want to," the Soc taunts. "You wanna take those pills and just end it, passed out on the sidewalk.  Everything stops... You won't feel anymore and no one would even spare a second glance at your body."

Johnny lifts the bottle to his lips, tipping his head back. No one would miss him...

He dumps the pills into his mouth and chokes back a sob, closing his lips and dropping the bottle. The Soc smirks.

"That a boy," the Soc cooes. "Now swallow."

Another loud car engine roars and screeches to a stop close by. The car door slams and someone stomps over.

"Buddy you got five seconds to get back in tour fancy ass car before I ram my blade up your ass," someone growls.

Johnny looks at them and realizes who it is. It was Keith from the rehab center.

The 16 year old keeps all the pills in his mouth, too busy choking on sobs to swallow the pills. He wanted to swallow more than anything but his body wouldn't let him.

The Soc rolls his eyes at Keith and stomps back to his car, getting in and driving away. Keith looks at Johnny and his eyes go from mean to worried within seconds.

He sees the empty pill bottle on the ground and darts his eyes quickly to the younger boy. Johnny shakes slightly as more tears streak down his cheeks.

"Johnny spit them out, now," Keith says quickly. "Please."

Johnny shakes his head slowly as the pills slowly dissolve on his tongue, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Keith shakes his head and walks up to Johnny quickly.

"Then I'll get them out," the 18 year old murmurs.

Keith teaches out and places a hand on Johnny's jaw. He takes a deep breath and tries opening the younger boy's mouth.

"Open," he demands. "Now."

Johnny shakes his head quickly and looks at him. The pills were dissolving so it would be easier to swallow them.

Keith forces Johnny's mouth open and tilts his head down, some of the pills coming out of his mouth. Johnny makes a loud noise of rejection, squirming his head around in his grasp.

After a minute of struggling and Keith keeping his mouth open, all the pills are on the sidewalk. The 16 year old finally starts bawling loudly, collapsing onto the older boy weakly.

"Its okay," Keith says in the most comforting way he can. "I'm here for you..."

Keith wraps his arms around Johnny and holds him close. That damned Soc...

A U T H O R S - N O T E

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