My One And Only // {Johnnyboy}

Chapter Five: The Fight

The blue mustang stopped in front of us. I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life. This time, if things went wrong, Darry wouldn't be here. Don't think about Darry. I don't need him.

Four or five Socs stepped out of the vehicle. They were older. And drunk.

"Hey, tough guys!" one of them called.

I took on last puff before putting out my cigarette.

"Hey less-tough guys." I said. It was probably the cheesiest thing that I've ever said, but the Socs got offended by it. Next thing I knew they were chasing after us.

"Get em'!" one of them yelled.

Me and Johnny ran because we knew we were no match for them. We were fast, but after being up for as long as I was, I ran out of energy faster than normal. The Socs caught up to us.

We were around a big fountain when they surrounded us. I knew we were in for it. I don't remember how many ganged up on me, maybe three or four, but they took me by the arms and dragged me by the fountain. I caught a glimpse of Johnny. He was being beaten up by the biggest Soc. This was it. We were going to die.

The Socs shoved my head under the water. I struggled, but it was three against one. I took my last breath and got plunged for the last time. The world soon turned black. This is it, I thought, I'm about to die.

I woke up next to the fountain and started coughing up a lot of water.

"Pony! You're all right!" said a voice.

I was still very confused. That is until all the events of that night started to come back to me.

"Hey Johnny-" I started coughing again. I never knew just how much water I could hold until then. I then felt a sharp pain right in the middle of my chest. "Ow, my chest hurts like a bitch." I looked down and saw a massive bruise that had formed right where I had been hurting.

"Jeez, they must have slugged me hard in the chest."

"No, not exactly."

"What do y'a mean?"

"You wouldn't wake up. I had to do CPR cause' you had inhaled a lot of water."

"Wait, really? Johnny, you saved my life!"

I threw myself at him and embraced him in a hug. Johnny held me.

"But Pony, I think I killed him." Johnny said, terror in his voice.

"Killed who?"

"The Soc that was holdn' you underwater. I sliced his legs and threw a big rock at his head. One of them said "Oh my god you've killed him." They lifted his limp body, put it back into the blue mustang and drove away. They seemed terrified of me. I'm terrified of myself."

That's was when I looked around. I saw blood stains on the fountain and the pavement surrounding it.

"Johnny, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Go ahead, I won't look."

When I finished I went back over to sit with Johnny. I was in shock. I didn't think Johnny could kill someone. Not even for me. But there we were. Blood stains around us. We needed to leave. We needed to hide.

The problem was that we had no food, no money, and nowhere to go. If we went home, the cops would find us. If we hid with one of the gang members, then we'd all eventually get arrested. Then an idea popped into my head. Johnny said the same thing before I had the chance to.

"We need help from Dally."

And we were off.