Scars | Johnny Cade Fanfic

32 - Lipstick

Triggers: Swearing, 'kinda sad but makes you happy' theme going on, JohnnyxDally

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Dallas' POV 

Still Monday, February 7; 10:28 a.m

Fuck that girl. Fuck her and her red hair. I was thinkin' as I walked along the sidewalk.

Here I am, having to walk all the way to Johnny's house just so I didn't have to hear that Grace girl talk. Gloria, was she annoying. Her smile too- just made me want to throw up.

Before I could even finish my thoughts, I was in front of Johnny's house. Boy, it looked rough, man. I mean, my room at Buck's ain't even as trashed as this place. That's sayin' somethin'.

The grass on the front lawn was all wheat-colored and dead, some vines covered the side of the house, and you could barely make out the 'welcome' sign on the front door.

I skipped the steps on Johnny's front porch, making sure to look inside the front window before just walking in. I didn't want to run into Johnny's old man. I didn't have time for him.

I twisted the knob on the surprisingly unlocked front door and stepped inside. Let me be the first to say, the house was a mess. The house was usually a mess, but in this state, you could barely see the floor. Newspapers, beer cans, glass bottles, and even dirt were all around.

"Johnnycakes?" I shouted, carefully trying to step around the mess on the floor. "You here, man?"

I saw a body shift out of the corner of my eye, groaning a bit on the couch. "Dallas?" It asked, trying its best to face me.

I hurriedly bolted over to find a sixteen year old boy covered with a blanket, looking like he just woke up from his sleep. "Hey Johnny, what are ya doing? Get up, Tru was tryin' to find ya earlier, man."

"I can't." Johnny whispered, sounding ashamed in himself as he turned back around.

"What are you, tired?" I asked, kind of getting annoyed now.

"Nah, man." Johnny replied. "It just hurts to move now."

I looked at the blanket covering the poor kid, then his face that was gazing at me. I clicked my tongue, trying to think of what happened. Something in the boy's face just said it all. "Your old man hit ya, huh?"

Johnny didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes looking all guilty and shit, as if it was his fault. I started to tighten my fist into a ball, muttering curses under my breath. "Well," I started, looking at him side-to-side. "If ya can't get up, I'll make ya."

Johnny opened his eyes again, this time with confusion. I ripped the blanket off of the kid, making his whole body shrivel up from the cold. There, I saw his bruises and cigar burns covered by his black shirt. His cuts and scratches, covered by his jeans. I bit my tongue to refrain myself from cursing in front of the kid again.

He gazed up at me. " I'm sorr-"

"Don't fucking finish that sentence." I interrupted, throwing the blanket to the side. "Let's go, kid. I'm takin' you to my place. You can't stay here."

The boy didn't even ask questions. He just nodded. He understood.

"Okay." I slowly continued, knowing the next few moments would be rough. "I need you to work with me so this is easier, Kay? You need to stand up for me so I can get you to the car."

Johnny's eyes widened. "I-I thought you walked here."

"I did. But there's a truck on the side of the road. I can hot-wire it for us."