Yellow, Pink, and Orange

Chapter 1

We find love in the most mysterious ways. But one thing that comes with that love is a happy ending. Right?

Johnny POV:

As I walked down the cold street, my feet start to tingle and ache. I use the light of the bright sun to guide my way through the bare lot. I was cold and injured, not a good combination. Just an hour ago, I was hanging out with the gang, but now I'm here. 

The gang and I were coming back from the movies. It was a Sunday, so I knew I would be in trouble by my mother if I was home late. This was the only time she actually cared when I got home, but that is only because it was the day for church. She didn't want to "embarrass" herself in front of her friends by being late or having a "greaser" son. I said bye to the guys and went home. Once I got inside the house, the yelling started.

"Where have you been," yelled my mother as soon as I got in the door, " I told you to be home by 3pm, and it is 3:30? Were you hanging out with your little friends? I told you not to hang out with those people." 

"Sorry," I said knowing that I wasn't sorry. Why should I be, I'm just trying to live my life. Then again, even existing here is a sin. This singular apology sent my neglectful mother into another one of her fits.

"Sorry?" she yelled, flinging her arms around in a dramatic manner, "you're sorry? I'm sorry for giving birth to you. If I didn't give birth to you, your father and I would be in a happy marriage."

I know. I will always know. Cause you always tell me.

I just stood there with nothing to say. Even if I did have something to say, I wouldn't be able to say it. She always has to have the final word.  

"Now go and get changed. Look nice. You already embarrass me enough with how you look." She stomped into the kitchen leaving me to time to think about how horribly this night would go.

When we arrived at the church my already pounding heart started to pound even more like a jack hammer. I was sweaty and hot like my clothes were on fire. The atmosphere of the place was choking me to death. I hate it here. 

Three hours. After three torturous hours of church we finally left. The whole time I just sat, listening to the preacher while I felt the judgmental eyes of everyone around me. "Sit up straight," my mother snapped hitting the back of my head, "you are embarrassing me." When am I not.

At one point during the night I was standing at a food table, when I felt a hard tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see Bob. The king soc of all soc's. Whenever I come here he would tease me. I hate this guy. 

"Hello Johnathan. You look...clean." he said in mocking tone.

"Don't call me Johnathan, Robert." I said harshly.

He shoved my shoulder hard. "What you gonna do about it grease? Huh, you gonna run to your mommy and daddy and cry to them. Oh, wait they won't care." Him and his ugly soc friends.

"Oh, shut it Bob." I took a sip of my drink and turned away, but Bob grabbed my shoulder hard and spun me around to face him, before I could fully get away. By now a few other Socs had joined in on Bob and his group.

"Keep talking like that grease and you won't have a mouth." threatened Bob.

I stared him down not showing any weakness. He pushed me down to the grown and got on top of me trying to punch my face, but I was able to block just in time for an adult to come. We got separated and the adult, some rich guy, started yelling at me. As if I was the one to start all this. I just left not wanting to start anything else or have my parents find out. 

I went outside to smoke when I saw a priest coming towards.

Oh, shit.

I put out the cigarette and looked at him. He had a stern and hard face , he was young to. Kinda reminded me of Darry.

"Hello, Father."

"Johnathan," he had a look of hatred and disgust, "you need to start playing nice and stop your sinful nonsense. We are suppose to be people of God. I thought you were a child of God. Now I realize you are a spawn of Satan himself. I will have everyone pray for you." He walked into the church lot looking back once.

Sigh, He is kinda right though. I am a child of Satan. And Satan are my parents. 

Due to the fact that we where in a place of power and respect my parents did not hit me as much. Sure a few hits on the back of the head every so often, but that was with every parent. As soon as we got in the car though, the usual yelling , screaming, crying, my daily life started.

When we got home and into the house my parents were in the privacy of there own home so they did what they do best and started to argue. Apparently my father was still a little drunk during church, even though my mother told him not to drink at all today. But the both of us know that you can't take candy from a child. While drunk he also slapped one of the nuns asses and flirted with the other moms. Being angry at each other they put there anger out on me. My mother landed a solid smack to my face and my father, a punch to the ribs. It wasn't like I could go home and fix this stuff. No, they took my medical supplies from me to make me suffer some more. Some fun stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to go to the Curtis house to get fixed up.

Today was one of those days. Good day that turned bad. Hopefully tomorrow it's all good.