Tough Luck.. (JALLY AU)

☺Chapter 1: Lost Puppy☺

JOHNNY POV

I woke to a dark night, my dad was banging on the door screaming at me to open it. I sighed and got up slowly to open the door..

"What the hell!" He screamed.

"What..." I mumbled.

Before I knew it he was in my room shoving me against a wall cussing and yelling at me until I burst into tears.

"GET YOUR SHIT NOW!" He let me loose.

"W-why.." I cried.

"YOUR ASS IS GETTING OUT OF HERE THATS WHY, NOW GET YOUR SHIT!" He raised his hand and slapped me while he yelled.

I fell at his incoming slap and I hit my head on my bed frame. My nose started to bleed from the impact of the fall. I didn't have anything to take! Everything here was shit, it was trash. I grabbed my jacket and threw it on, I had no shirt on and I had just jeans on. My belt was lost somehow?

"Now get! Maybe your fucking boyfriends can let you stay with them you little bitch." He swore and shoved me out of the house.

I had blood drip from my face with a mixture of tears. I wanted Dally.. He was tough, he would instantly be there for me! The gang doesn't know but me and Dally are really close. He's probably at Buck's.

I could go to Buck's, or the Curtis house, or Two's, or even Steve's.. But I'm going to Buck's, Dally is probably fast asleep. I started walking that way with just a jacket on and jeans, my shoes were left behind so I looked homeless.. Oh wait.. I AM!

I finally made it to Buck's and I knocked on the door harder than usual since there was a party. Buck answered.

"What kid?" He hissed.

"Tell Dal I'm here please.." I had tears stream down my face, nobody ever saw me cry.

"Fine.. Get in here!" Buck opened the door.

He ran upstairs and I was left by the door. I heard running a few minutes later. Dally came speeding downstairs. I guess Buck told him I was crying for the first time. That wasn't true.. I had cried plenty when I was alone!

"Woah Johnnycakes, what happened." Dally stood before me leaning against the wall.

"I...." I lost my words and cried harder.

"Parents?" Dally asked.

I nodded slow and Dally huffed. He hated my folks more than I did. He grabbed my shoulder and guided me upstairs we went to his room and he shut and locked the door so nobody would barge in. I stood there with a blood dropping nose and tears pouring. The music was loud so nobody would hear us.

"Let it out man, your with me. They can't hear you." Dal said, sitting on his bed.

I took that offer and fell into the wall crying. I sobbed and Dally watched. He was shocked, Im a Greaser, I don't cry. But tonight and any night I'm alone was different..

"Kid.. Come here." Dally opened his arms, like I said, were extremely close.

I got up and ran into his arms making him lay back on the bed, I hid my face in his chest and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He started to hum in my ear. I calmed and stopped crying enough to tell Dallas what they did. He got up half way through the story.

"Those fuckers." Dally had been pacing and I was laying on the bed.

"I KNOW!" I removed my jacket and laid in the covers.

Dally groaned and grabbed his face. He search his dresser for a shirt, he knew I was cold. He chucked a black tank top at me. MY BLACK TANKTOP?!

"I lost this! Where was it." I threw it on and got back in the blankets.