Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

64|"Please Don't Leave Me."

<Skyler's POV>

I stand up with assistance from Steve and hobble behind him as I go as fast as I can towards the door. Steve throws it open and I hold my breath nervously. All I see is Pony standing in front of Johnny's father. Pony's eyes look so different. They are wild and dark. His hands are in two tight fists. I have never seen Pony like this. So rabid. I hide behind Steve a bit. He takes my hand and squeezes it. "Where is he? Where's Johnny?" Pony snarls loudly, spit flying from his mouth. Johnny's father squares his shoulders and points his chin towards the ceiling.

"You're the ones that took my son from my home," he mutters angrily.

"Home hardly," I mutter. Mr. Cade points an accusing finger at me.

"Watch it girl, I don't care if you're knocked up, I'll rip your throat out," he says carelessly.

"You threaten Johnny like that?" Steve asks accusingly. Mr. Cade looks to him angrily. It's now I notice the split knuckles on his hand. Wherever Johnny is, he's hurt. Mr. Cade swings a fist and tries to slam it into Steve's face. I grasp his knuckles with my fingers and push him back angrily. Steve then pulls me back behind him.

"Just tell me where he is!" Pony yells wildly.

"You should know, you took him from my care," he yells. Pony takes a step towards Johnny's father.

"Your care? You beat him to a pulp and whip him with your belt! You don't care for him! You are hardly a father hell you're hardly a human being!" Pony screams at the top of his lungs. The tendons pull in his neck, testing how far they can stretch until they snap. His veins poke out of his skin which is now a cherry red. A few tendrils of hair sway in front of his eyes, adding to the wild appeal. I know he has made a mistake now. Unfortunately, neither Steve or I move fast enough.

Johnny's father balls his giant hand into a fist. With skin pulling tightly over his bones, he strikes Pony right across the face. The sound of bone cracking against bone could be heard from a mile away. Pony's head whips to the left dangerously fast, his neck twisting much to far. His whole body is thrown into the coffee table. An empty beer bottle shatters beneath him. I see a few shards of brown glass embed themselves in the skin on his arms. Tiny droplets of blood peak out of minuscule cuts. The right side of Pony's face is already swollen and a cut runs along his jaw. Blood pours slowly out in an oddly straight line. Tiny drops of red spill down his flushed face. All of Pony's slippery hair is flipped to one side of his head from the impact.

Steve jumps forward and brings his knee into the mans chest. Mr. Cade is pushed down to the floor. Steve flicks out the blade from his pocket and holds it at the ready. He leans over Mr. Cade with dark threatening eyes. "Touch him again and I slice your eyes out of your fucking head." I walk tentatively over to Pony. He is out cold. Pressing my fingers to his wrist I feel a slow pulse. A breath of relief escapes my mouth. When I shake Pony's shoulder he doesn't wake up.
"Skyler!" Steve yells alarmed. I see him leaning over the couch looking at something in surprise. I pace over to him and see what he is looking at.

What is left of Johnny Cade is stuck to the ground unconscious and bloody behind the couch. His eyes are swollen shut and black. Every inch of his skin is red or black and blue. His arm is twisted at an odd angle at his side. His shirt is blood covered and ripped in spots revealing slits of bruised skin. Small pieces of glass are wedged into his neck with blood spurting from them just like the ones in Pony's arm. Alone these injuries are not abnormally harmful. Together they are more than enough to be lethal. If it weren't for his clothes(or what's left of them) and his distinctive hair I wouldn't know who he is. "I'm going to get Pony, you get John," I demand. Steve nods and tries to find the best way to pick up Johnny.