The Outsiders Imagines

Johnny

I looked at the clock. It was 9:00pm and my parents were fighting. They were getting louder and louder. Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass breaking. I couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't risking coming out of my room, so I opened the window and climbed out.

I started walking. I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was I had to get away. I can't wait until I'm 18. I'll be able to drive and leave this place. This town.

I started walking to the lot. Most of the boys, mainly Johnny, are always in the lot. Johnny sleeps in the lot and I hate it when he does. His parents are like mine but a lot worse. Mine yell and fight but not as much as his do. And his beat him, mine don't, or at least they haven't yet.

The Curtis brothers say they he can stay at their house, they tell that to everyone in the gang, even me, and he does but not all the time. He stays at their place when it gets colder. I wish he would stay more often. I don't like him sleeping outside all the time. He should be at his home in a nice, soft, warm bed with loving parents, but that's the case.

When I got close enough to the lot I could see something glowing. I knew some one was there and they had a fire going. When I got there I seen a boy with his head in his hands and could here their quiet sobs. It was Johnny.

"Johnnycake, are you okay?"

He looked up and wiped his eyes. They were red from were he had been crying. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." I was about to ask another question when he spoke up again. "What are you doing out this late? I thought you were at home."

"My parents got into a fight. I snuck out before it could get any worse. What about you? Why are you crying?"

"My parents. It seems like I can't away from all the violence, ya know?"

I sat down beside him. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"I wish you didn't. You don't deserve to go through all of that."

"Well you don't either." He shrugged. "I feel like I do."

I wanted to to tell him not to feel like that. But I wanted to know why he feels that way. "Why?"

"Because, all the time I'm getting told by my parents or the Socs that I'm worthless and better off dead." I could tell he was trying hard to fight back tears. "The Socs say no one will even know that I'm gone, that on one will care. My parents tell me that I'm just another mouth to feed and that I should leave and never come back, that I'd save them more money that way."

I was about to say something but he spoke up again. "They hate me. They don't love me. They tell me that everyday." He was crying now. "I love them but they will never love me. What did I do to make them hate me! What did I do, (Y/N)! What did I do!"

I hated seeing Johnny like this, broken and defeated. I pulled him into a hug and he cried into my shoulder. "You didn't do anything, Johnnycake. Nothing at all. Don't blame yourself. Don't listen to what they tell you 'cause it's not true. Your amazing and you have a lot of people who love you and care about you."

He pulled away from me, sniffing and wiping his eyes. "Thanks (Y/N), that means a lot." I smiled and leaned back against the old car seat. I scooted over and snuggled up to Johnny, laying my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that, just looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company, until we fell asleep.