Just Greasers

Chapter Eight

I awoke in a cold sweat in jail. "What am I doing here?" I asked. "You Don't remember?" A voice said. I looked around and saw a guy in orange leaning against the wall. "You made the news, You terrorized a family and led the cops on a chase." He said. "Oh god what was I thinking?" I put my head in my hands and he lifted my head up. "We all make mistake kid." He said. I stood up and paced around my cell. "No way I'm getting out." I said. "They're charging you for assault with a deadly weapon and property damage. The kid you beat up is in the hospital, clinging to life." He sighed. "So's my brother, I did what I had to do." I teared up. He looked away and I sat on the bed. "Visiting time is in an hour, some girl has been coming everyday, also there was a black kid." He said. I lied down and decided to take a nap. It felt like only a couple seconds after I went to sleep before the guy woke me up. I trudged over to the visiting area and sat down. Lola sat down at the table and turned to the side since her belly was sticking out even more now. "Hey." I said. She smiled weakly and hugged me. "Johnny died." She cried. My eyes went wide and I broke down. "They made it official today." She sobbed and I held her. "But you may be getting out of here." She tried to lighten my spirits. "How?" I inquired. After the court found out that Richard killed Johnny they justified your actions." She said. "You're getting out tomorrow." She said. I just nodded and sat back down. "Did you decide on two names yet?" I asked. "Yeah," Brooklyn and Donny." She nodded. I touched her stomach and she kissed my cheek before hugging me and leaving. I milked around for a second before I was taken back to my cell. I went to sleep and when I woke up it was the next day. I left and smelt the fresh air. I decided to stop by the morgue to see Johnny. I went to the Mortician and he gave me a puzzled look. "A thirteen-year-old Johnathan Jameson isn't here." He said. "In fact he's not dead he's at Miller Memorial hospital." He said. I got back in the car and Lola looked at me puzzled. "Johnny's not dead." I said. I floored the pedal and zoomed over to the hospital. I parked quickly and bolted into the hospital. I asked for his room number and took an elevator up. I went into his room and saw him awake and crying. "I died?" He was yelling. "Calm down son, it was only for a couple of minutes." The doctor reassured him. I walked in and hugged Johnny. "Oh good you're here." The doctor smiled. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, can we speak outside." He said. We went outside of the room and he looked at the clipboard. "Johnny won't walk again He was paralyzed from the attack and a wheelchair is needed for him." He said. "How much does that cost?" I asked. "40 bucks." He said. "Catch yourself on! We're not rich." I said. "Well maybe you would have money if one of your weren't in the trauma bay every week." He said. "How about we change it up and I could put you in here." I threatened. He left hastily and I sat next to Johnny. "Remember how mom used to do the little piggy song with your toes?" I asked. "Yeah." He answered. I took the sheets off of his feet and he smiled. I touched his big toe and a look of horror spread on his face. "I can't feel it." He said. "Huh?" I asked preparing for the breakdown. "I CAN'T FEEL MY FEET!" He wailed. Tears started flowing from his eyes like a river and his screams brought misery to my heart. I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I hugged him tightly as he cried into my shoulder. "It's okay, don't cry." I consoled him. "I love you Pep." He said. I teared up as well. "I love you too." I cried. "Look at us, We sure look tuff." I said. We pulled away from each other and Lola finally walked into the room. "Hey asshole!" She yelled. I pulled her in for a kiss. "Hey Lola." Johnny said. "What's wrong kid?" She hugged him. God, I love her so much. "I can't feel my feet." He said. She pressed on his thigh. "Nope." He shrugged. "I'm goin' out to get some food and drinks, whaddaya want?" She asked. "Hershey's bar." I said. "Same for me." Johnny coughed. When she was out of earshot I turned to him. "I'm marrying Lola." I said. He smirked and punched my shoulder. "Good." He smiled. "Let's go ride around." I suggested. He nodded and I got a wheelchair. He stood up and fell down but I caught him. I put some socks on him and we went around. "So, how do you feel?" I asked. "I feel better." He said. "What's with the sudden mood change?" I asked. "I know that this won't stop me. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing." He said. I nodded and we kept on walking. "Also you can't beat me up anymore." He laughed. "I don't think that'll stop me. It'll just make it easier." I said. He gulped and I laughed it off. "Let's go back now." He said. We went back to the room to find a girl there. "Excuse me kid." I said and place Johnny on the bed. "JP." She smiled. He smiled back and I just sat down and pulled out a playboy. I wasn't even paying attention to the world around me. The girl leaned over my shoulder I fumbled to close the magazine. "Who the hell are you?" I asked. "My girlfriend." He said. Lola arrived with our stuff and I bit into my chocolate bar. (Is this getting mundane? I feel it is) Lola gave me a glimpse of the Jack Daniels bottle in her jacket. I went to the bathroom and she followed soon after. We sat in a bathroom stall where we did LSD. I chugged the alcohol and washed my mouth out before kissing Lola. She sat on my lap then before I could do anything I felt wetness on my lap. "I think my water just broke." She whimpered. We burst out of the bathroom and she started to complain about contraction. "Why are they starting now?" I asked. "I had them but I thought that it was just some bad food." She winced. "MY FIANCE IS GIVING BIRTH!" I yelled. She started laughing at how panicked I was. An obstetrician came and took us to a room. She groaned and the baby came out  slowly. "It's early though!" I complained. "SHUT UP!" She screamed. I did as she told and she took a deep breath and her face turned red which I didn't think was possible for a tan person. Soon I heard cries and she relaxed. "Is it a boy?" I asked. "I'm not sure, there's too much blood. but he's 2 months early. So we'll clean him up put on a diaper and you can see your little bundle of joy." She smiled. I hugged Lola who wept. "I hope it's a boy." I said. "I hope it's a girl." She smiled.