The outsiders

Flashbacks

Dallys Pov

It was a day I will never forget. The day where Johnny was attacked.

*Flashback*

It was a regular day. I had spent the day doing not really anything. The sun was setting, it was getting dark and cold I was strolling down the sidewalk, then suddenly I see the gang huddled in the corner of a field. What were they doing there? I walk over behind Pony and peer over his sholders. Before I was able to ask what was going on, I caught sight of Johnny. I suddenly felt sick, I thought I was going to throw up. Johnny was the gangs little brother...he was on the ground with a huge gash on his face. All of us were used to seeing Johnny banged up from his old man beating the hell out him day in and day out...but this was different. I ran my fingers through my hair and just tried to compose myself...then Johnny started bawling. I almost lost it there...this was a kid that had taken a beating with a piece of wood without so much as a whimper.  I was swearing under my breath about the dirty, goodfornothin Socs that had jumped my buddy. I swore right then and there I would hunt down the sorry excuses for human beings myself and personally show them not to mess with my buddies.

Johnny sobbed out the whole story...Soda tried to calm him down but he just kept crying. After all was said and done I pulled him aside

"Come on Johnnycake." I said as soothingly as I could muster up

"D-d-dally?" He stammered

"Hmm?" I said looking at him, pushing his hair back out of his big brown eyes

"How can you be so tough? Don't things hurt you?" He asked looking down at the ground

I sigh and try to think about it. I HAD to toughen up. If you didn't get tough, you would get hurt.

"Johnny, Im gonna let you in on a lil secret." I said pulling him close and making sure no other gang member was around to hear this.

"Its the things we love that hurt us the most." I said low and quiet

He looked at me with an unknown expression. Was it fear because he was just jumped? Was it shock that I had showed any emotion? Was it a combination of the two? I didn't know. I just puched his hair back and walked with him. For some reason, that kid looked up to me, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why...there was nothing about me that wasn't screwed up. I didn't want Johnny to be like me...tough and showing no emotion. I don't know what to think or do right now...I just sigh and let me features harden back to the normal tough face I always wore. Thigs will look up......one day.