A/N: This story takes place at the beginning of the book/movie. Hey all this if my first Outsiders fic. I recently re-read the book and watched the extended version of the movie for the first time and I loved it! I also realized for the for the first time that these characters were just begging to be slashed. So who am I to deny them that? I hope you enjoy what I have so far. Be warned the story contains physical and sexual violence and strong language. Please Review. Constructive criticism is great and of course positive responses fuel me to write more. ^_^ Thank you!

"I asked Soda and he said he didn't know a thing about it." Ponyboy said.

Johnny had stopped listening to his friend a few moments before when he realized that the sun was setting. He knew that at any moment Darry would call Ponyboy into the house, and he would be alone for the night.

Almost on cue Darry poked his head out of the screen door. "Hey Ponyboy" he said. "Don't ya got homework to do? Get in here it's a school night."

"Alright" Ponyboy groaned. "I'll see you tomorrow alright Johnny?"

"Yeah all right." Johnny mumbled.

"We'll meet Dally for that movie."

Johnny just nodded his head in agreement as he watched Ponyboy walk into his home. He stared at the closed door for a few moments just listening to the cheerful sounds of the Curtis brothers sharing an evening together.

Johnny shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn jean jacket and wandered off towards home. He contemplated going and sleeping in the vacant lot, but he quickly changed his mind when a gust of icy wind caused him to start shivering. His jacket was useless against this type of cold. As he turned the corner onto his street he immediately noticed that his home was dark and quiet. If his parents were fighting he could usually hear them a block away.

They probably got drunk and passed out. Johnny thought. He walked quietly into the house and found his father asleep on the couch with an empty bottle of tequila resting in his limp hand. Johnny tiptoed to his room. The room was fairly empty besides a for a small lamp, some clothes tossed in the closet and a small twin mattress shoved into the corner.

The mattress was a new addition to the room. For years Johnny had simply slept on a pile of blankets, until one day Two-bit presented him with the mattress. His parents had given him hell about the mattress at first. For all Johnny knew the thing was hot. There had still been plastic on it and everything when Two-Bit had given it to him. Johnny didn't care about that though, he had been truly touched by the gift, and knew then his gang would do anything for him and he knew he would do anything for them.

Johnny was so happy to be sleeping in his own bed that night. He kicked off his shoes and jacket and crawled under the covers.

Johnny didn't know how long he had been asleep when he heard the heavy boots of his father stagger into his room. Johnny laid still and quiet hoping that his father had walked into his room by mistake and would soon realize neither his bed nor his woman were here. By the light of the moon streaming in through his window Johnny could see a fresh bottle of tequila in his father's hand.

"Hey" His father mumbled.

Johnny pretended to be asleep.

"Hey!" His father said again this time kicking Johnny hard in the ribs. "Get up!" he spat.

Johnny gasped at the sharp pain and clutched his side.

"What!" he snapped back at his father.

"Did you take out the trash like I told ya?" His father asked.

"What?...Uh yeah I did this morning."

"Don't you lie to me boy!"

"I'm not! I told you I did and I did." Johnny snapped.

"Goddammit first you lie to me now you're talking to me in that tone!" His father shouted lifting him by his collar and slamming him into the wall. "Now get your ass up and go do what I told ya to do!"

"I've already done it." Johnny shouted at him, a slight edge of fear seeping into his voice.

"Goddammit!"His father shouted grabbing Johnny again and punching him square in the face. Johnny crumpled to the floor. Before he could regain his footing his father was lifting him back up and slamming his fist into Johnny's eye.

This time as he fell back Johnny managed to catch himself on the wall and scoot away from his father. His father stumbled after him, getting his feet tangled in Johnny's blankets.

"Get back here you little son of a bitch!"

Johnny's heart was practically pounding out of his chest. He had experienced this type of violence at the hand of his father many times before and it always scared him. This time though, Johnny was panicking. Suddenly Johnny remembered the switch blade in his back pocket. He had kept that on him without fail ever since he had been jumped by that group of socs. He had thought they were going to kill him that night. The blade was for them not for his father, but after experiencing that terror he swore he would never let anyone hurt him like that again.

He had the blade out and pointed at his father in an instant. "Hold it!" Johnny shouted. "I'll use this"

His father stumbled to a halt. He stared at the blade confused for a moment, and Johnny watched as realization and then anger spread across his face.

He stepped towards his son. "Why you-"

"Don't move another damn step! I'll use this I swear!" Johnny shouted trying his best to maintain some composure.

His father just stared at him, fuming like an angry bull. Johnny didn't know what to do next.

Suddenly the loud crash of a falling tin trash can and the hiss of a cat broke Johnny's concentration. Instinctively he looked towards his window trying to find the source of the sound.

That moment was all that his father needed. He lunged towards Johnny grabbing his wrist and squeezing until his son dropped the blade. He didn't stop with that though, he continued to squeeze and twist the wrist until Johnny cried out in pain and fell to his knees.

"Don't you ever threaten me like that again you little shit." His father seemed to squeeze harder with every word.

He's going to break it. Johnny thought.

"I'll show you who's in charge in this goddamn house." With his free hand he began fumbling with his own belt until he was pushing his pants down past his hips.

Johnny was now completely overcome by panic. He didn't know what his father was going to do, but he knew he had to get away. He furiously struggled to get free.

"Be still!" His father snapped, back handing Johnny with all his strength. The force sent Johnny flying into the wall, so that he slammed his head into it and fell down onto the mattress. His head was going fuzzy, but he fought to maintain consciousness. His father grabbed his limp body and turned him over so that his face was pressed into the mattress.

Before Johnny slipped out of consciousness he felt his own pants being pulled off. God no he thought.

The next day Johnny woke up to the sun piercing his eyelids. He moaned and tried to turn towards the wall, but when he moved his entire body screamed out in pain. Slowly memories of the previous night came back to him. He lifted his hand and looked at his wrist which was now purple, and he could hardly move his fingers. He then realized he was only wearing his t-shirt. He cringed and his stomach began to churn. He barely had time to aim away from his bed, before he started vomiting. After he had expelled all of the contents of his stomach he scrambled around his room trying to find his pants. He couldn't stand his nakedness any longer.

As he was shuffling back into his clothes his mind began to reel. How could he face the world after this?

"Johnny!" his mother shouted from the kitchen.

Johnny just locked the door and tried his best to ignore her. While he was trying to process his memories, his breathing became heavy and tears started streaming down his face. He could feel another wave of nausea hit him, but there was nothing left in his stomach.

"Johnny!" his mother shouted again.

It was too much for him; between this and what the socs had done to him he knew he wouldn't be able to face the world again? Why was God doing this to him? What had he done to deserve this. Johnny looked around his room his eyes fell on the splatters of blood on his mattress and floor, then they landed on the switch blade which was still right where he had dropped it.

He grabbed it and stared at the blade. I can escape this he thought. For a moment Ponyboy's face flashed through his head, but he pushed the image out of his mind and pressed the blade to his wrist.