"He was the gang's pet...but we needed Johnny as much as

he needed the gang. And for the same reason."

The young boy picked himself up, brushing the hair out of his face, but only to be brought down again. He tried to brace himself but the kicks, punches, and spits kept coming. His father was slurring out words but he couldn't understand them. Things were getting blurry for the young boy, real blurry. The couldn't even feel the pain anymore, but soon it felt like the entire world stopped. He felt as if his body was paralyzed, he couldn't breathe. He looked up into the cold black eyes staring at him, the man spit on his young son and left the house to get a drink. The young boy lay on his side, lifeless. He stared at the dirty walls of his house and wished that he could just die and go somewhere else, somewhere that would welcome him with love and warmth. Soon he gained enough strength to get up, he stumbled over to the bathroom and washed the blood from his face. He looked in the old cracked mirror. How did I get here? He thought to himself. Was it his fault his family were psychotic? Or that his father beats the shit out of him? He heard footsteps come from the bedroom. Good morning mom. He walked out to the living room,

" Where the hell is you're father?" She said coldly to him

" He left, I don't know." The brown eyed boy sat down on the couch

" You don't know? What do you know then huh? I'll tell you what I know, better yet, I'll show you!" The small woman yelled, she grabbed a broom and came at him, he jumped up and ran out the door. She was close behind him. He turned around to see her and fell over something, he backed away as fast as he could with her poking at him. Then he heard running behind him, A teenaged boy with rusty hair and gray eyes ran in and pushed the young boys mother away. He helped the tanned boy get up, and led him away from the house.

" The name's Two-Bit Mathews." The Greaser said

" I- I'm Johnny, Thanks." The younger greaser said

" No problem Kid. That your old woman?" he said looking back at the rundown house

" Yeah. That's my mom." The boy looked down

A/N: Hey so here's my Johnny story. hope you like it o far even though it's like 1/12 of what a chapter should be. read and review.
Disclaimer: Hinton owns Outsiders