The Outsiders

“So… The whore decided to show up.” Sylvia snickered from behind you, over the noise of the party at Buck’s.

“And so did the bitch.” You thought to yourself, clenching your fist.

“Whaddya doing here, whore?” She says, taking a swig of her beer.

You turn to her, trying to remain calm. “I came here with my boyfriend.” You say cooly.

“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”

“He dumped your sorry ass five months ago.” You snort.

“At least my ass is better looking than yours.” She huffs.

You stand up. “What was that.”

“My ass,” she smiles. “Is better looking than...

You see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” You whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as you ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” You think.

He would break for sure this time.

You crouched next to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” You ask, trying not to let the tears fall as you shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

You gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” you whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We...

“Ok, Joey, this is what you gotta do. You move the gear into drive right? Because that’s what you gotta do; drive. And you lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but you shouldn’t do that… But if you do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and you see, you move forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. You don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when you want to turn, you gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then you turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...