This story is intense. Trigger warning for this chapter, and most likely all of the the other chapters.

Johnny's P.o.V.

I cherished moments like right now.

Ponyboy was curled up into my chest with my arms wrapped around him protectively.

We had a record playing in the background and candles lit around our room. We were just trying to enjoy time with each other. Just trying to be happy.

Well, I was trying to be happy. Pony was better. A whole lot better.

In fact, the only trace of him ever being depressed are the little pink lines along his wrists.

"You're doing it again." He mumbled, and I realized that I had been tracing my fingers along his scars.

"Hmm..." I smiled. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He sat up and pressed a short kiss to my cheek. "What do you wanna do tonight?" He asked and I frowned.

"I can't do anything...not tonight baby, I'm sorry."

He pouted. "Johnny...we haven't gone on a date in forever. I was hoping that tonight we could go to the movies and then haves some fun when we got home..." he winked at me.

I chuckled, but still shook my head. "Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow."

Truth is, that sounded like an amazing plan to me. There's nothing I would rather do than go see a movie with my boyfriend.

Pony sighed and snuggled back up into my chest, only I was too focused on missing out on another date, because of my, er... 'meetings.'

I glanced at the clock, and realized that I had to go.

I slowly sat up, causing Pony to whine. "Don't go..." he mumbled.

"I have to," I said, kissing his cheek. "I don't want to but I have to."

"Where are you even going?" Pony frowned.

"I...I can't say." I cursed myself, because I knew how suspicious this had to sound to him.

"Well, okay...I love you." He sighed and laid back down.

"I love you too...so much." I pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked outside, towards the park.

I hated Wednesdays. I hated having to leave Pony and come here to him. But I have no choice.

I walked further into the park where there was a spot that was pretty much always secluded.

I looked around for a second, but I didn't see him. A ghost of a smile appeared on my lips. Maybe he forgot. Maybe I got away without a beating this time.

A deep chuckle that came from behind me made me realize that, no, he didn't forget. I still had to face him. I still had to be his puppet for today.

"Hey fag." He sneered and I winced. "Whatcha been up to lately?"

I stayed silent and stared him down, not willing to let myself show fear.

"Quiet today, aren't you?" He mused. "I don't like it." As soon as the words left his lips he had kneed me in the stomach.

I dropped to the ground, wheezing and clutching it. He pulled me up by my hair and got in my face. "You've probably been fucking your boyfriend today, haven't you?" He snarled and drew back his fist.

I whimpered and braced myself for the punch, but it didn't come as quickly as I thought.

"You know this can all end, right?" He chuckled. "All you have to do is break up with your slut of a boyfriend, and all of your suffering ends." He leaned in real close to my face, and I could smell his hot breath.

"M-mine ends..." I struggled, trying to get away. "but what about Pony? You'll kill him."

"I'd like to, yes." He gave me an evil smile and his fist connected to my right eye.

I whimpered just a bit, but stayed mostly silent. He then threw me down and began kicking me in my back. He's never risk kicking my stomach. He didn't want my ribs to break.

"As long as your still with a guy, as long as your still a fag, this is what's gonna happen." Another kick to my back. "And you know what happens if you tell anybody about this, right?" He punched my jaw and I nodded.

"Yes..." I gasped out.

"I'll kill Ponyboy. I'll kill him and make you watch. Then I'll drop you off on the West side of town and get them to kill you."

Just the thought of watching Ponyboy being mercilessly tortured right in front of my eyes was too much to bare.

I let out a choked noise and felt tears well up in my eyes.

"What's the matter?" He yanked me up again. "You scared for your boyfriend?"

I stayed silent.

He growled, but then wore a sly smile. I gulped, feeling helpless. I hated when he wore that look. "If you bite me I swear I'll kill Pony."

I was confused as to what he meant, he just kept staring at me. After a few more seconds of staring, he slammed his lips on mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

I gagged but he held me against him, and now I knew what he meant. Tears slipped down my cheeks as he continued to kiss me.

When he finally pulled away he threw me on the ground and spit. "Next time you kiss him he'll taste me you slut."

I whimpered and watched him stomp away. Tears continued falling from my eyes for a while, before I decided that I had had enough of his taste, and that I needed to go home.

I slowly stood up and walked to my house. Once I got there, I quietly slipped in, trying to avoid my mother and father.

Mom was passed out in the couch and dad was nowhere to be found.

I crept into the bathroom and locked myself in. Slowly I cleaned all my wounds. That part wasn't too bad.

But after I finished I quickly brushed my teeth, trying to get rid of any and all of him. I felt like I had brushed my teeth for hours, but it was only about twenty minutes.

I just wanted to be sure he was gone. I didn't know how I could ever kiss Ponyboy again. I sank down to the floor and wept.

I cried for Pony, I cried for his safety, I cried because I would be afraid to touch him, I cried for our relationship, but I never cried for myself. I didn't deserve to be cried for.

Oh my gosh this is surprisingly dark. Who is 'he'? I know who he is, but I doubt anyone could guess it.