Greaser

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

“And so did the bitch.” Ты 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.” Ты say cooly.

“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”

“He dumped your sorry жопа, попка five months ago.” Ты snort.

“At least my жопа, попка is better looking than yours.” She huffs.

You stand up. “What was that.”

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

Ты see the huddled body in the corner.

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

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

“Not again, not again.” Ты think.

He would break for sure this time.

You crouched Далее to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” Ты ask, trying not to let the tears fall as Ты 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… ” Ты whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We...

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