“Johnny Cade was last and least. If you can picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and is lost in a crowd of strangers you’ll have Johnny.”

Johnny was in your gang of greasers, and he was bait for the socs who had recently been jumping greasers so commonly they couldn’t walk alone. So when Johnny was practicing football out in the field, he had been beat. Badly by a soc, the soc’s thick rings beat his face in, and his clothes got covered in dirt in blood. His eyes were red, from crying or a popped blood vessel wasn’t clear. He has a black eye, nasty bleeding deep cut on his cheek, a busted lip, and bloodied nose, a swollen, beaten face. He lost his jacket in the process, and they left him bleeding and crying.

He managed to shakily and weakly get to his feet, it was dark, and began to rain, he was covered in blood, water, and dirt. He knew his dad would just beat him more or run him out of the house, and his mom wouldn’t care at all. So he approached your house instead. He was light headed, body aching as he approached your front door. He knocked on your door with swelling, aching knuckles, breath shaking, he could barely breathe through his nose.