you were walking down to the lot before you heard some muffled sobs. your eyes widened. you recognized those cries anywhere. you quickly started running towards the sound. you found Johnny laying on the floor. his lip was busted and his face over all was covered in bruises and cuts. even his denim jacket was ripped. he was sobbing as he spat out blood onto the ground.

you quickly went over to him and as soon as you could, you got him up and helped him up. he struggled to walk, he was sobbing. somehow you made it to your house and sat him on the couch. he let you tend to his wounds and injuries you saw tears fall down his face. It was so..different to see Johnny sob uncontrollably. you’ve never seen him break down like this. that’s how you knew this really did a number on him.

eventually he spoke through his sobs. struggling to even speak.

“im real sorry…”

that was the thing with Johnny, he always apologized for things he didn’t even do.