Slip through | The Outsiders | Johnny Cade x Reader

be careful what you wish for

When I stepped out into the cold darkness, I had only two things on my mind; my mother's face, and a place far enough to cool off at.

My mom was bipolar and had a hard time taking her medication. She'd got the impulsive type mostly, so during a manic episode she often cheated on dad which always resulted into a fight. It was driving him mad, yet still he knew he can't do anything about it. It's not her fault, after all. . .

My parents never hit me or anything, but I couldn't stand seeing my mother whisper sweet things into my ear and try to kill herself not even a second later.

Sometimes I wonder if me and my siblings were only an impulsive decision, too.

With my mother, one could never know. And that's gone too far one night when we'd found a letter.

It wasn't suicidal, but it said she was leaving.

Until this day no one knows where she ran off to or if she's even still alive. My father tried to walk around it, but ended up drinking and becoming neglectful.

My oldest brother sticked for a while, but gave up as well. He left Tulsa after we found our sister dead in the streets and never came back. Me and my younger brother Chim hear from him only when he remembers to send a Christmas card once in two years.

Sometimes, our father leaves us a few bucks on the table, if he stops by at home, and when he doesn't have money; he leaves beer for us because it's the only thing he has, to give.

He's not a bad person, the thing is. . . that each time he looks us in the eyes, he sees our mother. And it breaks him.

I dreamed about my mother often, but this time the dream was intensive. I saw her at her worst and then heard someone brag about that the disease passes by generations. So I went out to clear my head, checking if Chim was still asleep.

I saw a few people and nodded at them as a small greet. Everyone knows everyone in this neighborhood, but I don't talk much to them. Except for that boy Sodapop at the DX gas station. We talk once in a while.

This side of the town splits in two sides, maybe three, but the middle class gets forgotten about often. The Socs and Greasers. Me and my brother are none, but we sure hate Socs and live on the west side along the Greasers that aren't neither friends nor enemies to us.

It was too late to go to a store or something, so I'd only walked for a bit while rubbing my arms for warmth. When I got back home, Chim was plopped on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with his wide eyes staring straight at the front door I had just came in through.

"Where were you?" he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "Went for a walk." I answered as his nostrils grew bigger. "Were you smoking again?" his face heats in disgust.

"No." I lied and it was easy to tell because I was reeking.

"What'ya lying for? Huh?" he almost chuckled. "Alright, but so what? Everybody does in this town.." Chim cocked one eyebrow. "So you'd be cool with me smokin'?" he asked, smirking. "Not at all." I scoffed and he bickered back about something. But I didn't listen, I was concentrated on how sleepy I felt.

I didn't change nor brush my teeth nor take the littlest bit of make up I had on off, I'd just let myself fall on the couch next to Chim and stole the blanket from him.

He shouted something but I blocked it out. "You can't leave like that without sayin' a word, ya'know. Had me worried." he then said. "I can protect myself." I blinked. "Daph said that too.." Chim sniffled, scooting closer and pulling the blanket back from me, putting it over us both.

Daphne was our lovely sister, the youngest from all of us, too. One night she begged our father to let her come home later than usual. That was back then when he still cared.