Chapter 4 - The Deed Is Done

I can't believe Johnny did it.... He did it.... I know it was in self-defense but I can't believe he REALLY did it... JohnnyBoy and I were just blowin' some steam and smokin' a weed down by the park when those Socs came by. They were so drunk you could smell the alcohol from where we were. We thought of running but they had surrounded us. It was no use - we were trapped. I kept thinking - this must be a dream. No, a nightmare. The image of Johnny curled up and bleeding in that vacant lot kept coming to my head. I couldn't let that happen to Johnny again. I just couldn't. The moonlight glinted off of Bob's many rings and you could see his fist clench in anger. When the Socs came up they started yelling insults, though they were barely recognizable through their stumbles. They came closer and cornered us by the fountain. I kept thinking, "This is it. This is the end. I can't believe this is the end..." I started to freak out. I was thinking of whatever I could do to get out of this. I could run - but there were too many of them. So, I spit at them. Now they were really mad. Before I knew it, my head was stuck into the fountain. I fought against his grip on my hair but the more I struggled the faster I drowned. Suddenly, it all went quiet. From the corner of my eye I saw blood diffusing into the water. I lifted my head from the fountain but, instead of gasping for air, I just stared. I remember Johnny saying "I did it. I killed him." These words rang through my head. A pool of blood was starting to form around Bob, who was motionless on the pavement. After the shock, we started thinking. We didn't have much time. By morning the fuzz would be on our trail and, from the filthy word of the other Socs, they would thinking we were murdering lunatics. We had to get out of here. We needed money. We needed a weapon. We needed a plan.

We went to Buck Merril's, this drunk who was a friend of Dally's. We told him to get Dally. That ol' tool went and brought us who we wanted. Dally limbed over. He had busted a couple of ribs when he got int a fight with Tim Shepard and was just lying down. Dally was the perfect person to go to. He had enough experience with the law that is seemed like he already had a planned laid out for us. He gave a wad of cash, a heater and clear instructions on how to an old church where we could hide out for a week or so. He looked proud that Johny had killed that Soc. Can you believe it?! I knew Dallas was cold hearted and thought only of himself but how can he take pride in taking a human life? It was just unthinkable. I know I shouldn't be talking about him like this when he just helped us get away from the fuzz but it really was a shock to me. I guess I can't blame him though. He's had a tough life.

He hopped on a train to Windrixville and I asked an old farmer how to get to the church. Luckily, he didn't ask too many questions when I served out a cool lie to the man. I'm really good at lying; probably because I read so much and know how real men play it cool. We got to the church and I quickly am typing up this diary. I'm ready to drop like a stone. I...