What Happened To Johnny In The Outsiders Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

"Give me the stone." "Do you dare open your mouth to beg?" Another blow fell on William. "Stop hitting. William, I don't need the stone anymore." Cindy shouted. William did not give up and continued to demand the stone. Every time he opens his mouth Johnny gives him a punch. "You're the most stubborn person I've ever met," Johnny told his juniors to go home and bring the Musgravite here. He threw the stone at William. "Go away." After Johnny's group disappeared, Cindy ran to William. Tears welled up on her cheeks.

My heart skipped a beat as I hurried towards him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. "Come on, let's get you inside without anyone noticing," I whispered urgently, my voice barely audible. I grasped his hands, trying to convey a sense of reassurance. But Johnny didn't respond with affection. Instead, he followed me silently, his movements mechanical, like a lost soul. I sensed a distance in him, a detachment that unsettled me. I led him towards the back door of the mansion, my plan being to slip him inside unnoticed. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole, and I prayed that we wouldn't be discovered.

I turn into a bat and fly away I search everywhere but I couldn't find him, where on earth could he be, rain starts to pour, I look for where I can take shelter "Johnny where are you" _______Johnny's POV ______ "Thanks again for letting me stay here rose" I said nervously "Well did I have a choice, you killed 3 persons, you sucked them dry what where you even thinking?"she yelled " you don't understand, there's a lot going on in my mind, am surprised you still had the guts to come close to me, aren't you scared I might suck you dry as well?" "No, because I know you Johnny, you aren't usually like this, now tell me whats really going on"

Johnny was not at home, he was out with his friends, and when he returned home he found her: cold and motionless. When Johnny was ten years old, he went to live with Mrs. Kavanaugh's daughter, Margaret, and her husband, Richard Kudo. Greg committed suicide instead of going to prison for murder, and Johnny never overcame the injustice, even though his life improved dramatically after it. To him, Margaret and Richard were the real parents. He tried not to think about other people. “Terrible things happen to so many people, Miss Ruiz. Not everyone turns into a monster,” he said.

His eyes stayed on the road. Hands firm on the wheel. Unmoved. She tried again. “At least say something… I almost died.” Still nothing. That silence— It wasn’t just distance. It was resistance. And Anita felt it. But she didn’t push harder. Not yet. When they arrived— Johnny stepped out first. Walked around. Helped her out of the car. Careful. Controlled. No emotion. Just action. Inside— The house still looked the same. Messy. Unsettled.

They were currently at Odessa in Texas. Johnny was sitting on a chair beside Edward, looking down at his feet, dejected. He knew that the consequences will be grave when he first came to know about Edward and Clara but there was no way he could change Edward’s mind and hence he decided to rather help him. It is God’s great kindness and blessings and maybe Clara’s love for Edward that he was still alive. “Johnny?” Jonny was lost in his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up.

I rubbed it, my hand moved in circles as I managed step after step till I was through the front door. “Addy!” Johnny’s elation greeted me the moment I stepped through the door and suddenly it didn’t even matter that Scarlett was trying to rape my husband out in the garage anymore. Johnny rushed up to me with open arms, his face beamed like the sun on its first sighting in the morning.

And now he was circling the drain with rats and roaches. I lit a cigarette, drawing in smoke and leaned back in the cracked leather chair my men had dragged in. Outside, my men waited, posted in the shadows, waiting for the word if things went south. The door rattled, metal against metal. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, pulled the gun tight in my hand. Johnny appeared, worst than the motel. Gaunt, pale, hair thinning in patches, shoulders slumped like a man carrying the weight of all his own bad decisions. His eyes flicked around the room, and for a second I thought he might try something. They went wide when they landed on me.

Before I realized it, I’d wandered into Uncle Steve’s neighborhood, to the tree where Jenny and I used to stand. I could see her smile in my mind—only now, she was smiling at someone else. I walked past Uncle Steve’s house. The lights were on, and there was a lot of movement inside. The whole family must’ve been there—probably to meet her new guy. I turned to leave, but someone called out behind me. “Johnny?” It was Dr. Cox. I turned around.

Carolyn’s POV Resuming school after the holiday felt like walking into a fire I couldn’t put out. The morning sun didn’t carry warmth. The school walls, once familiar, now felt like they’d turned on me. The girls at the gate whispered. The boys near the assembly block pointed. My footsteps echoed a little too loudly, like even the ground was trying to make sure I knew I didn’t belong here anymore. I can still remember the beatings I got at the mall; it was very vivid. I can still feel the legs stomping on my body, as I walked past most of the school girls, I couldn't help but wonder if they were part of the girls that J.J. had sent after me. If they were among the girls that beat me up, I wa