Johnny be good

Johnny was a good boy, or at least that’s what he’d been told all his life. From his first memories of returning his sisters teddy when she was crying, to his teenage years when he’d heard it time and again when being compared to his peers he’d felt this praise. So it came as a surprise when for the first time in his life he found himself on the sharp end of peoples thoughts.

It wasn’t that he had done anything wrong, or at least not anything he could grasp exactly. It was just that he didn’t know what to do now. He’d seen it coming, he’d felt the tick in the back of his mind scratching warnings on his skull, but he’d still gone through with it.

Business as usual was how it had started. Another drunken night out with his friends, out at his favourite bars, eyes wide with the excitement of meeting new people, finding new women to entertain. A few had caught his eye and as usual most were happy to entertain his charm. One in particular was flirting with ease and had become his infatuation for the evening. Long dark hair and a cheeky way …