The Outsiders: Is this real? (Ponyboy Love Story)

Chapter 1

My name's Haley Springfield. I have long blonde hair with blue-ish green eyes. I'm 5'4 and I'm 15 years old. My life is hell. Pure living hell at that. My dad beats me and my mom is dead. She died in a car wreck about a year ago. I haven't gotten over it even though people tell me to. It's easier said than done and you wouldn't know it unless you've been in that kind of situation before. My dad took it hard too. He acts like I didn't love her. He says that it should've been me instead of her. He's said it SO much that I'm actually starting to believe it. Over 365 days of, "You're a worthless piece of shit that was a mistake and was never supposed to be born!" So yeah. Anyways. This is my story.

Haley's POV:

I was upstairs in my room just listening to music like I usually do. It's the very first start of summer so I can't escape to school. "HEY LITTLE BITCH!! GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS DOWN HERE!" My dad yelled. I crank the music up more. "GET DOWN HERE NOW BITCH!!" He yelled again. I crank it up some more. I heard glass shatter and a couple of bangs here and there. Then, I heard stomping up the steps that stop right at my door. He starts to fumble with the doorknob. After, he starts banging on it, realizing that it's locked. I just lay there not doin nothing. You might think that it's just stupid to lay and wait, but I can't go out of my window cuz, well, it's blocked. He blocked it. My dad finally burst through the door. "WHAT YOU BITCH?! YOU THINK I WOULDN'T GET THROUGH!? YOU'RE REALLY GONNA PAY FOR IT NOW!" He yelled yanking me off the bed and punching me in the face. This was a everyday thing so I no longer showed any emotion to him anymore. He always used his hands, but not a blade or anything, until now. He climbed on top of me and flipped the blade out. "Aww my sweet little devil child, it's no longer fun beins you don't cry anymore. What? Have you finally realized what a low life mistake you were? I'll end your miserable life, so don't worry." His sickening sweet voice pierced my ears. "C'mon you fucking piece of shit! Then, I won't have to deal with your dumbass anymore!" I said spitting right in his face. His fist collided with my face again, much harder than last time. He took the blade and started carving into my arms with it. I wanted to scream in pain, but I wasn't giving him the pleasure. He carved, low life, bitch, mistake, whore, slut, and other hurtful things into my arms. The pain overwhelmed me so much. I was struggling and finally broke away. I kick him right in the crotch and ran, never looking back. I ran to the bathroom and I grabbed my combat boots and jean jacket, then ran out the door.

I just kept running and running. I never stopped at all. Running till I couldn't run no more. I stopped by the lot. It was chilly out tonight and it was around 9:30 p.m, so I slipped on my jean jacket. Before I ran out the door I quickly grabbed some bandages from the bathroom beins I kicked that asshole so hard, he probably wasn't gonna get up anytime soon. I started to wrap them up. The only thing is, I didn't have anything to clean the wounds. With all I had, I just wrapped it up. It'll do, for now anyways. With nothin else to do, I decide to walk around to find a place to sleep. I'm thinking, maybe the park underneath the kids play ground, or in one of the tunnels. This was gonna be a long night.

Some blue mustang rolled up, and the Socs or what I like to call em', Socks, got out of it. They started walking up like they were badasses. Them dumb motherfuckers. "Hey baby, what's a hot lady like you doin?" One said who had some rings on. "Okay, first of all dumbass, don't call me hot, cuz I ain't no damn temperature. And second of all, it ain't none of your damn business what I'm doin." I said reaching in my jacket pocket for my switchblade. Good thing I decided to grab my jacket before leaving. "Ah, c'mon baby, hang with us. We'll show you a good time." Said one with brown curly hair. "How about, hell to the fucking NO!" I hollered then spit in his face. "You bitch, you're gonna regret that!" He yelled. I yanked out my switchblade, "You ain't gonna lay a finger on me cuz if you do, I'm gonna chop it off. That's NOT a threat, it's a promise." "Fine, fine. We'll lay off...for now. We'll definitely be back." The one with the rings said. "Alright, c'mon Bob." The curly haired one said to the rings guy. "Alright Randy." Bob said walking away.

I just sat there after they left cuz I felt drowsy. I think from the blood loss. Wouldn't surprise me though. "Whoa, I've never seen a girl do that before..." A voice behind me said. I turned around and saw this really cute guy with rusty brown hair, with a dab of blonde on the ends, looking at me. Behind him was another boy who looked like a little lost puppy.