Lost in The Outsiders

Chapter 7: The News

Maddy's POV

Oh god. What am I gonna do? If the public and the media finds out, people are gonna me crawling at my feet to get details, and some organization is gonna steal my boys away from me to do tests.
No one.

And I mean

No one.

Is going to take my boys.

I will fight to keep them here.

No. I don't have to worry. Maybe he's just pulling some stupid stunt. But he has more than one reason to be pissed at us, and I don't see why he wouldn't sabotage us. Ugh! He's ruining our lives.

I got out of the car.
"Get the guys and meet me back here, we need to talk."

They nodded and drove off. I walked in my house and slammed the door. This time I didn't try to stop myself. Who knows what's gonna happen with my boys?

Kicking off my shoes, I raced up the stairs and down the hallway. I almost made it to my room but Ponyboy grabbed my waist and pulled me into his arms.

"Welcome back, beautiful, where are you going?" he asked sweetly

God, do I love him.

I sighed heavily. "My room."

"You don't seem yourself today, your jumpin around everywhere." He brushed my hair out of my face.

"It isn't my day at all, Pony." I sighed.

"Why not?"

"I'll tell you when everyone comes down. Were all gonna talk about it."

He took my face in his hands.
"Okay, but if there's anythin else wrong, you tell me."

I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes.
"I will."

Steve walked up
"Don't start. I don't want to barf up this cake."

"Steve you have no reason to talk. We all know you want to kiss Ellie again." Darry retaliated, watching some stupid show on the tv. I was glad they changed the movie.

He got red and looked down.
"You don't know anything"

I chuckled and continued back to my room. I was still pissed and scared and everything. I don't know. Maybe I freak out too much. But I really do hate the world. It's a terrible thing. That's why I read books. It's so much better. That's why the gang is so special. They are like 102988401% better than the human race. They are part of the 2% of the population that is actually worth something. And of course, it's because they're from books.

I shut the door quietly and laid down on my bed. Maybe this isn't real. Maybe I'm just dreaming. There's no explanation for any of this. And why did it happen to me? Out of the 7 billion people in this world, it had to be me.

I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep. I needed it, I needed to get away from reality for a little while.

But it wasn't exactly as peaceful as I expected it to be. It turned out to be a nightmare.

Bob was there again, haunting me in reality and in my dreams. We were in Tulsa again. I was reliving the moment where he jumped me, this time, a whole lot worse.

"Don't fight with me, broad, I always get what I want." he hissed. His arm wasn't broken this time, so he didn't have to rely on his friends to hold me back.

He tied my hands behind my back, and my legs together. Then he cut my mouth again, to get me to shut up. But I still yelled, despite how bad it hurt when I did.