Lost in The Outsiders

Part III: Chapter 1: How Could You Forget?

Maddy's POV

I rubbed my aching head, regaining my vision. Looking around, I saw old cars and houses. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'm back.

Managing some strength, I got up on my feet and cracked my back. It was in the afternoon and I was in the park.

My only thoughts were to find my friends and Susan. Hell, there was 13 people, I could at least find one of them. But mostly, I was looking for Ponyboy.

I walked towards the greaser neighborhood. I should know, I took this route millions of times. Well, that was before we left.

I kept my head low, wishing the Socs wouldn't be around. That was the last thing I need, is to get beat up, raped, or possibly killed. I need to find my friends. On my way, a car drove past, and I shivered. It was a mustang. I can't escape the Socs, and I can't escape Bob. He haunts me even back home. The smell of alcohol and tobacco on his breath. His words that pierced my soul.

"You know what I want, greaser girl. I want you to feel pain."

"Your gonna regret that broad."

"I always get what I want."

He fills me with fear, and it burns inside me. I loose all my courage and my strength. Somewhere I've felt this before.

The car stopped. No.
I felt my back pocket, and there it was, my switchblade.
I pulled it out and flipped the switch. My name burned on it in capitol letters. This meant one thing.

You don't know me. Not only do I have this blade, I have my gang, and we won't take any shit from you. So don't fuck with us.

The door half opened, but when they looked out, I clutched it in front of me, shaking. They got back in and drove away, letting me breath a sigh of relief. I really didn't want to kill anyone today.

Switching the blade back, I noticed a figure on the road, walking the same way as me. I would recognize that man anywhere. That was MY man.

"Ponyboy!" I yelled, overjoyed.

He stopped walking and looked back.
I caught up to him and threw my arms around him.

To my surprise, he just shoved me back.
"Hey, do you mind? What do you want?"

That shook me up a little bit. Maybe he's just upset. But why would he reject me like that?

"Hey, what was that for?" I raised my eyebrows, and tried to hide the hurt in my eyes.

"What do you want? And who are you?" He showed no care whatsoever.

How did he not know who I was? This was so stupid.

"It's me, your girlfriend. Were supposed to meet up with the gang. We came from 2014, remember?"

"What? Don't act dumb. I'm not in your gang, and I never had a girlfriend."

Those words hit me like bullets. Not in the head, but in the heart.

I tried to keep my head high, and tears out of my eyes, and grabbed his arm as he walked away.

"Hey, listen here. I don't know what your talking about. Your my boyfriend, it's me, Maddy. If you want to be that way, whatever. Don't plan on seeing me again. I'll probably die of a broken heart."

He yanked his arm away.
"Get lost broad!"

"Fine." My voice cracked as the tears stained my checks, and I stormed back the way to the park.

I couldn't explain the pain I was feeling. It was like getting hit by a bus.
No. Like a train.

For the second time in my life, I was broken by a boyfriend. Why is it so hard to love? Why do the people I trust the most, betray me? He said he loved me. Hell, they both did. They said they would love me for ever. They said they would help my heart mend. Ponyboy told me he would help me forget about Him, and I trusted him. Why did he turn into a Him? Why can't I love properly? That was the last straw. I'm never falling in love again. I thought I was as good as other girls. They told me I was more than them. But they both walked away. Why didn't they tell me? What did I do wrong, to deserve this? I'm nice to everybody, even the undesirables. Why am I never what they want? That's all I am. A nobody. People pick me up just to drop me, and break me again. For the 3rd time in my life, I've been broken. This one is the worst. All I can say is, I'm sorry heart, for letting you shatter again. You told me to never love again. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I'm sorry I didn't let you heal. I thought they would do that for me.