This is my first Fanfiction story. I'd like to thank A Writer With Mixed Interests for inspiring me to write this. This story is going to have a lot of OOCness and if you don't like that then don't read.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Outsiders. Only my OCs.
Colette's POV:
I stared at my horrifying reflection in the cracked mirror that hung on the wall in the bathroom of the one story house that me and my alcoholic dad (who could barely even afford it) lived in. My skin was deathly pale and my dark brown hair was a knotted mess. I had bruises, scars and cuts both new and healing on my chest, arms, stomach, and legs. My face wasn't much better. I was so thin, you could almost see every bone in my body. My dark brown eyes showed worry and fear. Underneath my right eye, a sickly colored bruise was starting to form.
I was 17 years old. I was young. To young for this. To young to be hurt physically and mentally by my dad and boyfriend who I feared to much to do anything about. Both of them hurt me. Everybody who knew me well enough thought it was just my dad who was abusive. But only I knew the full story. And that was to much.
Sodapop Curtis was my boyfriend of 6 months. Everyone knew him as carefree and loving, but only I knew him as cruel and hating. I couldn't understand why he was like this. I was terrified of him. I was scared to leave him. Nobody knew what he was really like deep down. Nobody knew he had another side to him than what everybody saw him as. It was only me. And I wasn't able to understand why he was the way he was. It wasn't right and it won't ever be.