"Hey ya'll!" I yell as I walk into the Curtis house to see everybody, but Ponyboy. "We're my boy?"

Silence...

"Guys?" I ask once more. "C'mon guys! Please! Tell me!"

Sodapop looks around, "I gotta tell her."

"Don't!" Two-bit yells.

"Tell me what?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Ponyboy is-" Soda starts.

"SODAPOP!" Darry's voice booms.

I storm out of the house slamming the door on my way out, "fuck all of you!"

The door opens and shuts, I look back expecting to see Johnny, but when I see Sodapop I remember he's dead. A few silent tears stream down my cheeks. Soda hugs me tightly, "what' wrong?"

"I miss him, I miss them," I sob silently into his chest. "I loved them. He was my best friend. It's not fair. They were taken away from me. It's not fair."

He grip tightens, "lets go find Ponyboy, but I don't think you're gonna like it."

"Like wha-" I start, but then look forward to see Ponyboy with his tongue down Cherry's throat. I walk towards him, but Sodapop grabs my arm pulling me back. "What the hell do you want Sodapop? I'm sorry! Okay? I'm fucking sorry Johnny's dead and I'm sorry Dally is too. I'm sorry I'm even in your fucking life, but please just tell me you don't like me instead of breaking my heart. I'm sorry!"

Sodapop sighs, "lets just go home."

"Where is home?" I ask tears streaming down my face. "I don't have a home. I don't have a family. I don't have friends. I'm nothing. I don't have anything. There's no point anymore Sodapop. I'm done. Just please tell Ponyboy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for whatever I did to hurt him. I'm sorry Sodapop and please tell the gang I'm sorry."

Sodapop has matching tears streaming down his face, "it's not that. I just ha-"

I put my hand up to his mouth, "it's okay Sodapop. I know I messed up and I'm sorry."

"Brooklyn!" I hear from a voice I'll never forget. I turn around to see Ponyboy. "I can explain."

"I don't care anymore Ponyboy," I sigh. "If you want to be with Cherry, go ahead and be with Cherry. I don't care anymore Ponyboy. I love you. I love you so much, but I don't care enough. It's over. I'm done. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that this has to happen because of-"

"The fire!" Pony yells. "God! Why does everything has to go back to that night when it comes to you Brooke?"

"Because that was the worst night of my life and I'm the one who deserved to die! I should of been the one dead right now! You wouldn't of cared as much anyway!"

"Do you really think that I'd rather you be dead?" He asks.

"You don't care about me, you're playing with me," I sob. "It's okay Ponyboy. We should of never went out in the first place."

"No! God dammit Brooke! You always have to complicate things! You're the reason Johnny and Dally are dead! I don't even care if we work out anymore, because I deal with the mental roller coaster you're on! I don't want to! I'm just a thirteen year old and you're unstable! You're the most unstable person I've ever met! You hide behind a fake smile and act like everything alright, but it's not and only I know that! I don't even care though! So go ahead, dump me! See how much I care! Happy I spoke my mind?"

"Go die in a fucking whole Ponyboy Curtis! I hate you and I wish I never met you!" I yell back at him. "Happy I spoke my mind?"

He speaks up quietly, "get out!"

"Get out of where? You can't kick me out of a public movie theater! You can't tell me to leave! You don't own this! Get out of where?" I ask on the verge of falling apart in front of everybody.

"Get the hell of out of my life and stay the fuck away from me you psychopath!" He screams in my face.

As tears stream down my face I look in dead in his eyes, "and to think I loved you. I'm out of here!"

I walk away bumping into Sodapop as he pleads for me to stay, "where are you even gonna go?"

"I have an idea!" I yell as I run away sobbing.

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I knock on my old door until my dad appears in the doorway, "Brooklyn?"

I sob loudly, "what did I do? What did I do to make you hate me so much? Why didn't you love me? What did I do wrong? Please tell me! I can't take it anymore!"

He sighs, "Brooke it's pouring outside please come in."

He goes to grab me and pull me in, but I flail away from him, "don't you dare fucking touch me after everything you've put me through! You put me through hell! Do you even know that? I was never good enough for you! I'm never gonna be good enough! If I'm not even good enough for my own father, how am I gonna be good enough for somebody to love, to have kids with, to marry, to let into their lives? How dad? I am NEVER gonna be good enough! The worst part is, I love you. I love you so much and I can't help it. No matter how much I don't want to! I want to hate you, but I can't! God! God dad! Do you not see what you put me through?"

"Brooklyn, I'm sorry," he speaks softly.

"No, you're not! If you were sorry you would of came looking for me! You wouldn't of let me just walk out of your life! You know that? How did you sleep at night not knowing where your own daughter is? You're flesh and blood! I am disgusted to have to say you're my dad! The guy who abandoned me and left me out for myself when I was six years old! I was a little girl! I was helpless and you left me!" I yell sadly as I sob loudly.

"I'm sorry, but that day wasn't a good day for any of us," he informs me. "Remember?"

Flashback

"Daddy please stop," I beg as I coward behind the couch.

He slaps me right across the face and I feel blood trickle down my cheek, "worthless piece of shit! It's been a long day, just shut up and leave me alone! You should be grateful, I work hard for this house!"

"We-well I'm not," I stutter quietly. "I just want a family."

"Well I don't want you!" He screams loudly slapping me once again then kicking me to the floor. He repeatedly kicks me in the gut. "I hate you! You're a spoiled little bitch!"

I sob on the floor, "daddy please."

He backs away slowly, "just leave and never come back! I don't love you I never will!"

I run to the door then look at my dad, "just expect to ever see me again! I'm leaving Tulsa and I'm never looking back! I hate you!"

"Good get out of my house you worthless little bitch!" He screams.

Flashback over

"Sadly I do," I frown. "I'll never be able to forget the things you called me or what you did. They're tattooed into my heart and I hate you for it, yet somehow I still love you."

"I'm sorry," he says slowly.

"I don't care," I speak. "I don't care what you do or what you say anymore. You're out of my life. I don't need you anymore and I don't care what you think. I am leaving Tulsa now and I don't care what you have to say about it."

"You won't leave!" He yells. "You'll never leave! You're to weak! You'll always come running back to me you little bitch! You're right I'm not sorry! You deserved it!"

"You're an ass!" I yell before running off, but this time for good.

This is the second to last chapter of Chasing gold, I'll try to have the last one up tonight, but three chapters in one day is hard. You guys are the best for reading this far. Talk out what happened in the comments below. Stay gold. Do it for Johnny!

-Beth