Steve Harrington Imagines

Scars

***Warning: This chapter hits a few hard topics. SH and SA. Please read at your own risk and if this is at all going to trigger you please be kind to yourself and don't read. Thank you and enjoy.***

The path in front of me was littered with beer cans and foam pool noodles, which I kicked out of my way as I walked. Holding Trevor's hand was the only thing keeping me from panicking right now, I had really bad social anxiety, but I had to learn to become "Comfortable with being uncomfortable" as my dad says. So here I am, at a party, with a guy I cannot believe even asked me to go with him, in a short skirt and tube top. I curled my black hair into soft waves and felt them brush against my shoulders.

"TREV! My man, you finally showed up! Oh and with a lady friend. What's your name doll face?" I hid my cringe face at the nickname.

"Y/n." He extended his hand at the same time I did, what a sloppy handshake it was too. Always can tell when people are no good if they have terrible handshakes.

"What brings you guys to the party?" He put all his attention to Trevor now, thankfully because he makes me increasingly uncomfortable.

"Well, Y/n has never been to a Brent River PARTY! So I had to show her what the hype was all about." He playfully nudged my shoulder and I half laughed at his actions.

"Well, welcome to the party. It's always a great time! Help yourself to any of the drinks, food, guys or girls. Whatever you're into." he flashed a smile and walked off, going to engage with more numb skull friends. Joy.

"You seem nervous, you ok?" Trevor walked in front of my before we entered the crowded house.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just not use to being around so many people in one small area." He grabbed my hands and placed a kiss on both.

"I'm here princess, you're safe." I nodded and blushed at the gesture. We walked into the house, hand in hand. Yet I couldn't help but notice the grip he had before we walked in was stronger than now, I brushed this off though. No need to overthink because, well, he asked me. That's got to mean something.

"I am going to get you a drink, stay here ok?" I nodded in agreement and stood at the small table in the corner of the living room. The music was so loud I could feel my ear drums bumping to the beat. Trevor walked back with two red solo cups in hand, full of no one knows. I thanked him and grabbed the cup from his hand, taking a small whiff of the contents of the cup I could smell the alcohol but, there was definitely another smell as well. I decided to not make a big fuss. I am at a party with a bunch of people from my class, I cannot freak out now in front of everyone.

"Thanks for the drink!" I shouted over the music. Trevor winked at me, leaning down so his lips aligned with my ear.

"I made it just for you!" This didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or maybe it was the environment we were in. I shook the feeling off and took a sip. Shit this stuff is strong.

"Yummy!" I lied over the music, he laughed and got called away.

"I'll be right back!" I nodded, not wanted to yell again knowing my breath reeked of alcohol. I took a few more sips of my alcohol, watching as he disappeared into the crowds. I started to feel funny, not sure if it was the alcohol already or what but cannot say I enjoyed it. My head started spinning and I got real sleepy out of nowhere. Oh no.

I walked around the corner, nearly falling over at the movement. I was dizzy, so dizzy and disoriented. Uncomfortable was an understatement. I reached the front door and went to grab the doorknob but it was too far away, it just kept getting farther. I felt hands wrap around my waist, Trevor.