the outsiders imagines

d.c

You knew he was going to be pissed something awful, and by God, you dreaded to see the glare you knew he was sure to be giving you the moment he walked through those doors. 

“I know your parent’s have just died, Y/N.” The principle said with a soft, patronizing tone. “But that is not an excuse to hit somebody, especially a man, you are just lucky he was raised in a good home and doesn’t hit women.” 

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You had risen from your seat, your hands on your hips as you stared down dangerously at him… but that was also the moment Darry decided to waltz through the room. 

“Y/N, you sit your ass down, you’re in enough goddamn trouble as it is.” You looked at your brother and you saw the venomous look in his eyes, and that was enough to get you to shut up. You knew you were in for a spanking, Darry had threatened you with it before. He still saw you as a child even though you were 17 years old. 

He sat down in the chair beside, all the while giving you his best glare. You knew he was pissed, he worked almost every day to provide for this family, and one day of work could make or break you.

“Thanks for coming, Mr Curtis. I was just saying to your sister that I know that she is under a lot stress because of the passing of your parents and I understand that, but it is not an excuse to hit another person, especially a man. She is lucky that the guy she hit was a fine fellow from a great family.” 

“A great family?” You sneered as you got up from your seat. “He is a piece of shit and you’re his uncle, what does that say about you?” 

“Y/N Curtis!” Darry snapped, not moving an inch from his seat, but his eyes met yours and you knew you urged yourself not to cringe, he meant business. You knew your ass was on the line- quite literally, but you didn’t care any more. 

“You’re lucky he isn’t pressing charges, young lady.” The principle spat. “Now take your seat so we can discuss your punishment like adults.” 

“Are you serious right now? He is lucky that I am not pressing charges for sexual harassment!” 

“Sexual harassment?” Darry asked, looking up at you with wide eyes and then at the snake of a man. “What exactly happened here, Mr Thomas? Because your receptionist told me it was all my sisters fault.” 

“He was snapping my bra straps down, hard might I add. I asked him to stop multiple times, and when he didn’t I hit him. He left bruises.” Mr Thomas’ face had gone bright red and he sank lower into his seat. 

“Can I see them?” Darry asked softly, apologetically almost. When you nodded, he got up from his seat and gently pulled your hair back over your shoulder. 

You felt him unzip your the top of your dress the slightest bit so he could see your back, and you could feel him tense up, a small gasp escaped his lips. 

“Have you seen her fucking back?” Darry spat at the cowering Mr Thomas. Your brother never swore, but this time he was beyond pissed. “There’s not just bruises, there are welt marks.” 

“Boys will be boys.” Mr Thomas muttered softly. “It doesn’t excuse her for hitting him-” 

“Is that the excuse we’re using now? “Boys will be boys?” Does that excuse another man raping a woman? Does that excuse another man beating on a woman? Does that excuse your nephew from sexually harassing my sister?”

“He didn’t sexually harass her-”

“That is exactly what he did. She didn’t want him to do it, she asked repeatedly for him to stop it, and she is the one getting sent to the office and suspended because “boys will be boys?” you’re the most repugnant person I have ever met.”

“I’m not going to suspend her this time-” 

“You’re right, you’re not. We are going down to the police station to press charges and I am going to the school board to have you fired, did you know the head is a woman? How do you think she is going to feel knowing that one of her staff members is allowing sexual assault?” 

“I- I’m sorry- I” 

“Let’s go, Y/N” Darry grabbed your hand gently and began to guide you out of the room, but you were staring at Mr Thomas, the usually proud man was unfolding before your eyes. His wide eyes were furiously tapping at the telephone to make a call, and small, short breaths were escaping his lips.

Darry walked you to the car and opened your door… but then he shut it and looked down at you. 

“Baby I’m so sorry.” He sighed, all signs of anger were gone. “When she called me in, I was so pissed off, I had every intention of spanking you when we got home. I didn’t think for a second that maybe something serious had happened or that it wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry that I was so short-”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand.” 

“I love you kid, they’re not going to get away with it, you dig?” He wrapped his arms around you, being careful not to touch your back. 

“I love you too.”