The Outsiders Imagines

Steve - Part 1

You were at the park with your mom. You were nine years old and you love the weekends because your mom always brought you here. You ran around for a little, about to slide down the slide when you seen a little boy on the ground crying.

You frowned, slid down the slide, and walked up to him. "Steve?" You recognized the boy from school. He was in your classroom but you never talked to him. "Steve, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

He looked up at you, tears stained his cheeks. "Go away. I'm fine." He then put his head back down in his knees

You didn't believe him. You were determined to help him. "Are you sure?" You sat down in front of him on your knees.

"Leave me alone," He snapped, not even lifting his head. You didn't move though.

"Ste-" He lifted his head. You got a good look at his face. There was a cut on his cheek and his lip was busted. Did he get in a fight?

"I said leave me alone!" He stood up and pushed you on the ground. You were shocked. You didn't know Steve that well, but you didn't think he would be violent. But what happened next shocked you even more. Steve covered his mouth with his hands and ran over to your side. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to."

You stared at him bewildered. Why was he apologizing? Why did he look scared? Why did he think I would mad? "I'm o-okay. And I'm not mad at you."

"Oh thank goodness. I thought you were going to hurt me."

A thought popped in your head. "Steve, did someone hurt you? Who did that to you?"

"M-my d-dad. He b-beat me and kicked me out." Your eyes widened and you sat up. You had no idea. You didn't think anyone did. "Please don't tell anyone. Please." His eyes were pleading, begging for you not to tell.

You looked away and bit your lip. You wanted to tell, to get him help. But he trusted you with this and you didn't want to break that trust. If you did he might not ever talk to you again.

You looked back up at him and nodded. "Okay, I won't tell anyone." He smiled and helped you up.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," He said and then hugged you. You only smiled at him. You hoped you could keep this a secret. You didn't want to. You didn't like seeing Steve like this. But one day, if things get worse, you will tell.