the outsiders imagines;)

he finds out your boyfriend is abusing you;

Darry;

Your boyfriend, Chad, of six months had been abusing you for the past couple of weeks. It all started after you guys had a huge fight about your 'drinking problem'. You didn't actually have a drinking problem but he had insisted you did and he said it was all because of the "rotten greasers" you hung out with. You were a middle class girl and Chad was a big time soc, but you had gotten along great and had fallen in love with each other after about four months into your relationship. The fight had ended with you walking out on him and calling him a bastard for judging your friends. Ever since then, he's been nagging at you and making dirty comments towards greasers when you're around. He had always done mild things like slap you or push you, but this time was much worse. 

You walked into Chad's house and found him making out with another girl on his living room sofa. "What the hell!?" You screamed confused, shocked, and angry. Chad looked up, noticing you were there, and just pushed the girl off of him, sending her to fall on her ass as she let out a squeak of shock. "So is this what you do when i'm with my 'no good hood rat friends'?" you asked him livid. "Yeah, actually it is. I figure while you're off screwing all of them, I would have some fun myself. But she's getting boring." Chad said motioning back to the random girl that was previously shoving her tongue down his throat. "Chad!" The girl gasped in a whinny voice. "Oh get lost you whore!" You both shouted at her rolling your eyes. "Well, I hope you know we're done." You said sticking your nose up in the air and turning to walk away. You had hoped that deep down Chad would interject or cry out for you guys to fix things, but he didn't, and you didn't want to be the one to turn back. "No.." He mumbled all of a sudden and you halted to a stop. "What?" You asked. "NO!" He yelled again slamming his hand down on his inn table that was next to the couch he had been sitting on. "You're not leaving!" He yelled again. "Chad, we're through, i'm not staying in a relationship with a toxic cheater!" You protested. "No, I mean you're not leaving my house." He said in a devilish voice. He then ran up to you, catching you off guard and choked you against the wall against the stairs in his entry way. His grip was like steel and you could feel yourself wavering in and out of focus. 

After what felt like ages he stoped and you fell to your knees, gasping for air. The sight of you weak and on your knees made his ruthlessness grow stronger and he drop kicked you, getting your stomach and causing you to flop down flat on your face. You took the least amount of time you could and ran out of his house before he could do anything else to you. 

You ran. You ran as far away from him as you could and before you knew it, you were at the Curtis house. You knew the door would be open, so you barged in and met Darry in the front of the living room. He seemed to be the only one home. As you ran in, you fell into his arms. You were out of breath, and the tears were starting to come out of your eyes at such a fast pace there was no point in trying to stop them. "Y/N, you're going to have to tell me what happened or I can't help calm you down!" Darry said in an effort to get you to control your sobs. "Chad-" You drug out the 'a' in his name as you tried to control your crying. "He...he choked me and, he..he kicked me.." You wailed again, lifting up your shirt to show him the already forming bruise on your stomach. Darry didn't say a word, you didn't want him to. He just looked at you and pulled you in tightly, grasping one hand around your shoulders and the other on the back of your head, making you feel the most protected you've ever been.

Dallas;

 You had been with your current boyfriend Travis for about eight months. He has always had some anger issues and took many of his problems and stresses out on you. You were on your way to Buck's place to go play poker with him and Dally. You walked into the bar, hearing the bell above the door ring and Dally and Buck's head flew towards you. "Y/N!" Buck cheered out. "Sup." Dal smirked, nodding at you. "Hello boys." You breathed out taking a seat next to Dallas at the bar. "What's up with the outfit?" Buck asked nodding at what you had chosen to wear today. You were wearing a black leather jacket with a maroon tank top underneath and some dark, skin tight, blue jeans with brown leather combat boots. You looked down in confusion, "What about it?" you asked. "Well, it's 90 degrees and you walked here, you must be hot." Buck exclaimed. You felt your insides churn. You were currently hiding some fresh fingerprint bruises that ran around both of your wrists from the night before. "I'm fine." You shrugged them off cooly. "I have to agree with Buck on this one." Dally said giving you an odd look. "I said I'm fine." You laughed in a mildly passive aggressive tone. "Uh huh, sure." Dally said giving you a strange look. "I'm serious." You said becoming more defensive. "What are you hiding?" Dallas asked again becoming more serious each time he spoke. "No." You stated sternly. "Why?" He asked. "Because I don't want to."                                                                                                                                                            "What are you hiding?" He asked more serious than ever. "Nothing.." You began to say as your voice trailed off. You were seriously debating on telling Dally and Buck everything, but you didn't want them to go to jail for killing Travis. "Just. Tell. Me!" Dally said in a rather aggressive tone, scaring you to the point that you felt like if you didn't tell him he might come cut the jacket off of you. You didn't say a word. You just threw your arms out on the table in front of you and took a deep breath. In this act, your arms had stretched out, causing the jacket to rise and some of the bruises to be revealed. Dallas didn't say a word. His breathing got heavy and he yanked on to your arms and lifted up the sleeves of your jacket. "Travis did this, the damn bastard!" Dallas yelled throwing your arms back down. He got up and grabbed his switch blade from off of the counter. "You! You and I will talk about this later!" He yelled out as he left, to which you assumed he was going to find Travis and beat his ass .