Can you do a gang imagine where the boys find out you are being abused by your father after hiding it for over a year
Sure :) I hope this is what you were asking for!!
Warnings: mentions of physical abuse/harmand mental health
**Please be careful reading this if you are sensitive to the above
The boyshad noticed you had been quieter this past month. They thought immediately itwas not like you; usually you were the one always pulling jokes or laughing atTwo-Bit’s.
Ponyboywas the first to notice. He was like a brother to you; it was not hard for himto notice. He noticed the first day your smile was not as genuine as it usuallywas. That was Sunday when you came over for lunch. You used to eat the typicalcheese sandwiches with coke and sit on the porch.
You knewSoda had asked Pony about you. You could tell by the way his warm eyes lookedinto yours, like they were giving you one big hug. Soda seemed to always knowwhat was going on inside your head, it almost frightened you. You did not wantanyone to know your thoughts.
You weresurprised the most when Dally noticed. He seemed to never take notice of youuntil now. You started hardly showing up at the Curtis’ anymore. It worriedDally. He hardly slept. It was when he asked you if you were okay the followingFriday that you were the most shocked.
Dallas pickedthe perfect time to ask you this. Not only had everybody else left the livingroom so you had no means to defend yourself, but you were not having a good day.
“Youhardly ever talk to any of us anymore,” he began, heated, “you come and go inan instant, Two-Bit and Steve said they never sees you at school …”
“Wouldn’tactually be worried about somebody, Dally?” you teased, trying to change thesubject.
“Maybe Iam,” he said coldly. “Why does that matter?”
“What’sgoing on?” said Ponyboy as he came through the front door, the football underhis arm.
“Nothing,”you snapped, instantly regretting it when you saw the look Pony gave you.
“I wasonly asking the question we’ve all been wondering,” said Dally, sitting on thearm of one of the chairs.
It wasthen Johnny that came through the door, looking straight at you. Johnny was theonly one out of the gang to know what was happening to you. It was not that youtold him, he just understood the signs better. He realised how you flinchedwhen people spoke to loud, how you became silent for hours after somebody yelledat you, the bruises on your skin … most importantly, he noticed you hardly everstood as proud as you used to.
One lookand you knew Johnny realised. You hated it.
“[Y/N],we are here to support you,” said Pony, taking a step towards you. “We’re agang, we look out for each other.”
“What’sthis about a gang?” Steve smirked as the other four of the boys came storming backinto the living room, noticing the others were taking an extra-long time.
“What isthis?” you started to feel insecure, attacked. “Some interrogation? What do youall want, huh? Me to spill my guts?”
“Listen,[Y/N] –” Soda began before he was interrupted by Darry.
“We justwant to keep you safe.”
Youstepped back as Darry came towards you. You looked into all of their eyes, allof them observing every breath you took.
Suddenly,you could not stop it. You fell into the armchair Dally was resting on,covering your face as your shoulders began to shake. You were caving in. Your facefelt red and hot under your fingers. You felt embarrassed; you hated crying infront of people.
Youheard Johnny say your name before a group of footsteps came towards your couch,shadows leaning over you. Your heartbeat throbbed. You swore the rest of themcould hear it.
“I’msorry, guys,” you suddenly blurted out. You slowly pulled your hands away fromyour face, the living room blurry before you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’tsay anything all this time. I was worried what you might think.”
“What doyou mean?” said Two-Bit, on his knees to be level with you.
“Whatare those?” Dally suddenly took your arm, exposing it to the rest of the boys. Thesudden contact made you jump as he pulled your sleeve up. There was a fresh,purple bruise wrapped around your wrist in the shape of a handprint. He alsopointed to another bruise a little higher.
You lookedup at the gang. You quickly pulled your arm back, shoving the sleeve down.
“[Y/N],this is serious,” said Steve.
“You don’thave to tell us everything,” Soda reminded you, placing a hand on your knee ashe knelt beside Two-Bit. “Only if you feel comfortable, okay ?”
You bityour fingernails as you eyed Johnny. You had never seen him so frustratedbefore, so tense. His knuckles clenched into round fists, his eyes glaring outthe window towards your house.
“Please,just … stop talking to me like I’m a baby! Like, if you hit me too hard I’llbreak!”
You didnot mean to say it. But you did. All seven of them stood, bewildered.
“I’mgoing to kill your old man,” Darry suddenly said after a terrible silence.
“Please,guys, please don’t,” you whimpered when a few of them nodded in agreement.
“He’shurting you!” Soda said. “You deserve so much better. No one deserves to betreated like that.”
“Please,don’t say anything. I don’t want to be put in a home. You understand right?Pony?”
Ponyboystared back at you, his eyes wide. He suddenly gulped when he looked down athis feet, gently nodding his head.
“Promiseme you won’t say anything,” you stared at all of them seriously, getting up offyour chair. “Please!”
Therewas another horrible silence. Your eyes began to water again as your thoughtswondered; they seemed to always do that, at the best of times.
“Fine,”Dally was the first one to give in. “But, I cannot guarantee I won’t kill yourfather when I get the chance.”
“This isnot something to joke about,” Darry said suddenly. “We cannot just through thisunder the rug.”
“I thinkwe all want to hurt him right now,” Steve commented.
“[Y/N],”said Darry as he looked down at you, “listen to me. Like Steve said, this isserious. If you really don’t want us to say anything, we won’t. But if thiskeeps happening, we are going to have to. If you can’t go home, please stayhere with us.”
“Oh, no,I couldn’t,” you said suddenly. “Thank you, but I would be too much trouble.”
You wipedat your eyes again. You had hiccups something severe.
“No, youwouldn’t!” Pony assured you. “You can stay in my room. Soda could stay withDarry?”
“We arekeeping you as far away from him as humanly possible,” said Dally coldly.
You chewedyour lips as you looked up at Dallas. He looked stressed. You understood wherehe was coming from. You looked over at Johnny again. He sat down on one of the diningtable chairs closest to the living room. Despite that everybody was frowning,you offered him a broken smile.
Thank you for requesting <3
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