Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders the belong to S.E. Hinton But I own Nicole
I was walking down the street. It was dark it was probably midnight but I didn't care I had to get away. I was starting to get scared so I started to run until I reached my destination. I knocked on the door twice before it opened. In the door way stood a tall boy with dark hair and beautiful green eyes. "Steve" I said with pain in my voice. He stood there and frowned at me. "Nicole what is the matter, you seem jumpy" he replied with a frown. "He hit me, he hit me Steve" was all I managed to say before the tears stared to run down my cheeks. "Who hit you" Steve said I can see the anger in his eyes as he spoke "my f-father" I said back to him. "Your father" he said, he was starting to get angry but he then looked at me and what I saw wasn't anger but worry and concern. "Are you all right" he asked, I slowly nodded but it didn't help he could see the bruises starting to form and the visible cut on my face. "Nicole" he said sternly, "you're not all right, are you?" "No" was all I said before the tears really started to come, I could taste the salty bitterness of them. Steve then brought me inside, "my dad is not home" he said and led me up to his room. He sat me down on the bed and wrapped his strong but gentle arms around me. I just sat there and cried into his chest. When I finally began to settle down Steve got up and said he was going to run a bath for me to wash the blood off, I just sat there and nodded as he walked out the room. When the bath was done he told me to get undressed and he turned around as I slipped off my dress and sat down. When I was in the tub I pulled my knees up to my chest and let him know it was ok to look. Steve reached over the tub and grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it up with soap. He then began to slowly and gently as he possibly could and washed my cuts. I just sat there and let him. He started will my back and then my legs up to my knees and across my collar bone. When he let me get up I dried myself off and he left to go get me something to wear. When I was done drying off I looked at my body and the forming bruises on my chest, stomach, back, and a black eye along with the cuts. Damn it I look like shit I said to myself quietly. Steve then came back in with a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt. I put it on and made my way to his bed. I rested my head on his pillow and breathe in his scent. I could feel him on the bed next to me, then his arms around me. "I love you" he whispered in my ear. "I love you too" I whispered back and I closed my eyes. I couldn't help but think to myself that this is my safe place in his arms. This is my safe place.