Black Out Days (Boris Pavlikovsky x Reader)

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ABUSE/VIOLENCE (y'all I'm really sorry the really abusive chapters are almost over x)

Y/n's Pov

I came home and my stepdad was there, on the couch, reading the paper. I began to prepare dinner "Hi honey, how was your day" I flinched at his words, my hand on the knife, my hand began to shake. Don't fucking kill him just respond politely.

"Fine daddy how was yours?" I responded plicately,  though I was anything but placate. Even his sheer nerve to act like everything's was fine after he raped me was disgusting. "Yea today was great got some papers done" He said calmly, as I chopped some vegetables.

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"So daddy what exactly did your coworkers tell you, and who were they might I add?" I continued to sound tranquil, I could hear him clutch his hands on the newspaper behind me "They just told me you were hanging around with those boys" He spat disgustedly. I don't understand why he would do that to me, he's never gone past, like fingering me or something.

"So why did you hang out with those boys?" He questioned and I could tell his jaw was clenched.

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"They were the only ones to approach me" That was a lie plenty of others have approached me within the past two weeks, however none of them were my type of friends.

"What so you just fuck whatever pieces of trash roll around do you slut!?" He seethes, I could hear him crinkle the paper and march towards me. "No daddy, you know I wouldn't do that" I said innocently, though this was getting a tad scary now, fuck that I was shitting myself (not literally).

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My stepdads hands compromised my actions as he spun me around to face him. I still had the knife in my hand, though I don't think he realised. He leaned into my ear, his other hand caressing he back of my neck "I know you wouldn't, but they would" He whispered, his voice shaking my core and goosebumps arose on my skin.

I moved the knife from behind my back gradually bring it to the petite space in between us, I slowly push the blade harder against is stomach and he slowly backs away, his eyes wide. "Don't fucking come any closer" I warn, the knife shaking in my hand from how tight I'm holding it, a tear slipped from my eye. He put his hands up in surrender "C'mon y/n/n you wouldn't hurt me" He said empathetically stepping towards me "I told you to stay the fuck back!" I said stepping towards him the knife almost coming into contact with his skin.

"Just put the knife down, we can talk about this" He attempted to rationalise the situation "Why do you do this to me? I didn't fucking deserve this shit life. Mum should have never agreed to engage you" I stated disgusted, tears prominently forming in my eyes.

So perhaps it was my fault, I probably shouldn't have been a dumb fuck and closed my eyes for a second to let my tears fall. So guess I was responsible for the next shitty thing that happened.

My stepdad swiftly snatched he knife out of my grasp put it in his pocket, he then grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" I kept kicking and punching him anywhere I could but he didn't prevail, he continued until he got to my room...

Boris Pov

Me and Theo were waiting outside Kiskas window, there was a slim balcony, barely enough room to sit on it however we managed, and we waited for Kiska. The occasional shouts were heard but I couldn't make out what they were arguing about.

However eventually she arrived.

She was slung over his shoulder, attempting to break free. I felt my heart shatter seeing her in this state, her hair a mess, her facial expressions pained, however her eyes were lifeless, hopeless, numb. It reminded me of how my farther would make me feel, weak and hopeless... however the next actions I witnessed proved that her situation was different.

Her farther slid her down off his body and onto her bed, I saw him pull a knife out of his pocket, I gripped onto Theo who was in a state of shock, squinting his eyes. Her farther said something to her we couldn't hear, and abruptly y/n stood up and her farther sat down on her bed, his arms either side of him in a somewhat impatient stance.

Y/n slowly lifted her hoodie off her head and tossed it on the floor, my brows furrowed in confusion as did Theo's. She then gradually slid her pants off, and then her t-shirt. Usually in this situation I would admire her body, but I saw the bruises and scars that were omnipresent all over her fragile skin.

Tears were in the brim of my eyes, Theo was trying to look away in fear of what would happen to her. She removed her bra straps for her shoulders and unclipped it, and then she removed her underwear. She was left there bare, exposed, vulnerable. I noticed bruises and cuts weren't the only things that laced on her body, there were also hickeys and scratch marks.

She turned around and then faced her farther again, her face was stained with tears, and her eyes seemed lost and dark. Her farther than got up and caressed her face with his hand before turning her around and pushing her against the wall behind her. Back to back he pulled out the knife, Theo hugged me tightly and I did the same to him, our cheeks were now stained with tears, this was so disgusting and vile. How could he do that to y/n she is so funny and sarcastic and sweet, and I betrayed her by sleeping with Delilah, I know Kiska wouldn't care because she wasn't like that but it's the moral... it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

I watched in fear of what he would do with the knife, obviously if her were to kill her we would do something but I had a far more strategic and bad plan to do with her farther.

Her farther traced the knife up and down her spine tenderly, then he began carving something into her back which we couldn't see because his musty ass body was in the way. Theo was silently sniffling with his eyes closed however I kept mine trained to y/n and the situation happening, it looked painful, and we could hear her agonising screams thoroughly, if I could I would take away her pain at this moment.

Her dad stepped back and we could see what he had done. He had carved the words "Daddy's slut" into her skin. She fell to the floor holding her legs to her chest though her back was towards us. Her farther left the room with the knife that dripped with blood.

We sat there for 10minutes holding each other, watching her pain break her. But she then gradually got the stamina to stand up and put her underwear and hoodie on, even though her back was bleeding and the blood was seeping through the white fabric. She looked in the mirror grazing her hands delicately over the scathed skin on her neck. I couldn't bare to see her like this anymore, I needed to calm her. I tapped on Theo's back and motioned to the window.

I knocked on the window softly, she jolted in her spot but when she saw me and Theo her facial expression changed to an unreadable one, a relived yet disgusted one. She came to the window and opened it "What are you doing here! You can't be here!" She whisper shouted at the both of us, however I just climbed through her window and hugged her softly being aware of her injuries, Theo also hugged her gently.

Eventually we all let go, we were all crying "We saw what happened y/n. We're taking you, you're gonna stay at Theo's. You can't be here he's hurting you" I stated my face sympathetic but my eyes stern, she nodded instantly.

And we all left through the window, jogging in case her farther saw, we assisted her to her jog, but eventually stopping because Kiskas injuries were hurting too much.

Authors note: Hi my children, hope you've like the story so far, I promise we will get more Boris n y/n shit. I just had to get the abuse out of the way even though there will be more on both sides eventually.

Bye my musty crusty child's.