Katya x Reader One-shots

I'll Love You Forever (part 1)

I'm just gonna go tight into warnings. CA! mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of drug abuse, implicated abusive parents.

"Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova! I've had enough of your bullshit! I can't handle you anymore! You sleep with your teachers, you sleep with wackos, you do drugs, you abuse alcohol, I can't take it! I'm sending you away to boarding school! Pack your shit and get in the car! You're going to Milwaukee Boarding School. End of story."

That's how I got here. I didn't get to say goodbye to Adore or Pearl, I haven't even graduated yet, it's senior year and I'm going to a different school across the fucking country. I've lived in Boston my whole life, and only now am I going somewhere different for god knows how long. Yeah, I do bad shit but I don't need to be sent away! It's so unfair, I'm almost 18 for fucks sake. All I took with me were a few pairs of clothes, some make-up, art supplies, my phone and charger, then the stupid shit I "need to live." The only good thing is I was able to sneak some weed into my purse. At least we are close so I don't have to see my father anymore. He had to drive me so fuck me in the ass am I right? Speak of the devil..."Yekaterina, we're here. Grab you're shit and go. Good-bye." That's all he said before driving off. "Good-bye." So cold, I hate that fucker.

I walk up to the entrance, this place looks like a fucking 1800s orphanage. Fuck. Whatever. "Hello my name is Crystal, are you the new kid?" Some random meth-head-looking-ass-chick comes up in-front of me. "Yeah, what's it to you?" I say in a defensive tone. "Hey, no need to get hostile, you're here cause you're fucked up, I'm here cause I'm fucked up, no need to judge each other. Also, is there a slight chance you're Russian?" Jesus this bitch talks fast, that shit was all in one breath. "Yes, I am Russian." I respond casually. "Ooooo, fun! I'll lead you up to you're room, well, our room. Ms. Mattel told me we were roomates so that's actually why I'm here." Ms. Mattel, sounds like some sort of a Barbie-Doll name. "Yeah sure whatever, lead the way...Crystal."

I follow her as we walk the many flights of stairs, just listening to her blabber on about her and what shit she did to end up here. "Oh would you look at that! Room 420, our room!" Wow, 420, ironic number, I remember back in Boston Ms. Chachki and I would hook-up in the janitor's closet. Fun times. "Uhhh...hello? Earth to the Russian?" Crystal says waving a hand in my face. "Shit, sorry, also, don't call me "the Russian," just call me Katya because there is no way you will ever be able to pronounce "Yekaterina." You look like you have the mental I.Q of a 4 year old on steroids." I say sarcasticlly. "On point! I'm not the brightest, no wonder I did and got addicted to meth." Someone is an over-sharer..."Um, well, this year is going to be...interesting to say the least."

Hopefully you guys enjoyed part 1 of this story, it's probably gonna be a long story broken up into chapters! Anyways bye sluts<3