𝐃𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

34. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

[ Y/n ]

I heard all of it.

Boris cried into my shoulder and I pretended to wake up. "Boris? What's wrong?" I asked even though I knew.

"I have bad dreams." He whispered.

I nodded and cuddled him. He winced and I stopped. His cut has been a lot better but I saw my mom pull on one of the staples so it's probably pretty tender.

I kissed his forehead and played with his hair. "Thank you for protecting me, Boris."

"I always protect you." He whispered.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

"I know."

. . .

I set Boris's breakfast on his desk and walked over. I rubbed his cheek and kissed his forehead to wake him up.

He stirred and I grabbed his medicine.

"I'm going to touch it." I mumbled as I pulled the covers off of him. "By it I am hoping you mean dick." He muttered.

"Keep hoping."

I noticed the dried blood over one of the staples and put some of the cream onto my fingers. I started lightly rubbing it and Boris whined.

"It's ok." I soothed him as I continued.

"Y/n, please. Stop."

"Hush. You're almost finished."

I finished and stood up. "Are you hungry?" He nodded and I got the plate. I sat back down with him and passed him the food.

Should I ask about last night?

Why would my parents come here wanting me now?

I'm not even a good skater anymore.

"You are fantastic cook." Boris smiled.

I nodded and looked down at my phone.

"Boris!" I jumped up and he looked around.

"You get your staples out today!" I ran to the closet and grabbed him some clothes. Boris put the plate next to him and stood up.

I passed him the clothes and he changed while I ran around to grab everything we needed. Boris started going down the stairs and I grabbed his wheelchair.

I wonder if my mom pulling one will make it even longer now...

. . .

Boris sat on the table with his jacket unzipped, letting the doctor look at the staples.

"It looks good. Yeah that one that was bleeding looks like it just got caught on something and started to come out but it didn't tear the wound so we're still going to take them out."

I smiled at Boris and he looked at me nervously. "How bad does this hurt?" He asked.

"You'll be under anesthesia." The doctor laid Boris down and looked back at me. "Do you want to leave the room?" He asked me.

Boris shook his head and I smiled, "I'll stay."

. . .

Boris looked in the mirror at the healing scar he had now.

"It's hot." I smiled.

Boris puffed out a breath and I kissed his shoulder. "I can walk now." He sighed. I nodded and he put his head down.

"Fucking finally."

I smiled and Boris turned to me.

"A smoke. Please."

I crossed my arms and Boris hugged my hips. "You know how hot you are-"

"Go." I cut him off

Boris ran out of the bathroom and a moment later the front door slammed shut. I walked back into our room to clean it up some.

Boris is such a messy person.

I grabbed his sketchbook and flipped through it. He had drawn feeling alone. And he had drawn stick figures of him beating up Theo.

I smiled until I flipped to a page with a drawing of my mom and dad. It was from his perspective. He was holding a gun.

There were things written on the side in Ukrainian that I couldn't read. I grabbed my phone and opened Google translate and held it up.

I don't want to do this
I'm scared
Don't make me do this
I can't do this to her

I frowned and closed the sketchbook.

"I did not want to." I turned and Boris looked down at the ground.

"I was scared."

I stood up and he looked up at me.

"Your dad held a gun at us first- I was scared. I could not shoot them." I nodded and Boris hugged me. "I am so sorry."

"Don't. Don't be sorry."

He pulled away and I held his cheeks.

"Boris... It's ok."

He nodded and wiped some tears away.

"I just want to protect you, Y/n."