𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. | book two

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9:32pm

i stare at the door.

liar.

he's not coming.

i look around my room.

everyone lies.

dommy lies.

noonie lies.

raya lies.

ann lies.

borkov lies!

i want to get out of here!

i groan.

how did this happen?

how did i get here?

i just want to go home.

tears fall down my face.

i just want to go home!

i stare at the dinner table and watch it float off the ground into the air. i spin the table in circles, absolutely bored.

the door beeps and slides open.

borkov walks in and i let the table fall, a huge noise following.

"what's wrong solnyskuh?" borkov asks, rushing over and sitting on my bed.

"everyone's been late today. you were late this morning, ann was late to practice, and you took forever. no one loves me!" i cry.

"ohh solnyskuh trust me, we all love you," he says, wiping my tears.

"why was everyone late today? you, dommy, ann, anna?"

"sometimes theirs days where you just run a little later than normal. it happens," he tells me. "are you okay? i'm sorry we were late. we'll do better tomorrow."

"okay," i say, wiping my cheeks.

"are you ready to go?" he asks.

i nod.

he helps me out of bed and i stand; the anger and frustration washing away and returning happy and excited.

he takes my hand and we walk up to the door and it slides open in front of me.

i grin.

borkov begins walking.

i don't move, our hands held together in between the door.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

"will ann be mad?" i ask, looking up at him in worry.

"no. our little secret. it'll be okay. i promise."

secrets are bad... but i trust borkov.

i take a step out and then fully step out into the hallway.

"are you sure?" i ask again, looking both ways, hearing the door slide close behind me.