In which a sad girl and an abused boy meet and learn that not everything is bad.
"I'll call you when the party's over"
{{Boris Pavlikovsky x Female oc}}
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Fern's POV
Fern, stood in front of her mirror adding what felt like her fourteenth layers of concealer to her face, trying desperately to cover her new black eye.
"This is a new start Fern, no one is going to know anything about you." She spoke quietly to herself. It was true after moving in with her dad, she could be whoever she wanted to be. Whoever she wanted. It was as though her past didn't exist, or at least according to her peers it didn't.
Boris's POV
Boris sat on his bed, a Jack Daniel's bottle in one hand, taking a swig from it every once in awhile. He stared at the bruises on his legs and arms. 'If only Kotku would answer her phone'. Kotku was his "girlfriend", at least that's what she always said but deep down Boris knew that they were truly just friends with benefits. But he could never admit it, ever since Theo left she was the only thing he had left. The only comfort or home he had left and he needed that one person, even if she didn't need him.
Fern'sPOV
Fern wished she was back in California with her mom, they would be watching movies right now. In Calfornia, she could skip school as much as she wants but here in Arizona her father would never let her in a million years.
Fern thought about her mother and how caring she was. She was beautiful too, light brown eyes that shimmered in the sun, and the most beautiful long, luscious caramel hair that was similar to Fern's. She was like a princess always caring for others and loyal to everyone she met. Her father on the other hand, looked rough. He had the same caramel hair as Fern and the same blue orbs, his scruffy beard needed a trim and he wore the same gray sweatpants everyday to the point where the smell of Budweiser was imprinted in the sems. And can always be found with a beer in his hands.
She walked down the steps quietly, so quietly that you could hear a pin drop. She knew if she was any louder her dad would wake up and that would be a nightmare. She walked over to the medicine cabinet that was right above the dirty stove, that was rusting from never being used. She took out an orange bottle, antidepressants, she took three out when she was only suppose to take two but she needed the extra.
She sat at the table the pills placed in front of her. Smiling she took them in her mouth and swallowed them with no water. Standing up and grabbing her backpack and a notebook and walking out the door, but quickly turned around grabbing the orange bottle and placing it in the pocket of her jean jacket. Stepping out letting the cold, frosty air fill her lungs. She stepped on the sidewalk as quietly as she stepped in the house. She knew her dad wasn't outside, but it had become a form of habit.
Boris's POV
Boris stepped outside his house, a lit cigarette hanging out his mouth. He watched as his heavy black boots stepped on each of the cement paths carefully. He smiled to himself, thinking 'today is the day Boris, the day you tell Kotku you love her'.
But what he didn't know was that a certain new girl was going to change that.
