can i be close to you ~ boreo

part seven 2/3

i got up, and left. i didn't think about anything, i just left. boris's house may be two blocks down but i didn't care, i had to know what was going on.

it felt like i made the decision 3 hours later, but it was actually only one. and now here i am. walking to his house.

the sun was too hot to bare. but i managed, i had too. for boris. i just couldn't shake off the urge something was horribly wrong.

my steps were getting heavier and heavier, i was getting more and more tired from the heat. but did i stop? no.

five minutes passed. i approached his house, scared i guess.

i was tempted to knock, but didn't. i went around the side of his house.

the blinds weren't shut so i could see through his windows and what was going on. it was perfectly quiet and still.

god i'm such a creep. i need to stop overreacting. i shook my head slightly and looked down, ready to walk away.

as i turned around, i heard familiar yelling. i stopped and turned back around. nothing. but i still patiently watched, waiting to see something happen.

it was quiet for a few more seconds, but then i heard the yelling again. it was boris. he was yelling at his dad probably, and in a different language.

there was a thud. i jumped a little bit, not expecting it. there was yelling again, but this time it was his dad.

boris became sloppily rushing down the stairs. his dad was rushing behind him, with some kind of pole bat.

from what i could see, boris was hurt pretty bad. i didn't know what all was injured but he looked bad.

boris was walking into the kitchen, his dad shouting behind him. and then, unexpectedly, boris turned around and started yelling back. even though their voices were muffled by the walls i heard my name twice. too bad they weren't speaking in english...

it was then, in the middle of his sentence, he got smacked with the pole. i flinched, and my heart started pounding. it crushed me to hear his screams of distress.

i winced at the sight of it, i wanted to help him but there was nothing i could do. except for watching, because i wasn't about to leave.

i heard faint sobs come from boris, and his dad was talking to him. he was no longer yelling. i didn't see or hear boris respond to him.

a few seconds later his dad dropped the pole and began walking upstairs. boris just laid there, and i could see him lightly and quietly sobbing.

my heart was breaking, but i didn't know what to do. i couldn't just let him lay there sadly in pain. i would never live with myself.

i blinked back faint tears and got up to go to the front door. i wasn't about to knock but there was hope the door could've been unlocked.

i made my way around the house back to the front.

slowly, i twisted the knob. thank the heavens above, it was unlocked.

before entering i peaked my head inside. boris didn't move even when the door creaked. i quietly opened the door more, and ran over to boris.

"boris we have to go," i whispered to him, on my knees. he moved his head to look at me.

it was horrifying. he had a black eye, bloody nose, his face was red with hand marks, and his cheeks were tear stained.

"potter?" he questioned, closing his eyes.

"jesus christ, you're so fucked up. can you stand?" he didn't reply, but attempted to stand. it didn't work out for him.

when he fell back to the floor, he grunted in pain

"shit, boris." i felt my eyes watering.

"you're gonna be okay, you hear me? i don't know how bad he beat you but you're gonna be okay." i said, crying now. i looked back at the stairs to see if his dad was coming.

boris started coughing. he sat up a little and spit out blood. even though he was 2x bigger than me, he was skinny.

i stood up, and grabbed his hands, slowly pulling him up. he started coughing again, also spitting out more blood.

he slowly limped to the door, and made it out. his arm was around me and my arm was around him. it was difficult but i was doing pretty good at helping him walk.

"let's go to that playground." boris suggested.

"not funny boris. we're going to my house now. you're beat up."

"i'm fine, potter..." he stopped walking and fell down, dragging me down with him.

"no not now. please not now!"

we were closer to my house than boris's, but we still had a bit of walking distance.

"we're close to home, please boris... please." i started crying. full on crying.

"don't cry" he said quietly. he sat up, slowly, but he did it.

"can you walk?" i asked him.

"sure..."

"what do you mean sure?" he didn't reply, but i helped him stand up.

thank god