( Lonely Hearts Club )[ Y/n ]
I got home safely, sprinting half the way. I was careful not to wake my parents as I crawled in through my window.
I immediately pulled my phone out and texted Boris.
Hey, you okay?
Boris, please come over
Please don't stay until your
dad wakes up
Just come stay the night hereI groaned and rubbed the back of my head. As I pulled my hand back my fingers were coated in blood. There wasn't much I could really do. I know it's not major like a break or anything so it has to be a really inconvenient scrape or something.
I sighed and got out of bed. I walked into my bathroom and turned the light on. I turned the shower on and decided that I'd bring my phone into the bathroom just in case Boris texts me.
I laid the toilet lid down and went back into my room. I grabbed my phone and checked it.
Nothing.
I walked into the bathroom and placed it on the toilet, covering the camera. My mind couldn't think about anything else as I undressed.
This is all my fault. I can't believe I was such an asshole and now Boris is getting the shit beaten out of him.
I stepped into the shower and shivered. The hot water felt so good. I hummed and closed my eyes. I could feel myself relaxing.
My phone buzzed and my eyes snapped open. My heart started to race again as I reached down to grab me a towel.
I dried my hands off and picked my phone up.
Coming over.
I sighed and turned my phone off. I stepped back into the shower and started to wash my hair.
After showering I got out and changed into my pajamas. I sat on my bed and waited for Boris. I'm so glad he left before his dad beat his ass.
There was a knock at my window and I rushed to open it. I helped Boris in my room only for him to fall onto the floor.
"Y/n?" I ran to my door, "I'm fine! I just... Fell off my bed!" I shut my door again, locking it. I walked back over to Boris, turning my lamp on.
He was beaten horribly, worse than I'd ever seen him. I gasped and bent down. He grabbed my hand as I started to panic. "Is okay..." he whispered. I shook my head and brushed his curls off his face, some of them stuck to dry blood.
"It's not okay... Come on, I'm going to clean you up." I helped him up and walked him over to the bathroom.
Boris got into the bathtub, fully clothed, and collapsed. I
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