You get me - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Lunch

At lunch, I saw Boris seated at a table. I decided to join him. "Hey Boris!" I waved and sat next to him at his lunch table. But something didn't seem right. He was facing away from me and didn't reply back.

I touched his shoulder. "Boris-" I was cut off as he grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I jumped back, shocked. No, no no. Boris couldn't be like this, not like my dad. It reminded me of the many times my dad hurt me. "Boris" I whispered. "What do you think you're doing? What's wrong with you!" He continued to face his back to me and it angered me even more. He didn't have anything to say? After the day we spent together yesterday? I grabbed his shoulders, infuriated and faced him towards me. "Boris?" His left cheek and eye was bruised. He looked terrible and very tired. "Boris what the fuck happened? Are you okay? Talk to me!" He continued to stare at me, not saying a word. "Boris, please talk to me. Come let's go to your house and we can talk there," 

"NO (Y/N). JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I had never heard him raise his voice before. Tears formed in my eyes. Was he going to hurt me? What had I done wrong? I looked at him before running away to the nearest bathroom. I locked myself into a stall and cried. I was angry at Boris but at the same time I felt sorry for him. What had happened? I thought I  finally had someone to talk to and after all yesterday, he's completely ignored me and worse, gotten angry at me and almost tried to hurt me. But I just want to know what happened because even after this, I still feel sorry for him. A part of me just wants to know he's okay and to get back to where we were yesterday, hanging out and getting drunk. Even though I'd never thought this would happen, a part of me really cares about him.