𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

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"I fell."

"I was messing around with some friends."

"It was an accident."

"It doesn't matter."

"Stop bothering me."

"Leave me alone."

I stood by Boris's locker, staring at him speechlessly. He glanced over at me and sighed. "Why you stare красотка?" I shook my head and lightly placed my hand on the bandage on his cheek. He flinched away and glanced at me again. "Boris-" "I was playing on the playground by house and I fell off swings going too high. Nothing to worry for."

I shook my head and the bell rang. "Class time." Boris shut his locker and rushed to class but I felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and opened one of the stall doors. I threw up in the toilet, holding my own hair back. I continued to puke for another minute or so before finishing. I flushed the toilet and sighed.

"You okay?" I looked up at the teacher who was holding the stall door open. "I think I need to go home..."

. . .

My mom chattered about how worried she was about me and how she'd heard the school had a stomach bug going around. I couldn't stop thinking about Boris. Why does he lie about it?

I had suspicions his dad hit him but this really solidified it. What he didn't realize was that there was a bruise in the shape of the end of a cane on the side of his face, running between his neck and up to his ear, and he flashed it right at me. It had been mostly hidden by his hair. I shook my head and closed my eyes.

Why won't he talk about it?

. . .

My mom had to go back to work but insisted I stay in bed. I didn't have a problem with that. I was awoken a few minutes ago by a heavy weight in my bed. I thought it was my mom but it was Boris.

We laid in silence for a moment before I sighed. "Boris I can't do this. You can't keep lying to me about it. You have to open up about your dad."

Boris shook his head and I grabbed his hands. He held them back and looked at the ground. "Boris?" He shook his head and let out a quiet whine. "I want it to be okay so bad." He whimpered. I felt my whole word crumble around me. I hugged him and he tightly grabbed me back. He cried into my shoulder and I started to cry into his.

He cried for a good moment before sighing and pulling away. He shook his head and caressed my hand. "I sorry I lie. I know you hate that. I just... Need you to understand." I nodded and pressed my forehead against his. "Why does he hate me? I never did any bad things but he always hate me! I just want my mom! Someone who love me! Someone who is proud for me!" I closed my eyes and ran my thumbs over his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Boris. I love you so much." He nodded and grabbed my arms for a moment before hugging me. "I don't deserve you." He whispered. "Yes, you do. More than anyone ever has or will."

Boris sighed and kissed my forehead. "No more lying then..."

красотка — beautiful girl