𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁
𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 18+
1903 𝘄𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁.
𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺!
Boris opened his mouth, pulling the bong away & motioning for the girl to come closer.
Y/n gladly opened her mouth as her lips hovered over Boris'.
She felt the smoke enter her mouth, slowly inhaling. She could feel the other people on the couch scoot over as they made out. Boris had his hand around her throat & she happily sat in his lap.
"God, what a whore." They pulled away from each other slowly, seeing Kotku carefully sipping out of her red solo cup.
"заткнись, уродливая сука." Boris' raspy voice could be heard over the loud music.
Kotku scoffed, "you didn't seem to think I was ugly two months ago-"
"I said Молчи!" He shouted, irritated with his obnoxious ex girlfriend, if you could even call her that.
Y/n cowered as she got off of his lap, covering her ears. Her trip wasn't fun anymore & neither was her high.
"All you do is ruin our day, leave y/n alone!" He continued to shout, drawing the attention of others.
Kotku only rolled her eyes, turning to the crowd, "don't let this cheater manipulate you, he's a fucking disappointment." She muttered before storming off.
Y/n had her eyes tightly shut, rocking back & forth as she still covered her ears. She didn't like the situation. Boris looked over at her, the scowl on his face quickly leaving.
"Shh... is okay детка." He tried soothing her, wrapping his arms around her waist & pulling her to himself again.
She didn't realize she was crying until she buried her head into his shoulder, she didn't like when Boris yelled. It gave her terrible anxiety.
"Are you okay?" She heard his hushed voice whisper to her.
She hummed & cautiously nodded her head, "mhm."
Not long after, she felt Boris soothingly rubbing her back. Y/n knew that the party had went back to normal, everyone stopped staring & went back to talking to their friends or getting high.
"I can't feel my nose." She muttered.
She sat up & faced him. Boris smirked & reached into his pocket.
He pulled out another Xanax, handing it to her, "crush it up." He whispered to her.
She knew she shouldn't have listened to him, she just wanted to come down from her high & go to sleep, next to Boris where she felt the safest.
But she ignored herself, obeying the lanky Russian. She quickly leaned towards the table that Boris had his feet propped up on.
