drugs [boris pavlikovsky x reader]

eight

you
tell me

y/n woke up in boris's bed as usual, it felt like any normal day until she woke up with a pounding headache. she looked for the boy, he's sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette next to the bed

"boris my head" she said, grabbing at her head

"sorry babe, i can't give you pills for another week" he flicks the ash from the end of the cancer stick.

"what?" y/n asked super confused

"what's going on?" y/n said, boris had ignored her

"you tell me. do you remember anything from last night?" boris said, handing her a cup of water

"not really, why?" she says, she still doesn't understand what this is about

"you almost overdosed. care to explain that." once more, he flicks the cigarette standing up

her eyes dart around the room, then she grabs her head

"fuck boris, i'm sorry. i don't know what got into me" y/n said, grabbing fistfuls of her hair

"yeah. sorry you scared me half to death? you know you're chatty when you're on the verge of death" boris admits.
y/n's breathing hitched

"what.. do.. you mean." she pauses between words.

"you blabbered to me a bit about how you went to rehab for a year. you know i would have thought you would have told me by now" boris begins to get frusterated at the girl. then he tosses the cigarette out the window and sits back down

"boris- i don't know what to say other than you don't know the whole situation-" y/n starts

"you know i barely got you out by the skin of my teeth!" boris yells, balling his fists.

"what do you mean?" she says quietly and softly. boris cups his face

"boris?" y/n sits up and asked again

"how much?" she said. boris slowly looks up

"$2,000." boris and y/n go silent.

it had been two months since his dad gave him a 3 months notice for 3,000 dollars. now $2,000 of it was gone.

"oh my god... boris.." y/n starts.

"i don't want your pity. i want a good enough reason..." he sits down

"well.. it all started. when i met jack, around two years ago"