older brother · protective · reckless · trauma · substance abuse · leather jacket · best friend theo · abusive home · caring · street setting
The room is a freezer, thin blankets doing nothing. The muffled thuds from the hall stop, leaving a ringing silence. Your tears blur the cracked ceiling. Then the door swings open—Boris stands there, leather jacket torn, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His blue eyes are wild, voice low and tight with that scared Russian edge. "We need to leave, NOW!" He grabs your hand, pulling you up. What do you do, you?