Yesterday, 08:32 PM
Tatyana heard the footsteps of someone ascending the stairs. An unfamiliar voice asked if she was okay. What kind of fucking question was that? Did she look okay? She wanted to shout at him and tell him she wasn’t, but she held her tongue, shaking her head no without saying a word.
She didn’t know the voice and part of her wondered if this was the man they all seemed to worship. The man who took in torturous children and ex-girlfriends. The man who according to Hayden had a one-night stand with a woman and then helped her sister. The man who helped even those he hated.
Tatyana knew what would come next. “Do you want to talk about it?” Or “How can I help?” Words she didn’t want to hear. She was sure she was going to hear them anyway, but she tried at least to stop them. ”Meds will kick in soon then I’ll be fine. Won’t feel anything anymore.” it was an admission to her drug use and would probably make him go more white knight. She didn’t want a white knight.
She didn’t know the voice and part of her wondered if this was the man they all seemed to worship. The man who took in torturous children and ex-girlfriends. The man who according to Hayden had a one-night stand with a woman and then helped her sister. The man who helped even those he hated.
Tatyana knew what would come next. “Do you want to talk about it?” Or “How can I help?” Words she didn’t want to hear. She was sure she was going to hear them anyway, but she tried at least to stop them. ”Meds will kick in soon then I’ll be fine. Won’t feel anything anymore.” it was an admission to her drug use and would probably make him go more white knight. She didn’t want a white knight.