"Do you actually not remember?" I ask her slightly, disappointed because I am aware that I will never be able to forget last night's events.
"I did something idiotic again, didn't I?" She puts her head in her hands, so I decide not to reveal anything. Why bother complicating an already complicated situation? What she doesn't know can't harm her.
"Actually, you didn't. I'm just trying to understand how much booze you've poured into yourself when you don't recall anything." She blushes again 'cause it probably feels stupid to her to admit that to me.
"Can we not talk about it?" She looks at me pleadingly, so I just nod. I don't want to torture her.
I park in front of the house, and I am surprised that she is still sitting in the car. She usually runs away from me in situations like this.
"What it is now?" I ask softly, and she sighs.
"I'd rather sit here all day than explain myself to Denis." Her gaze begs me to turn the car around and get her out of here, but this time I won't listen to her. Sooner or later, she will have to face him, and the longer she puts it off, the bigger the issue is for me.
"Don't be a child, Victoria. Take responsibility for your actions," I say coldly, even though I don't want to sound harsh.
"Like you?" She asks cheekily, then leaves the car, slamming the door behind her.
What the fuck did I do wrong this time?
•Vika's pov•
"Where have you been all night?!" Denis yells, and Katya watches us as she presumably attempts to figure out a method to help me.
I look at the door, hoping that Fedya will come in now and get me out, as always. But it's clear to me why he's not there after I came out of the car like that.
"I will not justify myself to you, Dan. I am a grown-up," I say briefly and clearly, so I notice how he's going crazy.
"When you start behaving like an adult, no one will question you anything. Until then - where have you been?" He repeated the question, and I rolled my eyes. I finally heard the door behind me, so I decided to shift the questioning to him.
"Ask your best buddy. I don't remember." And I just disappear upstairs, leaving him to suffer.
I know I'm not fair, but neither is he. He plays with my emotions as he pleases.
"What happened to you and Fedya?" Katya asked me after she followed me into the room.
"Do not ask me anything. I don't know anything," I throw myself on the bed, and she sits down next to me.
"You like him, don't you?" I shrug because I don't want to admit it, although it's quite obvious.
"Were you together last night?" She again tries to get some information from me.
"He didn't want Denis to see me drunk, so he took me to a hotel," I tell her right away because I know that sooner or later, she would get it out of me. She observes me for a few seconds, then giggles.
"Come on, Katya, it's a typical scenario when it comes to us," I slept at his house a million times when I messed up like this.
"Vika, don't try to fool me. Some electricity between the two of you feels a kilometer away," she continues, insisting that something exists between us.
"Even if that is the case, there will be nothing between us. Fedya is a coward. He would never admit his feelings to me because he is afraid of my brother. And I don't need a coward," I say, fully aware of our conversation and everything else from last night.
He didn't even dare to tell me we slept again. It's like I'm so stupid I don't remember that.
•Fedya's pov•
She left me in a shitty situation and went to her room. I see how grateful she is to me for always getting her out of trouble.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Denis looked at me confused, and I snapped.
"You are both really annoying me. I've cared for your sister my whole life, and how do you thank me? By dragging me into your fight every fucking time. I'm sick of your arguments." I shove everything that bothers me in his face, so I run upstairs.
"Fedya is a coward. He would never admit his feelings to me because he is afraid of my brother. And I don't need a coward." I hear her comment quite by accident 'cause she left the door half-open.
So that's how it is?
I withhold from making her trouble with her brother, and she considers me a coward for that. You haven't met me yet, Victoria.
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