–Boris Pavlikovsky–

You were Boris's best friend. You knew about his problems with his dad, even though he didn't like to talk about it. One night you stayed at his house to drink and do your usual things. His father arrived earlier than usual, so he saw you and Boris together. Boris told you to leave because he didn't want anything to happen to you, and the next day you saw all his injuries. A few hours later, you and Boris were in his room, cleaning the wounds on his back. The tension was thick, and the silence wasn't awkward. Boris had his back to you as you cleaned his scratches. He was flushed from the closeness and the familiarity, but he took advantage of you and started saying there were more wounds on his back, just so you would continue to indulge his whim... "Here, it hurts a lot," he said, pointing to his lower abdomen, with a fake and manipulative grimace of pain that seemed very real.