| The Most Insidious Kind |
| By Artemis |
| Part 5 |
| The sun dawned brightly the next morning, hitting Borya square in the face. He turned over to avoid the harsh glare, but just a few seconds later his door burst open, and his father came in. Thanks God Borya had decided to hide the drugs before he had gone to bed. "Rise and shine, Borya! You're going to be late." Dima stopped and took a closer look at his son. "You weren't kidding about being sick, were you? You look terrible." That was exactly how Borya felt--terrible. All he wanted was for his dad to go away so he could have a hit, but before he could even think of a way to accomplish this, his father continued, "You just go back to bed, Borya. I'll call the school and let them know you'll be absent." Receiving only a moan from his son, he pulled the shade down and left, closing the door behind him. Borya gave a belated grunt of thanks long after his father had gone then reached blindly under his pillow into the bag, pulling out a single pill. Immediately after he swallowed it, he felt a million times better. Soon his father left his job at the Soviet Embassy, and Borya was left home alone. Right away he left in search of his friends, finding them at their usual hangout, George's basement. George's parents were always out all day and so had no idea what really went on in the lowest level of the home (not that they would likely have cared if they had). "Hi, guys," Borya said as he descended the dusty stairs. He grinned as he saw that George, Bill, Fred, and a few other friends were also accompanied by Skumm, who was doling out more Bliss to the group. "Come join the party, kid. I've got myself a surplus, so I'm giving my best customers some free pills." Skumm tossed over a small bag, which Borya clumsily dropped and bent over to pick up. A few hours later George came downstairs, followed by three nervous-looking girls a little younger than Borya. The young Russian watched them with mild interest, not having known before that George had even left, much less why. "Hey, Skumm," said George, "these girls here are curious about Bliss. Think you could hook them up?" "Sure thing," replied Skumm. "Come here, girls. I'm going to give you some samples. A trial evaluation, if you will. If you don't like it, then you never have to use it again." While Skumm was dealing with the girls, George went over to Borya. "So, Borya, which one do you want?" "Huh?" asked Borya, not catching on. "Which one do you wanna lay?" George saw the sudden embarrassment on his friends face and laughed. "Don't tell me you're a virgin!" "Well, actually.... I've never even kissed a girl. I--" George cut him off with a burst of laughter and turned to the other guys. "Did you hear that?! He's never been laid!" Borya felt himself go red in the face at their snickering. "So I've never had sex before! It's not like I'm gay or anything!" "Yeah?" taunted George. "Prove it. Why don't you take that brunette there? She's pretty hot." Borya looked where he was pointing. All three girls were now high, giggling at every single thing anyone said. "Come on!" George pulled the Russian to his feet and dragged him over to the girls. "Hey, Alice. Borya here thinks you're hot. How `bout you and him go into my bedroom over there and get better acquainted?" Having taken all three pills Skumm had given her at once, it was all Alice could do to simply giggle and nod. "Carpe diem, Borya," said George, handing his friend a pill. "Go prove you're straight." "Carpe diem," repeated Borya as he swallowed the pill and pulled Alice into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. * * * "So, how'd it go?" asked Fred eagerly as Borya emerged from the room. "Other than the fact that she passed out about half-way through, that was--wow." He still couldn't believe he had just laid a girl, and another virgin at that. "It was awkward at first, because neither of us really knew what to do, but a couple of pills quickly fixed that." "Congratulations, pal!" cheered Bill. "You're officially a man now!" He looked into George's bedroom where Alice was still lying on the bed. "Hope she didn't OD or anything, `cause I think I'd like some of that." With that he got up and went into the dim room, Fred following behind and closing the wooden door. "Have fun," Borya called, suddenly realizing something. "What time is it?" "Almost three. Why?" came George's answer. "Oh, chyort!" My dad gets off right now on Tuesdays! Think thinks I'm sick in bed! What am I going to do?" moaned Borya. "Relax, kid," said Skumm, stepping forward. "I'll give you a ride." "That would be perfect, thanks!" Borya said, and the two rushed out to Skumm's car. Skumm dropped Borya off at his house just minutes before Dima came home. With barely a moment to spare, Borya changed back into his pajamas and his Bliss under the pillow again. He picked up a book and opened it to a random page just as his father knocked on his door. "Borya, may I come in?" "Sure, Dad," replied Borya, doing his best to look miserable. Dima came in and sat on his son's bed. "You still look terrible. You may have to stay home again tomorrow, though I must say this isn't a very good way to start the school year." "Hey, I didn't choose to be sick, Dad. Of course I want to go to school; my friends are there." "Speaking of which, are these friends of yours ever going to come over here?" inquired Dima. "When will I get to meet them?" Borya shrugged. "They don't feel very comfy with adults, like they don't fit in. And I know what it's like to not fit in, so I'm not going to push them. Besides, I've only known them a week." "Okay. Well, if you need anything," said Dima, getting up and turning to leave, "just let me know." "All right, Dad. Thanks." Part 6 |