That was pathetic, I thought to myself as I groggily pulled myself up the stairs. Everything ached, and my head was pounding. Was this even worth it? Why am I doing this? For Beka? What if he doesn't forgive me even after everything. He gave me so many chances, and I ignored them all. These thoughts stirred in my head as I ascended the uneven stairs. Just how old are the springs? I pondered as my foot collided with an unusually high step. And I grasped the shockingly sturdy metal rod along the stairs.
"Yuri! Daijoubu!" called out my adoptive grandmother; recently, I learned what that word means; she's asking if i'm ok.
"hai, Daijoubu," I reply before muttering under my breath in Russian, "Your ancient stairs are going to be the death of me."
"Hey, be careful those stairs are uneven," said Mari; I guess she's my aunt now.
"I haven't noticed.." I mutter
"I heard that you know. I realize it's just your personality, but you could be nicer." Mari sighed
"You're right, you're right.. I'm sorry," I said as I reached the top of the stairs. Dedushka always tried his best to break me from being rude to others, now that I think about it... Where did I learn that? I couldn't have just woke up that way one day, could I?
"Yurochka," my mother said, her voice like silk.
"Yes, mama?" I replied, looking up from my toy soldiers,
"Your Tetya and Dyadya will be here soon. Please clean on your toys?." she asked softly.
"Of course, Mama, right away!" I replied, scooping them up and running off
"Yuri! you're dropping them everywhere!"
"Sorry, Mama! I'll get them."
Ding dong
"i'm going to get the door. keep cleaning up, please!"
"Ok!" I replied, throwing the toys into my room and then peering over the staircase
"Alla, Alik, how great to see you."
"You knew we were coming. You'd think you'd clean up some.." DyaDya Alik huffed
"Don't be that way, Alik, you know it isn't easy being a single parent... Working and raising Yuri isn't easy."
"I'm just teasing Alina, don't be that way."
"I know... but maybe you shouldn't joke about some things."
"Yea, yea, where's my little Yurochka anyway!" Tetya Alla asked
"He's picking up his things, Yuri! Come down when you finish!
I guess rudeness is a Plisetsky trait. Shocked Dedushka missed it.
"Hey, Yuri!" A voice called out
"Wha?" I replied
"You need to go home? You've been spacing out all lesson; you can't learn a language like this." Yuuri said
"Oh, sorry... I was caught up in the past.." I replied, wondering when did I get here anyway. I almost forgot Mama wasn't always so mean to me... She once did care for me... What went wrong?.
"Let's pick this up tomorrow; you've had a long day," Yuuri replied
"Thanks, Yuuri.. or I suppose I'm supposed to call you Dad now."
"Oh..well," Yuuri said, shocked. His eyes watered at the thought, 'Either works.. whatever makes you feel more comfortable.
My days became a series of repeated events Quickly.
I wake up. I question if everything is worth it. I go to Practice. I scrape by Practice. I have Japanese Practice with Yuuri; I go to bed. Every day it's the same thing.
"Yuri! Come on, keep up! you can do it!"
"Think you can run that again?"
"Ok repeat after me, 私はユーリ・プリセツキーです、私は16歳です,"
"Watashi wa Yuri Plisetsky, Watashi wa JyuuRokuSai De-Su."
"No No, Des, not De-sue you don't hard pronounce the U,"
"Who cares!"
"Soo close... but that looks more like the Katakana for Shi than Tsu, Yuri; I know they are similar, let's try again.."
"Yuri!"
"Yurio!"
"Yuri!"
"Yuri!"
"Shut up!" I screamed
"Yuri... I just wanted to know if you want more curry.." Victor said, shocked as we sat at the table.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- Ah, forget it! I'm heading up for the night."
"Yuri! If you need to talk, we can talk!" Yuuri called out as I ascended the stairs
"No, I need a moment of peace. Goodnight!" I called out before I shut my door. Damn it! I was doing so well; it had been days since I've blown up like that. What am I doing wrong?! Why is it all so hard. Struggling with Japanese, sure I can handle that, that makes sense, but ever since I returned to practice, I haven't been able to get back into the rhythm; it shouldn't be taking this long! I had a flawless season last year! Why can't I just focus! Is it me? Maybe i'm not meant to go back to the ice, But would I be able to live with myself if I retired so young?... God, I need a drink... suddenly, My whole body tensed, damn it, what is wrong with me? Yuri plisetsky has vowed to quit drinking. I can't believe I allowed such a thought to form. Come on, Yuri, you're pathetic, Breath; you are Yuri Plisetsky. You can do this; you won your first Senior league Grand Prix; who else can say that? No one! That's right! I am Yuri Plisetsky. I am Yuri Plisetsky! I am standing in front of a liquor cabinet. How the fuck did I get here!?
"Yuri... what are you up to?" I hear Victor say
"Nothing!"
"Really? then What are you holding?"
"Nothing-" I started as I looked down, then I realized I was holding a wine bottle by the neck; I don't even remember picking it up. "Jesus Christ! How!?"
"Yuri, we had an agreement." Victor sighed
"I know, I know! I don't even know how I got here!"
"Hmmm.." Victor hummed as he stared me down. "Ok, I believe you, but pay more attention, come on, put that down, and let's get out of here."
"Y-yea!" I say, placing the bottle down and following him.
Hey Yall, so I have no more chapters back logged at the moment and i don't want the next few chapters to suck cause i forced them out so we will be taking a hiatus till I can write chapters that are up to the standard I've set for this series, sorry if this is sudden :sweat_smile: