All Chapters of Deep Trouble With You: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

What Did I Know About Horror Before?I thought I knew every shade and variation of horror... I was wrong.When Luka called us, sobbing and begging us to save his sister, we rushed home immediately. The scene that greeted us there made the blood freeze in my veins and turned my soul to ice.In the children's bathroom lay Masha, deathly pale. Her face was covered in blood, as were her hands, the sink, and the floor... And even though the girl was unconscious, blood was still slowly trickling from her nose, forming a small puddle beneath her head.So this was the kind of terror Denis had deprived me of and Nazar had given me instead: the mortal fear for your children. Because alongside the joy of motherhood, alongside admiration, pride, and immeasurable love for your children, walks that damned fear hand in hand.I had never been so afraid for myself as I was for Masha at that moment.I stood there in shock, covering my mouth with my hand, on the verge of breaking down from despair and p

Nazar Yartsev:A fairly young man, maybe even younger than me, sat behind a massive desk filling out paperwork. After we entered the office, he looked up and gave our formal attire a surprised glance, but didn't comment on it."You're here about Matveeva?" His brows drew together sternly."Yes," Ann managed to answer. This whole situation had completely thrown us off balance."Come in." He pointed at the chairs in front of his desk. "Elena Egorovna has already been here and asked me to bring you up to speed on the patient's condition."On unsteady legs, we walked over to the indicated seats. I took Anya's hand. It might have looked like I was supporting her, but the truth was, I needed it just as much."Maria has acute lymphoblastic leukemia that has already reached a fairly serious stage. The girl previously underwent several courses of treatment, but she stopped attending therapy quite a long time ago. During that time, the disease progressed significantly.""Tell us the prognosis,"

Anya Shumilskaya:“What are you doing here, Dad?” Nazar asks Mr. Yartsev, who’s leaning against his son’s car, watching us closely with his arms crossed.“I thought we were family and helped each other in hard times,” his father scoffs, looking at us with cold steel-gray eyes. “I know everything.”“Well of course you do. Somebody already ran their mouth,” my boyfriend sighs heavily and leans against the car too, caging me between his arms.“Nazar, now isn’t the time to argue,” the man replies calmly to his son’s irritation. “Tell me how the girl is and what the doctors are saying.”Grinding his teeth, Nazar reluctantly gives in and tells his father everything that’s been happening. About the kids and Masha’s condition, and about their half-assed guardians. Oleg listens carefully without interrupting once, only staring thoughtfully at his son.“And you seriously want to take two homeless kids into your care?” Apparently, that’s the only thing that truly unsettled the elder Yartsev out

Nazar Yartsev:A gloomy day in a gloomy place. A light drizzle began to fall, painting the gravestones in darker shades. The wet earth stuck unpleasantly to our shoes, but the little boy didn’t care. He stood there staring at the smiling photo of someone dear to him, sincerely grieving the loss.“Lukas, let’s go already,” Masha said softly, taking the boy by the shoulder with understanding. “It’s about to pour. Mom’s in a better place now. She’s not suffering anymore there. And there’s no booze there either,” the blonde added quietly and sadly, running into my reproachful glare.Natalya died six months after we took guardianship of her children. I hired a caretaker to help the woman, to look after that disaster of a mother. But the problem remained the same. Natalya herself didn’t want help, and during the hours when the caretaker wasn’t there, she kept drinking thanks to her “kind” neighbor. Her mind never cleared, not even once, during all that time. Then one day, the caretaker simp

Five More Years Later:“Get your little asshole ass over here!” Masha yelled at her brother, who skillfully dodged her between the trees. “Your ass hasn’t had a proper beating from me in way too damn long! Looks like they spoiled the hell out of you here without me!”Laughing at full volume and shrieking on ultrasonic frequencies, the boy quickly found protection in the form of his older brother Lukas and hid behind his legs.“Masha, stop bullying Dima,” the guy picked up the dark-haired little boy into his arms.“Who the hell is bullying him?!” the blonde threw her hands up indignantly. “He can run anyone into the ground till their ass sweats through their pants all by himself...”“Maaasha,” Anya looked at the girl reproachfully while laying snacks out on the table in the middle of the green garden, while I flipped meat on the grill. “We beat everything, but your mouth? Absolutely hopeless!”“Why would I beat it?” our beauty snorted. “I still need it...”“Yeah, to kiss Vovka with!” L