8 Indigo/Kevin

The way he's looking me up and down and the jokes he's making with his friends have set me on edge, the way this guy is acting reminds me of him and has my anxiety starting to shyrocket.

"It's all good sweety just ignore my friend here" one of the other guys says "We'll just have four cokes, two sprites and six double cheeseburger with fries" one of the other guy in the group says tossing his menu at me.

As soon as the clock hits midnight I quickly gathered my things and left work, heading home ready to relax and let the evenings anxiety wash off of me and down the drain with a hot shower.

As I'm walking home I start to once again get the same unsetteling feeling I have been getting for the last week. It's as if someone's following me but then again I don't exactly live in the best part of town, so I ignore the feeling and keep walk home.

I'm half way home when I remember I need to get a few things from the store so I make a quick stop into the small corner store getting the things I can here and making a mental note to get what is left tomorrow while I'm out with Sean.

After paying for my things and turning down the cashier again, I walk out of the store bumping into someone, I say a small sorry and walk off. 

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"Boss we found her" 

 "Good keep eyes on her at all times, I want to know her every fucking move"

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Kevin…

Ungrateful.

Stupid cunt.

That what she is, why the fuck I've stayed with her so fucking long I will never understand... well that's a lie. I stay because as long as she's with me then she cant be found by them.

When my father married her cunt of a mother, they made sure that she disappeared, so image my fucking surprise when I show up for freshmen orientation and see an almost carbine copy of my step mother.

It took me some time to get close to her, but once I did, I sunk my claws in her so hard she's nothing but a pile of nothingness on the floor of our one bedroom apartment.

I didn't want to be this way with her, when I'd gotten to know her id actually started to fall in fucking love with her, can you fucking believe it, I had started to fall in love with my fucking step-sister.

The bane of my family legacy and the one bitch out there who could bring my father down with a single glance.

Now she's nothing but a broken little play thing I plan on complete destroying.

Two fucking years and the bitch still hasn't put out, her mom asked that I not take our relationship to that level yet so id played along with her whole I'm not ready bullshit.

I've fucked my way through campus and half of New Yorks rich bitch club scene and have grown board, I'm planning on taking what's mine and cementing my place in her life forever.

If word got out about who she was, then they would come looking for her and I'll be fucking damn if they have her before me.

"Indi" I call when I open the door.

"Indigo" I call again being meet with nothing but silence.

She better be asleep or fucking dead or in the shower. Those are the only acceptable reasons for her answering me when I call.

I kick my shoes off by the door and set the dozen yellow roses and bag of her favorite take out place or the kitchen counter then head down the small hallway towards the bedroom.

The bathroom door id open and there's bloody tissue and Band-Aid papers littering the bathroom counter so I know she's here and did as I told her and cleaned herself up.

Why the fuck she didn't clean up her god-damn mess is something ill have to aske her after I'm done with my good guy act and play the sorry boyfriend who's under a lot of stress.