𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚

Heartbreaker

Xiomara's POV •

"...and you're sure about it?" my aunt asks me as I help Zabelle put on her shoes. Indigo's taking a nap on my bed as me and my daughter head out to go to the park. I got Aunt Nicole on speaker phone, trying to land me this part time job as a tutor.

"I'm more than sure. I've learned to be more patient since having Zabelle. And elementary math and reading is the easiest shit to someone older," I shrug.

"Alright. I'll call my girl down at the school and see if we can get the word around. Where would you hold tutoring at?"

"I can hold it at the local library. I know the librarian pretty well." It had been forever since I had gotten a chance to read but sometimes I still made time to purchase an eBook or two. "Plus it would make the parents feel more safe."

"Alright. I like what you're doing here, X. I'm sorry about Sunday," she apologizes.

"Today is Tuesday. I'm already over everything, auntie. And you're making it up to me by getting me this job anyways," I say with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbles.

"Where's Mom?" I ask.

"Her and your father are upstairs," my aunt says with a hint of despair in her voice.

"Auntie," I start.

"Don't. It's fine," she sighs.

"I start at Papa John's tomorrow. Indigo did the interview here earlier. And I just need a bit of training, but I'll do that on the job," I tell her, sensing her need for a topic change.

"Congrats. I'm proud of you. I might order a few pizzas to support," my aunt says, but the usual life in her voice is gone.

"You're more than what you're allowing yourself to go through, auntie."

"Pretending to be your mother for so long," she says slowly. "Sometimes I forget you're not my child. Sometimes I forget that...I'm just the aunt. That he stepped out of our marriage for my sister and had you. That I had to pretend that you were mine. Sometimes I feel like I'm being used. I was, honestly," she sighs. "But you love your mother and I so unconditionally and you're amazing for that, Xiomara. I applaud you for that. But you are right. I do deserve better. It's just so hard," she whispers.

"You can always find someone else. Be single. Be happy. I never understood why the family didn't get that he cheated on you."

"Because everything is always the wife's fault, Xiomara," my aunt said sullenly. "Everything."

"Mommy!" Zabelle said sharply. "Paw Pee!"

"Paw Patrol," Aunt Nicole and I correct her at the same time. "That girl has the biggest mouth on her," my aunt laughs. "Jesus, I know," I sigh.

"Speaking of Jesus, have you been to church lately?" she then asks. "I know you had the job interview on Sunday and then Zabelle's stay at the hospital but...you know?"

"I- Auntie, I gotta go. I don't wanna be at the park when it's real hot for too long. Love you, byeee!"

"Xi-

I hang up on her and exhale out my relief. It was enough liking girls and getting pregnant early. If the only family I have left finds out that I don't believe in Christianity, that I'm open to all religions, shit could be toast for me.

I turn Paw Patrol on for Zabelle and finish getting her dressed. I nudge Indigo awake and let her know that we're on our way out.

"Ight. Y'all stay safe. You got ya taser?"

"Yes," I answer.

"Yes what?" Indigo grins and I blush deeply.

"Chill best friend," I roll my eyes.

"That's all I wanted you to say," she evilly smirks. "I just wanted you to say best friend."

After Zabelle's tired and sweaty from the park, I make the long walk back to our apartment. My phone dings and I see a text from Indigo telling me that she's playing with herself right now. I send her back a freaky text and focus on getting us back home.

I eye a group of dudes standing on a corner ogling at a girl. She's unbothered and laughing with her friends, but I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I glance down at Zabelle, who's holding a leaf and twirling it through the air like a plane.

I hope nothing happens to them. If I didn't have Zabelle I'd made sure those girls waiting for the bus got where they needed to be safely but...I have a daughter. I peel my eyes away from them and head home. My mood's soured and I'm more observant of my surroundings now.

If something happens, and I could have done something...I shuddered.

I enter the apartment and I hear Indigo's low moans. Zabelle's asleep on my shoulder, but I still inch towards my bed, curiously peeking through the doorway. I hide my gasp as I see Indigo watching a video of her and one of my old friends fucking.

I had just liked a picture of the girl with a blonde wig and blonde lashes. And my friend's signature neck tat- I knew that anywhere. Some part of me felt broken. Indigo wasn't mine, but I had always assumed she had her loyalty towards me.

I moved away and closed the front door as if I had just came in. I laid Zabelle on the couch since Indigo was in the room and I heard my best friend jumping up out of my bed.

She came into the living room, pulling up her pants. My expression was neutral but I was deeply sad and disappointed inside. "I didn't know y'all were back yet," she said. "It's cool. Zabelle's asleep. I'm really tired," I say slowly.

"I'll fix your bed and stuff," Indigo offered.

"Thanks," I sigh. I go to the kitchen and grab myself a snack, the feeling of Indigo's hands around my waist not giving me any sort of pleasure as it usually does. "What's wrong?"

I'm not the confrontational type but, maybe I should say something? I clamp my mouth shut. But if I fall out with Indigo and stop giving her pussy she might fire me and she might leave Zabelle and I on the streets. Plus we never discussed what we are.

Technically, Indigo was never mine's.

"Nothing," I whisper. "I saw something horrible today."

"What?" she asks curiously.

"A girl. She almost got hurt."

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