Indigo and Violet

Chapter 15: Sticks And Stones

I walked around the hallways of the school, hearing people whispering quietly to their friends. It was strange for a Friday since those were mostly full of excitement for every student, but it was oddly quiet as I approached Nat on her way to one of her classes.

"Does it seem quiet here to you or is that just me?" I asked, walking beside her.

"From what I'd heard, something happened and almost the entire school is too scared to let you find out because of your weird bipolar friendship with Indigo." Nat shared. I raised my eyebrow.

"What happened?" I asked, and just as I asked the question, my question was answered by Indigo walking through the halls with cuts and bruising covering the little amount of skin he was actually showing. Rayne was on his arm as they threaded toward their classes. I stormed up to them with a worried look on my face.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, trying and failing, to hide my concern. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why is it any of your business?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Do we have to go through this again or will you just tell me this time instead of snapping at me?" I said with irritation. He sighed with defeat, not in the mood to argue.

"A little street race accident. Nothing to be worried about, now can you put your weird obsession with me on hold? I have to go to class." He replied, strutting off.

. . .

I sat in tutoring, doing some homework when Indigo walked into class, letting me examine the full length if his injuries. He had a dark bruise on his jaw and his lip had been busted, along with a small bruise underneath his eye.

"Indigo, you know, this is why I don't like you street racing. I told you it was dangerous and now you've gone and gotten yourself in an accident." I ranted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I knew damn well it was dangerous when I started doing it and it wasn't a bad accident, nothing was even broken except my car, but I'll fix it." He replied, sitting in a desk.

"This time nothing was damaged. What about next time you swerve off the road and crash into something?" I asked, panic settling inside me.

"Then I'll deal with the consequences of my actions, just like everyone else. You know, I don't need you to be my guardian devil, I managed perfectly fine without you for three years I can do it for many more." He retorted. I shrugged.

"Perfectly fine? You have run on luck this far. Now you're starting to actually get hurt because of this weird habit you have developed." I replied. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Says the alcoholic." He snapped back. I shrugged.

"Is that your only argument?" I questioned. He shook his head.

"You use alcohol and partying to escape your life even though nine out of ten times there is an easy solution that you ignore for some reason." He argued. I chuckled.

"Good one, but I'm not the one guaranteeing that I die within the next two years." He just scoffed.

"Violet, how about you just mind your own business and I'll mind mine." He suggested, but he began to get that far away look in his eye once again, meaning I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering why I cared even though I 'hated' him. I shrugged.

"You know me Indy, I can't stay away from you, I'm obsessed with you remember?" I joked around, rolling my eyes. He ignored me and for the rest of tutoring we sat in silence.

. . .

I sat at home, holding Damien in my arms. He was sleeping peacefully, which was more than I could say for myself since it was sometime around midnight. I had been thinking all day about when Indigo was doing his street racing and when he'd have time to and finally I decided that it had to be after 11 since he had worked directly after tutoring that went on until 11, which meant that he could've been at a race at the time, he could've been in serious danger, or in the hospital, and no one would tell me. I wouldn't know until tutoring the next day. The thought of him being seriously injured, and me not knowing about it, was prohibiting me from sleeping, so I sat there, staring at the wall, trying to get the image of Indigo lying in a hospital bed out of my head.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" My mom asked, walking into the room. I sighed and shrugged.

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to watch Damien for a bit." I explained, being purposely vague with my answer. She nodded, sitting down on the couch.

"Is everything okay? I know you've been having some problems recently and I'm sorry I haven't exactly been there for you." She apologized. I smiled at her.

"It's fine, Mom. I've been leaving you with Damien almost every day now. Between school, tutoring, work, and sleep, I don't have very much time on my hands." I sighed. She shrugged.

"I don't mind hanging out with the little one. He's the calmest baby I've ever seen." She chuckled, a smile spreading across her lips.

"Compared to you and Indigo, this is a walk in the park." She added. I let out a laugh.

"We couldn't have been that bad," I responded. She shook her head.

"You were. Not at this age of course, but as soon as you two learned to talk and walk it was complete chaos. The fact that his mom and him were always around because your dad made it so much worse. I was constantly chasing you around as your dad and Steffie talked about random stuff. They were so close, nearly inseparable." She explained. I gave her a soft smile.

"Were you ever jealous of their friendship?" I asked. That question had always bothered me. Steffie and my dad talked constantly and were always together, so didn't my mom get jealous, even a little? She just let out a laugh and shook her head.

"Well, when your father and I first got together I was. Everywhere we went, she was always around and I hated it, but slowly I developed a friendship with her too and she became one of my best friends as well. We even coordinated your names. We'd made this deal that we'd name our children after their eye color. Of course, we were young when we made that deal, but as soon as we saw your eyes, I couldn't think of a better name." She explained. I nodded.

"I miss him," I announced, looking down at Damien. She put her hand on my knee, trying to comfort me.

"Are talking about your dad...or Indigo?" She asked. I sighed.

"Both. Everything was so much simpler back then. " I replied. She nodded and smiled.

"Yeah..... But I will get better I promise. I'm going to go to bed. I love you, good night." She kissed my forehead and left me in the room to my thoughts. Once again, they drifted back to Indigo and I just kept wondering if he was okay.