Runaway Rogue

Chapter Six: Indigo's POV

"This is going to be so great," Paris sighed.

Indigo shot the sweet girl a smile. Leave it to Paris to look on the bright side when there is no bright side to be had. The reality was not so kind.

They needed to move. It was a simple fact. The other facts were less considerate. They had a tight budget after paying out the remaining balance on their old place and they needed a quick possession.

British Columbia was many things. It was massive mountains and roaring rivers. It was seafood and glorious coasts. It was not affordable. And there was a whole saying about moving on mountain time, not real time. Things didn't happen fast out here.

This was the best they could do. Small, old, and closer to their previous place than any of them would have liked.

"Think about the positives," Sasha said, bumping her shoulder against Indigo's as they lugged boxes into the living room.

Indigo strained hard for a second, her mind so focused on death and despair and everything that could go wrong. But there were perks, she supposed. "Well, it's really pretty here. They have great running and biking trails around. And there's a waterfall in town, which is pretty nice."

"There are two breweries and a couple bars in town so it should be easy enough for us to find work, especially you, Indigo. No one slings drinks quite like you do," Paris chirped. "There's some fast-food places too, operating a deep fryer is the same across the board. It won't be a restart, it will just be carrying on here."

Indigo gave out a little resigned huff. "It's going to be great. I know it will be. It's just that the last place was starting to feel great, too. You know?" Maybe if she changed her attitude, the words would become true soon enough.

Sasha gave her a small, half hug before dumping the boxes on the scratched-up hardwood. "I stopped seeing the houses as homes a long time ago. When it takes one slip up to send you packing, you learn not to get attached. You two are my home. Whatever walls are around us don't matter to me."

Paris gasped, clasping her hands over her heart as if someone had proposed to her. Indigo was not so easily softened and rolled her eyes, only the corners of her mouth tugging upward. "Sounds pretty soft from someone who called me every name under the sun not too long ago."

The three of them got to work with prepping the house. It was a small thing, so it went fast. There was a painful part when they had to decide who was sleeping where. In the last place they had been so spoiled with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Now, they were bunking together like teens at a sleepover. Hopefully, when they found work, their shifts would be staggered so they could all get ready in peace.

Sasha and Indigo opted to share a bedroom, though Sasha might have been plotting Indigo's death after she announced that she would love to share a room with her stepdaughter.

It wasn't the fun kind of move that movie montages showed. There were no curtains to hang, no family pictures to place on the wall. But there were still fits of giggles as they helped sort each other's clothes and a little bit of reminiscing when one of them found a folded up photo of them posing in front of a massive waterfall.

The next morning, Indigo had the privilege of driving their shared car. She knew that living with those two girls was the best thing that ever happened to her, but sometimes, she enjoyed a little space to sing. Especially now that she was bunking with someone else.

Unfortunately, the drive was not for leisure. The three of them had all decided to lay low for the next month, relying heavily on their savings, in the hopes that any storms might pass over. But, going into heat through a black-market silver infused drug was an emergency that could not wait.