Chapter 2 - Indigo

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He's dead

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He's dead. Daddy's dead, daddy's dead. I should be throwing a fucking party but I can't. Even though he is the reason I am this way, now he is dead I don't know what I do. I knew what would happen every day, I knew the routine, I knew what to do. Now there are strangers in my house and I don't know what to do

"Indi, are you going to come downstairs and thank everyone for helping out?" Eugh, Peter, my dads 'best friend' he didn't even know who my father was.

"Get these strangers out of my fucking house. I don't need help." I shout through the locked door. I can do that now, no one has a key, only me.

"Indi, we're just worried about you." Peter replies

"I'm fine, you can go now" I shout as I drag the knife across my thigh again, I smile as the fresh wound opens, nothing cures me like this, not the stupid meds, not the therapist my dad made me lie to, nothing.

"Indi, your cousin is here, you going to come and meet him?" Peter shouts

"Only if everyone else leaves." I reply. I stand and put a dressing on my thigh, I'll stitch it later, I grab my jeans and check myself out in the mirror, my long black hair hanging down to my hips, it's clean for a change, my 'painfully thin figure' which looks fine to me and I still have my large boobs, they never go, no matter how little I eat. My dark eyes look almost black, black like my nail polish and my soul. My skin is milky white from never going outside, but I like it that way. I sigh and unlock my bedroom door, I open it slightly and check if anyone is there, it became a habit. I make my way downstairs thank fuck everyone has left, paying respects to the wonderful Brian Black. Yes that makes me Indigo Black, my Mom clearly had a sense of humour. I release the breath I was holding at the empty room when this huge tattoo covered man steps out from the kitchen

"Who the fuck are you?" I say before thinking, he smirks

"I'm your fucking cousin" he replies. Well I see the hot genes went to my moms sister and her son, damn. Incest, a game for all the family.

"So Indi, I was sent here to help figure things out for you. What do you want to do now orphan Annie?" He asks, that smirk still on his face, oh we have the same humour then

"First of all I hate Indi, so Annie or Indigo is fine. Second I want everyone to get the fuck out of my house so I can get on with my life, alone." I reply taking the beer from his hand and drinking it.

"Well Annie, that's where you're hittin' a wall. You can't live alone, you need 'supervision' so, either to pick some one to live with you or you get put in a home like Nana." He replies

"Ok, Nana is the best name you've given me yet and no. N O no, i inherited everything from bastard Brian, this is my house now, if everyone would leave me alone I'll be fine, you assholes meddling is what makes me worse." I reply. Peter steps out from the kitchen with Mother fucking Dr. Dickhead.

"Miss Black, Peter was concerned how you would deal with this transition, I'm only here to help support you."

"Oh fuck no" I shout and bolt for the stairs. I can hear them on my heals but I make it to the bathroom first and lock the door. This just isn't going to work. No, fucking, way. I open the cabinet and see all my dads pain pills and my shitty meds, I pick them up and take off the lid from my dads oxy's

"Miss Black, we can talk this through you don't need to do anything drastic. We can make a plan, you can have a new routine."

"Fuck you and your new routine." I shout before I start taking the pills.

"Orphan fucking Annie, open the door before I break it." My cousin shouts, the pills must be kicking in because I giggle as the wave hits me, I feel myself falling as the door shatters and I see my cousin, Peter and Dr.Dickhead rushing to me.

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