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3 Years Later…
Indi's Point of View
"As soon as my car's fixed, I promise we won't have to be doing this the rest of school." Jack said seriously as we walked down the road to our small neighborhood. I squinted up at him, it was one of those rare sunny days that only happened once a year and mom couldn't pick us up from school. I blew away the sweaty black hair that has fallen in my face and sighed. My jeans felt sticky on my legs and I bet my face was red and disgusting from the heat. Of course, Jack wasn't affected at all by the sun. His expression wasn't uncomfortable at all, he seemed calm, which was a nice change because he hasn't been so nice to me and Piper recently. I looked up at my big brother again and marveled at how tall he was. Jack was almost taller than Jesse, and that was saying something! His arms were muscular and he was thinner now, too. Lynette sometimes likes to tease him about his old baby fat when she comes home to visit. I dragged along my heavy messenger bag in the mud, not really caring whether or not my French homework was ruined. I felt something rough and feverously hot brush against my back, the weight of my bag lifted from my hand.
"Jesus Christ! You're, like, diseased or something!" I looked at Jack with concern. His dark eyes were innocent, a little startled.
"My God, you can carry it if you want, it's your bag." He handed it back, annoyed and continued to walk, but a little faster than before.
"No, no, I mean, you're scorching!" I cried, running to keep up. His legs were so goddamn long! He laughed loudly and looked back at me, his expression playful.
"Is that the new word for 'sexy' in the eighth grade? Scorching? I'd take that as a complement if you weren't my sister." I rolled my eyes, he knew what I meant and was just trying to change the subject. Jack had refused to tell me anything about being a wolf ever since I found out a year ago. Jesse and Lynette told me little also.
"Your questions will be answered soon, Kid, all in good time." Jesse said cryptically one night as I helped him feed Lucy when they were over for dinner.
As we walked passed Papa's house, I saw that Piper was playing with a pink kickball in our front yard three houses down. She wasn't supposed to play outside without anyone around. I sighed and kept walking towards her.
"Hi, guys!" Piper said brightly abandoning her game and running over to us. Jack smiled and she hugged his leg, but I grimaced when she hugged my waist. Jack didn't mind Piper being around as much as I did. In fact, I bet I was the only person in La Push that didn't think she was the cutest kid in Washington.
"Hey!" Said a bright voice I recognized. Jack and I looked over to see Lynette sitting one of the crappy beach chairs that usually lived in our woodshed behind the house. Her black curly hair was wrapped messily on top of her head, some strands were caught in the cheap silver hoops she wore for earrings. Her boobs were hanging out of the blue tank top she was wearing. You couldn't blame her for looking like a hooker though, If I had any boobs, they'd probably be hanging out of my shirt for the world to see too. In her right hand, Lynette held a burning cigarette. I watched as she tried not to blow smoke into our faces after she inhaled one last time before she put it out in the small ash tray that lay on the ground next to her. Lynette's smile was big, and I smiled back. I felt like there was so much I had to tell her, even though I only saw her yesterday afternoon. Jack and I flopped down on the grass on either side of her.
"Piper and I were just hanging out, waiting for you guys to come home." Lynette said conversationally. Lynette and Emily switch off babysitting Piper when Mom is at work and when Jack and I are in school. Though, Lynette has been babysitting more because Mom doesn't want to burden Emily too much.
"Where's Lucy? I thought Jesse was working this afternoon." Jack said as he unzipped his large backpack and took out a pen and a large binder.
"He decided to drop her off with Dad, I guess he's her favorite babysitter. Couldn't imagine why though, he'll just be working on cars all day." Lynette said lazily. I thought it was funny that Dad was more willing to be watching Lucy than bring Piper to work.
"Well, he is her grandfather." I pointed out. "Grandpas are fun." Lynette smiled.
"It must suck for Jess, though, worrying about Lucy all day." Jack said as he doodled on his History homework.
"Yeah." Lynette sighed. I picked black nail polish off of my right thumb nail, thinking about Lucy's mother.
"Why did she leave?" I asked softly. Millie left Jesse and Lucy last year just after Lucy's first birthday. Lucy and Jesse were over every night for supper then. I will always remember the look in Jesse's eyes and it scares me when someone accidentally mentions Millie while Jesse is in the room. Millie and Jesse were happy once, but when Jess proposed when Millie got pregnant with Lucy, everything went downhill from there. They never got married, they never had that happy ending everyone expected them to have, that Jesse expected them to have.
"Cunt." Lynette muttered under her breath so Piper wouldn't hear. Jack sighed and said carefully,
"Some people aren't meant to be parents."
"You mean some people are cowards, she could've at least stuck around for her daughter." Lynette fumed. Millie was a touchy subject in our family, the night after Millie left, Delilah and Lynette tracked her down. I don't know what happened, but I know there was a restraining order against Delilah involved. I shook my head, still not understanding how someone could do that. Just leave the only two people that loved you unconditionally.
2 Years Later….
Delilah's Point Of View
I squinted down at the small print of the cook book I was trying to read. I let out a frustrated groan, dropping the book on to the table.
"Jake! Have you seen my glasses?!" I yelled.
"What?" His grumbling voice yelled from upstairs. I sighed, Jake had been hard of hearing as of late.
"MY GLASSES, HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES?" I screamed. We were silent for a minute. I heard some of the crappy new music kids these days listened to coming from Piper's room. I then heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I then spotted Jake walking slowly over to me in the kitchen. In his large hands were my cheap three dollar glasses from the drug store in the center of town.
"They were where you always leave them," he said, smiling gently down at me. I looked into his eyes, clueless. I left them everywhere. If I left them in the same spot every time, I've known where they were.
"On the bed." Jake laughed. Then it clicked,
"Oh, yeah." I smiled sheepishly, taking them from his worn hands and placing them on my nose. Then everything came back into focus. I saw every wrinkle on Jake's face now and every letter on the page of the cook book I was reading. I sighed and got back to starting dinner. Jacob read over my shoulder as I looked at the book once more for the ingredients I'd need.
"How could you not read that?" He teased, "The letters are huge." I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows.
"How could you not hear me as I shouted up to you?" I shot back. Jake looked down, embarrassed. He was often the butt of many jokes at our house because of his bad hearing. I smiled, brushing back the thick, shoulder length white hair that had fallen in his eyes. His dark eyes met mine and we smiled at the same time. Jake leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, I sighed against him and pulled away. I could see it on Jake's face that he tried not to flinch in pain as he straightened up. His joints has been bothering him.
"What the hell kind of kiss was that?" I asked, my hands on my hips. Jake chuckled and leaned down again, this time kissing me long and hard, including tongue. Of course Jesse and Lucy chose that same moment to let themselves nosily into the house. I pulled away from Jake again and I heard a soft groan escape his lips as we both walked to the front door. I stopped and went on my tip-toes to quickly kiss his cheek before we continued on, feeling bad that I had made him hurt worse.
"Lucy!" I cried as I saw my granddaughter, I opened my arms wide and she ran to me. I straightened up with her still in my arms. Lucy started talking gibberish the second we made eye contact and I pretended I knew exactly what she was saying.
"Really!?" I asked her, she giggled and nodded her head. I suspected that she was talking about her day since she said "color" about a million times.
"What? No Hello for me?" Jesse said from the doorway, pretending to be hurt.
"Hello." Jake chuckled and patted Lucy's head before he left the room and walked slowly into the living room.
"I see you every day." I said to my first son, rolling my eyes as I heard Jake switch the TV on to a football game. Jesse raised his eyebrows.
"You see Lucy everyday." he pointed out. I laughed and turned away and carried Lucy into the kitchen.
"I love Lucy more." I teased. Jesse followed me into the kitchen. I placed baby Lucy in a chair at the table and grabbed one of the sippy cups I had on the drying rack, filling it with milk.
"Here you go, Luc," She smiled up at me and grabbed the cup with her small chubby hands. I brushed her black curly hair away from her eyes and went back to what I was doing before I needed my glasses.
"Where is everybody? By now, everything is usually loud and obnoxious." Jesse said, sitting down in a chair next to Lucy. I grabbed a big pot from one of the cabinets and placed it on the stove.
"Jack and Indi are going to be late, they're at Seth Clearwater's son's art show over at the high school and Lynette and Noah are going to be late also, there're at some music whatever in Seattle and Piper is in her room wishing she were a teenager." Jesse laughed.
"So I guess it's just going to be us for a while." I sighed, "But there's nothing wrong with that." I said, then an idea struck me. I turned to Jesse. I wished Lynette and Indi were here so we could all gang up on him together, but tonight I'd have to do my best on my own.
"Hey," I said casually, "Why don't you go out tonight. Have a break, Dad and I will take care of Lucy." Jesse's expression changed. His eyes became bleak, his face transformed into a mask of depression. I wanted to let the subject drop but I didn't.
"I…I'm not ready. Not for that." I restrained myself from going over to hug him. But this kind of pain couldn't be fixed by a kiss and a hug, I couldn't help my son they way I have been throughout his childhood.
"I mean, go out with your friends! Adam Ateara or Zack Roney! Someone." Jake made his way back into the kitchen, taking a look at Jesse's face, he looked at me searchingly. He knew I had said something to upset him.
"What did you say?" He asked quietly. I sighed in frustration and told him. Jake then turned to Jesse and looked at him hard.
"Do what your mother says." He instructed. I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Great parenting, Sweetheart." I said sarcastically, patting his back. Jake smiled down at me, shaking his head.
"Go out and have fun, Jess, it'll do yea good." Jake said softly. Jesse looked at us both. Jake looked pleadingly at his son.
"It's been almost three years, Son. You have to let her go." I didn't expect that bomb to drop. I looked up at my husband, shocked. That is what we had all been thinking anyway, but non of us had ever said it out loud before. But I knew Jake was right. Jesse had to get on with his life. I knew he only stayed strong for Lucy, but he himself couldn't be depressed like this forever, it would ruin him.
"What would you do if mom left you and the kids, Dad?" Jesse shot back. I could see his hands start to tremble and I thanked God that Jesse was able to control his phasing.
"Lucy, Honey, go annoy aunty Piper." I said softly, placing my hand on her warm back. Her eyes were wide as she looked at her dad. Even at three years old, almost four, Lucy could tell something was wrong.
"Kay." Lucy slid off of the chair, which was almost taller than her, and ran out of the room with sippy cup in hand. She look back once before she let herself into Piper's bedroom.
"That's different." Jake said, his voice horse. "Your mother and I are meant to be together. I imprinted on her."
"So you're saying I didn't love Millie as much as you love Mom?" What am I? Invisible?
"No," Jacob said carefully, "I'm not saying that at all."
"In hippy terms, we're 'soul mates.'" I said. The room was silent as Jesse glared at Jake. I guess that wasn't a good tension breaker.
"You'll find your other half, Jess." I said gently. "And she'll love you more than Millie ever could. Now, please, for the sake of your poor old parents. No, for your poor old dad and me, go out and have fun!"
4 Months Later…
Indi's Point of View.
I pulled my headphones out of my ears and sat up cautiously, listening for signs of life in the sleeping house. When I was sure that Jake and Delilah were definitely in their room and unconscious, I rolled off of my messy, unmade bed with no sound. I shoved my cell phone and iPod in my hoodie pocket and tip-toed around my small bedroom looking for the beloved rainbow Converse high tops that I had inherited from Lynette. The small fan on my bedside table was making all of the posters and funny notes from my friends that I had taped on every inch the walls to make flapping noises. I fished around for my sneakers quietly in the piles of clothes that I had dumped on the floor. At last, I spotted a black and white checkered shoelace on top of my old vanity under one of my favorite tee-shirts. I seized it and continued to look for it's partner. It took me fifteen minutes to find my other shoe and I was already late enough as it is! I sighed and carried my shoes out of my room, flipping the light switch off. I walked down the dark hallway leading to the living room and kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw picture after picture of my family and the pack and I smiled as I came to my favorite. It was just before he died.
It was taken four Christmases ago . My aunts, Rachel and Rebecca, were on either side of Billy. My dad was sitting at his feet. Jack was behind Rebecca, tall and awkward. Jesse was next to Jack and had Lucy on his shoulders. Lynette was next to Dad and looked a little drunk. I was directly behind Billy with Piper on my right side. I remember that my cousins couldn't make it that year with their kids, which was secretly okay with me because the house would have been more crowded than it already was. My mother was the one taking the picture. We were all smiling happily. Now that I look back, I can see that Billy knew he was going to die. He made sure he spent time with each of us separately that year, he took me fishing.
I passed by the photograph and made my way into the semi-dark kitchen, my mom always left on the light built into the microwave so Piper could find her way around if she had a bad dream or something.
I opened the refrigerator as quietly as possible and grabbed a package of raw hotdogs from the drawer. I hoped they wouldn't be too annoyed with me for being late when they saw that I had come with food. I shut the refrigerator and grabbed the unopened bag of chips my Dad had left conveniently on the counter for me. Dad knew I was going to the bonfire tonight. Ever since my car accident a month ago, Delilah had watched me like a hawk. She made sure she knew exactly where I was every minute of the day. It didn't really help that the night I crashed Dad's truck into tree, I didn't tell anybody I was leaving in the first place and I was just a tad bit drunk. The only reason Dad let me go tonight without telling Mom was because the beach was within walking distance. No driving was necessary. My insides squirmed as I heard spontaneous groaning coming from my parent's bedroom upstairs. The groaning was also accompanied with a chorus of soft banging that disturbed the peace and quiet of the old house.
"Oh, my God!" I whispered, disgusted, as I carried the food out of the kitchen and out of the house. I shut the door behind me and quickly slipped on my Converse before I ventured out. I started off down the road. A light breeze stroked my long raven black hair. I inhaled like I was sniffing cocaine. The air smelt like salt water. I remember when I was a little kid and my Dad would take walks with me to the beach. He would always comment on the smell of the air.
"My second favorite smell." He'd say to me.
"What's your first?" I'd always ask. He'd smile at me and reply.
"Your mother." My mother had a nice smell. Kind of like chocolate, coffee, and tobacco all mixed into one. She was my favorite smell too.
I pulled my hood over my head as I passed more tiny houses like mine. Being a wolf changed me, well, it changes everybody. If I had been walking down this street at the same hour a year ago, I would have been scared out of my wits. I've been terrified of the dark my whole life. It was a little secret that only my family knew. But there are scarier things than the dark, becoming a wolf helped me realize that. I smiled in triumph as I saw the fire light from a far and I made my way onto the beach. The waves crashed loudly and heavy wind blew into my ear. My hair whipped around my head as I neared the group of people around the fire. My heart fluttered as my gaze rested upon Oliver Uley. The day after I first phased into a wolf, Oliver and I imprinted on each other. Lynette and Noah brought me over to Sam and Emily's house with them for dinner that night. I knew Oliver well but never in my life have I thought of him as more than a friend. He was my sister's husband's little brother then, now he was my whole life.
"Hey family!" I said as I came into view. Everyone looked around and a chorus of greetings reached my ears. I made my way around Lynette and Jesse who were laughing together about some inside joke they shared. Oliver smiled at me gently and I kissed him softly on the lips before I took my seat between him and Savanna.
"Where's Jake? I thought he was coming tonight." Embry said, laughing as somebody said something funny that I couldn't hear. I looked over to my right to see Sam, Embry, and a couple more of the elders in plastic chairs. Oliver took my hand and I leaned against his chest.
"I forgot it was bring your elder to the bonfire night." I joked shrugging my shoulders, everyone laughed.
"No, seriously. I think we should have a moment of silence for my Dad, he's busy sacrificing his body to the devil. But I brought chips and more hotdogs to help ease your new inner turmoil." I smiled and held up the food I had in my hands. I handed Oliver the hotdogs, because he made them better than anyone else, and I passed around the bag of chips. As Oliver cooked the hotdogs, I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to the loud chatter around me. Excited about the fact that I was free for the couple of hours my mother was asleep.
Around 1 Year Later.
Delilah's Point of View.
I was sitting at my kitchen table across from my older sister. I studied her face carefully and decided that I wanted to shot her in the face. She was just as beautiful as when I first moved in with her 28 years ago. Her skin was perfect, not a wrinkle in sight, and her eyes we practically hypnotic. I know it's silly of me to be just a little bit jealous but, in all honesty, I was. Bella sat up straight with her hands folded on the table and looked at me with a small smile on her face. I raised my eyebrows.
"What?" I asked, self-consciously. I looked down at the mug of coffee in my hands, wrinkling my nose as the hot steam hit my face. I saw Bella shake her head out of the corner of my eye.
"It's nothing, I'm just…is it stupid of me to be a little bit jealous right now?" I looked up, shocked. We made eye contact and I saw that she wasn't joking around.
"Jealous of what?" Certainly not me. Bella looked down at her lap, the big rock on her left hand glittered in the dim light of the automatic fan on the ceiling above.
"You're so lucky, Delilah." She said quietly. I nodded because she was right. I was lucky. I had a wonderful hard working husband that loved me. Five beautiful children and a granddaughter that just learned how to say "mother fucking bitch" thanks to said children.
"You're jealous of me?" I asked, incredulous. I let out a short laugh and looked down at myself. I was still in my waitress uniform, a coffee stain was just above my name tag. My long gray and brown hair was down for once. I had freckles all over me from years and years of being in the sun. My cheap square drugstore glasses were a little crooked on my nose.
"No, forget I said anything. I'm being silly." She waved her hand in the air as she said this. I looked at her warily. After years and years of giving me advice when I needed it, I definitely owed it to Bella. So I sighed, took a sip from my coffee, and looked at Bella patiently as I placed my warm hand on hers.
"No, I want to hear what you were going to say." Plus, I was dying to know why she was so jealous. Not that I didn't feel just a little bit flattered. Jesus, I'm such a bad sister. Well, it's a good thing that I feel bad about being a bitch. I'll just comfort myself with that fact. Bella sighed, sending a minty fresh breeze of cold air my way.
"It would hurt Edward so much if he heard this." She looked down to her lap again. God, she was acting like she had an affair with somebody.
"I find myself thinking about being human again, I wonder what it would've been like for us to have children and to grow old together. Of course, I don't regret a thing, I love Edward more than anything. But I miss feeling the breeze on my face and feeling the cold ocean on my skin. I want to bump into something and feel the split second of pain. I want to feel things again, but I can't. The worse part is, I can remember being human like it was yesterday. That's why you're so lucky. You get to have all of those things." I squeezed Bella's hand comfortingly.
"You shouldn't feel horrible about those thoughts," I said softly, patting her hand. And I was right. If I were ever a cold hard rock, I miss those things too.
"And I bet you're not the only one to think about being human again, if it were me that was the vampire, I'd be thinking that too." Bella smiled. I feel really, really bad that I just wanted to shot her in the face.
"Thank you, Delilah." She said sincerely. Just as I was about to speak again, the old telephone behind Bella's head started to ring. I sighed and got up from the table. I looked down for a second and noticed my wedding ring. The tiny diamond glittered in the light. It wasn't as extravagant as Bella's, in fact it looked like something Piper and Lucy would ware for dress up, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I laughed as walked around the table, gesturing to my body.
"I'm sure you're very jealous of this." I laughed, Bella laughed too, shaking her head.
"I think you're getting more and more beautiful as you age, plus, you've always been curvy. You're more like Renee than I am, I got my body from Charlie's side of the family." I pursed my lips and tried not smile.
"Thanks, Sweetie." I muttered as I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Mom?" A tense voice sighed from the other end. A thousand horrible thoughts ran through my head. My stomach twisted into a tornado of fear, it was Indigo.
"Indi!? What's wrong?" I asked, sounding like a concerned parent.
"Are you okay?!" she asked, "Something's wrong, make sure you and Piper don't leave the house until I call again, okay?"
"Indigo, what's going on?" I asked sternly. I held my breath waiting for an answer. It had something to do with the pack I knew it, more than half my family could be in serious trouble right now. Bella was turned around in her chair facing me, her eyes were wide.
"There's a vampire somewhere close. Noah's sent Cole, Nicky, and Jack to-" I cut her off and I looked at Bella who was listening to the whole conversation, her eyes wider than before, probably just realizing what her being here has caused.
"There's no danger, Indi Honey, it's just Auntie Bella." Indi was quick to reply, she probably didn't process what I just said.
"Yes, Ma, there is danger- wait…what?!" I sighed in relief.
"It's just Bella, Sweetheart, tell Noah that it was a false alarm. Well, not a false alarm, but an alarm." I could hear Indi talking to somebody on her end. Then it sounded like the phone dropped on the ground a couple of times. Then I heard a deep voice.
"Delilah?" my son-in-law said seriously.
"Hi, Noah." I sighed. I bet Indi was arguing with Noah and finally got frustrated with him enough to let him talk to me.
"There is no danger, Hun, my sister, Bella, has just come to town for a visit." I heard Noah breathe into the receiver.
"Well, that's definitely a relief." He said, his voice a little less gruff. I laughed nervously, my heart beat slowing down.
"You almost gave me a heart attack." I admitted, I held my hand over my heart and sighed again for what seemed like the hundredth time. Noah laughed too.
"So….are you and Lynette coming over for dinner tomorrow night? I'm making chili spaghetti!" I knew he liked my chili spaghetti, of course I couldn't beat his mother Emily's cooking, but that was something I often threw in her face.
"Ah…yeah, I think so." I nodded.
"Good."
Later that Night
Jake's Point of View
I closed my eyes and winced in pain as I bent down to reach for the laundry basket, but straitening back up was more painful. Of course, I couldn't just age gracefully, oh no, I had to be cursed just like my father before me. I had to be the one who took about a million pills a day for aches and pains all over. Half of them for conditions that I couldn't even pronounce. One of Indi's tee-shirts and two of Delilah's bras rustled in the basket, disturbing my thoughts, and I jumped, startled. Lucy turned over, her sleep briefly disturbed by the basket being in motion, and nestled herself into one of my red tee-shirts.
"What the hell?" I whispered, cocking my head to the side and laughing to myself quietly. Lucy's wild curly hair was all over the place, her sweet round face sweaty. I chuckled as I walked all the way down the hall, carefully holding the basket steady. I carried the basket, holding my grandaughter and my clean underwear into the small front room that was called the "TV" room when my children were younger. I stopped at the door frame, ducking my head because I'd bump my head if I didn't. I spotted Bella standing behind the couch, she appeared to be looking out the window into the front yard, but when I came closer I saw that she was looking at the many pictures Delilah placed on the window seat instead of a pillow.
"I ah…don't know if you met my granddaughter, Lucy." I said softly, my voice horse. Bella turned around and I was again hit with the same shock as I was when I saw her earlier today. Bella's features were perfect in every way. When Delilah told me that she was coming for a visit this morning as we were getting dressed for work, I knew she look like the Bella I had first saw on First Beach that day long ago when I was a boy, but half of me expected to see that she aged just as much as Delilah and I had. But I knew that was not possible.
"Oh, my God, Jacob, she's beautiful!" Bella exclaimed softly, she placed the picture frame back on the window seat and walked over to me with exaggerated slowness. When Bella reached us, I lowered the basket to her eye level. I knew Bella had enough control to not hurt the baby girl. Bella's cold hand stroked Lucy's hair gently then patted my arm. I didn't feel anything inside me like I would've when I was sixteen. Bella's cold touch didn't trigger anything inside me and that made me smile. My heart belonged to Delilah. Bella's topaz colored eyes met mine and she smiled. Bella started to speak again but I could only hear random sounds come out of her mouth. I knit my eyebrows together in concentration. I felt my face go red. Bella was speaking to quietly for me to hear her, my goddamned hearing, another curse that Billy had passed on to me.
"I'm sorry, Bella, you're going to have to speak up." I said, I hated saying that to people. It made me feel older. Bella stopped talking and smiled. I expected her to laugh but she didn't. I sighed.
"I said, why is she sleeping in the laundry basket!" She shouted. I laughed.
"It's okay, my hearing isn't that bad, you don't have to yell like that." she rolled her eyes just like the human Bella would have done and waited for me to answer her question.
"Um…I don't know, I just found her in here." I said this just as Indi stomped into the room. She had little white earphones in her ears but I couldn't hear the music blasting through them like I could've when Jesse was her age, though I suspected that the volume was cranked up as high as it would go. Indi wore a simple black tee-shirt and skinny jeans rolled up to her knees, showing off her favorite pair of Chuck's.
"Why is your niece sleeping in the laundry basket?" I asked my daughter sternly. Indi stopped walking, making sure that she was far enough away from Bella that it could be comfortable for both her (the wolf) and Bella (The vampire) to be in the same room together.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about her," Indi said, frowning. I raised my eyebrows, becoming angry.
"You forgot about her….you forgot about your four year old niece." I said, shocked. Indi shrugged.
"We were playing hide and seek. She was hiding, I was seeking. Then I got distracted." she admitted. She looked me in the eyes and said quickly,
"Don't worry, we agreed that she couldn't hide anywhere outside." I then sighed, not in the mood to yell at her. I shook my head.
"I'll take her, if you want." she offered.
"No, it's all right. She'll be sleeping for a while if nothing disturbs her." Indigo then shrugged again and started walking away.
"What have you been doing this whole time?" I called after her. Indi turned toward me again, this time annoyed.
"Just planning creative ways to end my life." Indi replied sarcastically, it took a minute for me to register that. Indi started to walk away again,
"Wait…What?" I asked. Indi spun around,
"Nothing Dad! Okay? I love my life!" Indigo said loudly, her voice echoing around the room. Then she walked away from me and Bella completely. Bella looked at me, confused.
"It's okay, she's not really going to kill herself." I reassured her, "I'm just going to set her up in the bedroom." I said, gesturing to Lucy. I then walked passed Bella into my bedroom.
"My god, they're all bipolar!" I grumbled to myself. I willneverunderstand teenage girls.