Disguised-Part Four

(Aster Nile's pov.)

Belle drives away, waving goodbye through the window. "Okay, babies lets go get something to eat." I say, leading the twins inside. Indigo lagging behind, limp even more promient, and grimace even more profound. I bite my tongue and place the kids lunchables in front of them, they hurriedly eat, and run upstairs to play before bathtime. I take a seat on the couch beside him, a foot of space between us, and I rub my sweating hands on my pants.

"Can I ask you something?" He nods, confused and worry stricken expression painted on his face. "You don't have to answer. What does he do to you?" He looks away, face red, and body heaving. "I-I stay so he dosen't hurt her, I h-have to." I nod, I reach out to him. "Uncle A," The twins yell interrupting us. I stare at him, he gives a weak broken smile. "Go, they need you." I frown, open my mouth to say something, but get up and go to them instead.

"Is Unce Indie going to help us?" I nod, at Avery. "Why don't you go get him?" He runs off down the stares and drags a hunched over Indigo back. He dosen't meet my eyes, I grab the twins night clothes, and walk them to the bathroom. Running the water to a warm tempature, add in a generous amount of bubbles, and wash the twins.

They dress in there pajammas, I read them a story, and they fall asleep. I quietly trudge back down the stairs, take a seat on the couch beside Indigo. He is staring at the t.v so hard, body rigid, and breath held in his lungs. "I am sorry about earlier, you can relax."

He lets out his breath and sinks back into the comfortable couch, relaxing slightly. "He beats me." He says, still staring at the t.v, body held in a tight position. I stare at him, tears welling with tears. "Just kicking and hitting. He burns me to. " I reach over and touch his hand, he smiles at me, and tears fall down his cheecks.

I wipe the tears way, he dosen't flinch. He crawls over to me on the couch, I gently wrap my arms around him, and he cuddles into my chest. Body shaking with sobbes, I hold him tight against me, and he pulls back. "Thank you," I chuckle. "What for?" He getures between us.

I lay back and pull him onto my chest, holding him tigtly as he falls into a deep slumber.

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