Disguised-Part Three

(Indigo Cortez's pov.)

Belle chose an italian buffett that was a guick walk from the play ground we met at. Georgia sits the two year old twins in booster seats, with Aster's help she gets there food and drink. I go next with Belle to get ours, Belle gets Georgia's so she can feed the twins, and I get Aster's because he is to distracted with the twins.

"Thank you," Georgia says and takes a long sip from the Dr. Pepper Belle got her. I hand Aster his food,"thank you." He says and makes a funny face at the twins, making them go red with laughter. "Let them eat then we can go back to the park and play." Belle says to him, nodding at his food. "Yes, ma'am." She rolls her eyes.

Aster had ink black hair that looked blue in the sunlight, light grey eyes, a pale complection, freckles, and a slightly crooked nose. He lived alone in his tiny apartment his parents paid for while he attended highschool, he had no siblings, and no pets. His parents shipped him off to every bording school and summer camp farther away than 300 miles. Trying to cure him, Aster was bisexual.

"How is work?" Aster asks Georgia,dragging us all away from our food and own thoughts. "It is fine. I might have to pull a few more shifts but that is fine." She says, smiling confidenty. "Greg, how is everything with you?" She changes the suject. "Fine, I sent my early admission letters." We all clap and whoop happily for him, he blushes but smiles apperciatively. "Indigo?" Greg asks, I smile. "Nothing at all. I have a job in the library and at the pizzareia. Belle?" She practically jumps out of her seat with excitement to tell us her news.

"The cute girl at the coffee shop asked me out." I smile,"when?" She beams," tommorrow night. Can you two watch the twins for me?" I nod,"I will have to check but probably."

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Aster sits next to me, with the sleeping twins in his lap. The movie theater is dark and my the burns are hurting again. The bruises on my abdomen and side sore with pain, the cuts a dull ache. I clench my hands and bite my tongue to hold back tears. The pain is becoming overwhelming, "I have to go to the bathroom. I will be back." I walk out, let my eyes register the light, and walk down the hall to the bathroom.

I lock the door behind me, take my hoodie, and then my shirt off. The burns are bleeding, the bruises beginning to painfully heal, and the cuts have reopened. I wet a napkin, the brown kind they use in public restrooms, wet it and wash the cuts gently. I then wash the burns and close my eyes at th unbearable pain. I pull the napkin back, it is covered in blood and has little peices of charred skin sticking to it. I throw it away quickly. I pull out the bottle of pain pills I always carry with me and down one.

I pull my clothes back on, walk out of the bathroom, and back to my seat. "Are you okay?" Aster asks quietly, a hint of concern in his voice. "I am fine," I answer putting everything in my voice. I can tell by the worry stricken look on his face that he dosen't believe me but he drops the subject. I sigh relieved and turn back to the movie.

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