Bound To You

Chapter 28

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"Indie, you have to believe that I never meant to hurt any of you." Dave said desperately. I shook my head, avoiding his pleading eyes.

"Do you understand the mark you left on us? On all of us?" I asked, looking ahead of me at the night sky, not daring to look towards him. "Did you know that I was bullied when I was in high school? Did you know that I hated my life? And all I really needed was just someone to talk to. A father that I could come home to and perhaps leak all my frustration onto. To confide in. And in return, he could comfort me. He could even tell me that he'd break the teeth of anyone who hurt me. But I never had that." I said with a hurt voice, not even caring to cover it up.

I was just done.

"And it hurt. It hurt so God. Damn. Much." I said through clenched teeth, my eyes watering. "I tried everyday to just forget about it. To forget that you left us. I reminded myself that it happens to other families. Not just ours. There are others that are hurting over the fact that their father left them. They're hurting over the fact that they never had some sort of security over them. They could never be daddy's little girl, or daddy's big boy." My throat clogged up as a tear rolled agonizingly slow down my cheek. "And I never had the chance to tell you how I really felt. You don't understand how hard it was for me to admit that I missed you. I hated you, but I missed you. You're my father. Nothing can ever take that away."

I looked down at my fumbling hands, feeling more tears jumble at the corner of my eye by the second.

"Indie..." Dave said quietly, his voice full of shame, regret and guilt.

"Did you know that Jayden died?" I asked softly, trying my hardest to stop a sob from ripping through my throat.

I turned to see his reaction.

His eyes were wide with shock; emotions flittering across his features in a blur. All were akin to regret. To shame, to guilt, to sadness, to anger. Self anger? Probably. Who knows?

But at least he felt something.

"And no one was there for me." I shrugged, sniffing. I gave a humorless chuckle. "I was literally all alone. By myself. Eddie moved to New York. Leon went to college. Mom was basically working all day, everyday."

I shook my head, sighing as I wiped the tears.

"But that's in the past." I said, giving a one shoulder shrug. "Not much you can change."

"Indie, I didn't know he died." Dave said desperately. "If I had known, I would have come to see you. You, your brother and your mother were the only thing on my mind when I left." I shook my head, feeling my fists clench.

"I can't do this." I muttered as I stood abruptly.

"You're leaving?" Dave asked, an incredulous look on his face.

I gave a small, angry smile. My, how the tables have turned.

"Doesn't feel great, does it?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to meet his eyes. He looked shocked to say the least, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me. "Goodbye Dave." I said, making my way toward Colton, who was leaning against his car, a thoughtful look on his face.

I looked down at my moving feet, feeling my chest constrict tightly.

I hated the tension between my father and I. I absolutely loathed it. But, there's not much I can do to change what has happened. What's done is done. It's going to take a lot more than apologizing from him for me to forgive him completely. To be honest, I don't think I can ever forgive him completely.

I looked up as I neared Colton, his attention now on me. I gave him a weak smile, fatigue finally washing over me like a tidal wave.

"Hey." I said softly, leaning into him as he gave me a hug. I breathed in his scent; the smell of musky woods and mens cologne all rolled into one.

"You ok?" He asked quietly, looking down at me with kind eyes. I nodded, closing my eyes as I laid my head onto his chest.

"I'm just tired." I muttered lazily, feeling myself getting even more tired as time ticked by.

"Go to sleep then." He said softly, opening the back door and ushering me in. I fell back softly against the leather seats.

"Where are you going?" I murmured as I heard him open another door.

"No where." He said softly, closing the windows, which were thankfully tinted. He lay next to me, covering the blanket he most likely retrieved from the boot over us. He pulled my head up the slightest bit, slipping his arm under my head as a make-shift pillow, and hugged me to his chest.

I think it's safe to say I fell asleep faster than an old lady drunk off her ass.

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I felt rumbling underneath me. A hell lot of rumbling.

I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes still closed as I tried to savor any few minutes of sleep I could get.

Before I could analyze anything, I felt my body jolt forwards. I fell to the floor of what I think was Colton's car, which was then followed by a string of colorful words.

"Shit." Someone hissed. I groaned in pain as my arm laid stuck behind my back. "Sorry Indie."

Yep. Definitely Colton. I'd know that sexy voice anywhere.

"What are you, driving in a monster truck rally?" I muttered, frowning as I sat up and rubbed my head.

"Seems like it." He said, looking down at me from the drivers seat. He pressed on the break, which caused me to bump into the bottom of the seat.

"Goddamn-it Colton!" I yelled, rubbing my now aching head, back, arm and side.

"I'm sorry!" He called, reaching a hand to me. I licked his hand, glaring at it as he retracted it. He grimaced at his slobbered hand.

I muttered my own string of colorful words as I stood from the back of the car, making my way to the front seat. On my way there, I may or may not have kicked Colton in the head.

"Ow. Was the licking of the hand not enough?" He asked, humor in his eyes yet his voice was serious.

I poked my tongue out at him childishly, pointing ahead of me with my head at the quite large traffic.

"What's up with this?" I asked.

"This." He said, gesturing to the many cars in front of us, the first one being Derek's which I presume was fixed. "Is peek hour." He finished with a sigh, rolling down the window on his side.

I rolled down my own, feeling a little too warm.

"This weather is as bi-polar as you are." Colton said, turning to send me a smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Ha. Ha." I said dryly. "You're so funny. Ever thought of being a stand up comedian?" I asked sarcastically.

"Actually, I have." Colton said, a mock-thoughtful expression on his face. I rolled my eyes, looking down at the bag of pretzels and few water bottles Colton had at the front.

I picked a handful of pretzels, munching on them mindlessly as I stared out the window. The sun was glowing brightly, the blue sky behind it contrasting with it perfectly.

"I'm going to take a random guess and say that things didn't end well with you and your dad last night." Colton commented, his eyes still focused on the growing traffic.

I sighed, taking my jumper off and throwing it aimlessly behind me in the back seat. "Not exactly." I said as I tied my hair up into a messy bun. "It wasn't as useless of a conversation as our previous ones. I think I got some sense into him." I turned to face Colton as we stopped yet again.

He faced me, his eyes slowly making their way to his mark. The corner of his mouth tilted slightly in satisfaction.

He looked back up at my eyes, his face now more serious.

"Did you give him a chance to talk?" He asked. I stayed silent, which may have given Colton his answer. "Indie, this thing between you guys; it needs to be fixed. Are you forgetting that we're now 'joining forces'?" He asked.

I groaned in frustration. "What else am I supposed to do, Colton? I can't just forgive him like that. That idiot needs to understand that what he did left a hell lot of damage behind." I argued.

"How many times does he have to say he's sorry until he's forgiven?" Colton asked, his voice calm unlike my own.

"I'm never going to forgive him completely. But to make things normal between us again? He has to prove to me that he's not just trying to get rid of his guilty conscience. That he actually cares about my mom; about my brother, about me. He needs to prove to me that he is truly sorry for what he did. It was a dick move that no body should find the heart to forgive completely." I ranted, my heart beating faster as each word slipped my mouth.

Colton stayed silent, taking in my words.

"And now, he found someone else." I said, spitting the words out harshly. "Now that he doesn't have a hell lot of money, Veronica bounced off to find her next sugar daddy." I shook my head. "And he's moved onto the next idiot that wants to date him."

"Ok then." Colton said finally, nodding. He looked almost uncomfortable to be talking about a gold-digging tranny.

I let out a chuckle, surprising Colton. "Your face is hilarious." I said, surprised myself that I was laughing in such a serious matter.

Colton cracked a smile as he watched me laugh. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the loud ringing of a phone.

He furrowed his eyebrows, taking his out, and finding it blank. He looked at me, gesturing for me to check mine.

I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, and found that it was my mom calling me.

I had been so wrapped up in everything that's been happening, I almost forgot to contact Leon and my mom.

"Indigo." My mother's contradicting strict yet soft voice said through the receiver. I grinned, not realizing just how much I had missed hearing her voice.

"Madre!" I said happily, almost hearing a smile erupt on her face. She let out a motherly laugh.

"How are you honey? You haven't been calling me, and I got a little worried, so I thought I'd just call and see how you were going. Are you still at your friends' holiday house? I hear cars. Where are you? Have you had enough to eat? I've been watching the news a lot lately and they had this segment where-" I had to cover my mouth at my mother's verbal diarrhea in order for me to stop myself from laughing. I touched the loud speaker button, and let out a little chuckle.

"Mom." I said, grinning as I tried to get her attention.

"-and I just think it's absolutely terrible what they're doing to-"

"Mom." I said again, a bit more forcibly. Colton was in his seat, looking out of the window and covering up a laugh.

"-and Maria said her daughter had finally given birth and it was-"

"Mom." I sang. Colton was literally choking on his own saliva now.

"-and the construction workers have been going at it non-stop-"

"Mom!" I shouted.

"Yes dear?" She asked. I huffed out a breath of air, shaking my head.

"Self control." I said to her.

"Oh, don't tell me I was babbling on again. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. It's a little weird. Almost as weird as this show I've been watching. It's called Blood that is True or something like that. There's a lot of sexual activity on it. I hope you use protection Indie. There's God-knows-what diseases going around and I'd hate for you to catch one-"

For the love of God.

"Mom! Stop talking!" I said, my cheeks tinting the slightest shade of pink.

"Oh, I'm at it again." She said, letting out a small laugh. Colton's face turned red as he held in his laugh. He opened the door quickly, moving a few meters away before letting out a loud laugh. I shook my head, chuckling. "Is there something funny?" Mom asked.

"My friend thinks you talking a lot is funny." I explained.

"It's not funny. It's natural. It's a natural thing that many people don't have self control over and it's quite hard to stop. It's all part of mother natures cycle-"

"Ok mom." I said, shaking my head at her behavior. "What's up?" There has to be reason why she keeps rattling on, almost nervously.

She knows something.

I heard a sigh, before she cleared her throat. "Indie, your father..." She trailed off. "He called me." I glared at the dashboard in front of me, hardly noticing Colton get back in the car.

"What?" I said through clenched teeth.

"He said he really wants to talk to you and Leon together. As a family." She said, her voice hesitant.

"When did he call?" I asked, my own blood boiling.

How low did that bastard scoop? Asking my mother, who can be a slight push-over at times, to see me and Leon?

"Last night." She said. I clenched my jaw, closing my fist tightly.

"Hey mom?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer. "I have to go now. I'll call you back."

"Wait, Indie." Mom said.

"No mom. I'm not doing it and neither is Leon." I said. "I have to go. Bye." I closed the line before she could say anything else, knowing that in any other circumstance, I would have never closed the phone on my mom like that.

But this is different.

I opened the car door angrily, shoving my phone in my pocket and closing the door harshly. I ignored Colton's curious looks as he followed after me.

The traffic didn't look like it was moving anytime soon, so I think it was safe to have a few words with father dearest.

I marched up to his window angrily, knocking harshly. He looked at who was knocking, and almost dread covered his features.

Oh, he hasn't seen anything yet.

"How fucking dare you." I said in a low voice.

"Indie, I-"

"No, shut up." I snapped. "You have lost whatever little ounce of respect I had for you."

Surprisingly, he stayed quiet.

"You're so infuriating!" I yelled. "You'd think that from the conversation we had last night, that I would have no interest in talking to you ever again! But no." I said, shaking my head angrily. "You'd scoop as low as calling my mom and telling her you wanted to talk to Leon and I. You knew very well that she'd listen to you." I narrowed my eyes angrily at him. "You knew that she still loves you. And you used that to your advantage you sick bastard."

Colton walked carefully up to me, holding onto my arm softly.

"Indie." He said softly. I shook my head.

"Are you that fucking desperate? To get rid of all the guilt that's inside you? I say leave it. Let it eat at you for the rest of your miserable life." I spat. "You know, I was close to forgiving you the slightest bit. I was so close to saying, 'hey, he feels bad. He wants to make amends. You should give him a chance Indie.' But oh, did you prove my dumb-ass wrong." I felt angry tears at the corner of my eyes, but ignored them. "Well done Dave." I said, clapping. "Well done for ruining your family. Kudos to you." I shook my head once more, my incredulity on what he did taking over me. "We hate you." I said. "Leon and I? We hate your guts. You've lost your children. You've lost the only person that cared about you, and you've lost any type of real love you will ever feel in that pathetic life you live." I let Colton grab hold of my arm again as he slowly tried to get me away from Dave.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"Congratulations dad." I said, my voice cracking.

He opened his mouth, unable to let any noise come out. I shook my head, finally allowing Colton to drag me away back to the car.

Goodbye it is then.

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Tra la la la la, la la la la. What did you guys think? A hell lot of tension, I know. You guys deserved a well thought out (in my opinion) and long chapter, so here it is :) Thank you to all those who waited patiently with me. I know it's a pain when authors don't publish when you would like to, but you gotta remember there are other things, and that dreaded writer's block is quite the bitch.



Anyway, that's all from me. I STILL DON'T KNOW ANY ACTRESSES TO PLAY INDIE. It's really hard to find the perfect one.

P.S, to those who are reading I Hate That I Love You, the next chapter will be up either today, tomorrow or the day after that. :)

Stay awesome guys!! -Sabrinaa



*EDIT* So, I accidentally wrote Vanessa instead of Veronica. I apologize :S