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TWELVE

INDI

Haze snored, completely exhausted from everything we had done. We had fucked each other senselessly for hours, unable to fully satisfy the sick craving between us. And as much as I wanted more, I knew what I had to do.

I turned to look at him, sleeping so soundly and peacefully next to me. Kush was passed out at our feet. He had thankfully slept most of the day before while we fucked. I stroked his head as he purred, rolling in his sleep.

Sweet little man.

I quietly slithered from Haze’s bed and grabbed one of his t-shirts. My legs ached as I moved and put it on, my wrists and legs sore from the ropes, but I needed to be quick. Thankfully, he was passed out.

I crept quietly to his door and cracked it open. It was louder than I expected, creaking as I froze in fear. Haze groaned, rolling around in the bed. I exhaled as he settled and carefully pushed through.

The TV was still playing, stuck on an endless loop of news coverage focused on Carter’s death. The living room was a fucking mess, remnants of brownies all over the floor with the cut ropes Haze had used to tie me up. Mary-Jane was passed out, her blood staining her neck and clothes. I slowly bent down and shook her. “Mary-Jane?” I whispered. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to wake up. “Hey?—”

She immediately began to squirm and make noises.

“No! No! No!” I covered her mouth. “Shhhh. Please!” She stopped moving and watched me. I mouthed the words “be quiet” and gently removed my hands from her duct taped mouth. “It’s okay,” I whispered. I helped her sit up, carefully propping her body against the wall. She quietly sobbed. “Shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you out of here. I just need to find something to cut your hands free.”

I searched for the knife Haze had used. It was on the floor across the room, near the chair he had me tied up to. Haze’s snores stopped, and we both froze, listening. I pressed my finger to my lips and stared at Mary-Jane. Her eyes watered as we listened, my own burning with fear. I quietly backed away from Mary-Jane and peaked around the corner, trying to remain unseen. Haze walked from his room right past me and into the hall. He stretched his arms, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, groaning before he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. I pulled back and exhaled with relief.

Mary-Jane watched as I nodded and eyed the knife.

Okay, just stay quiet.

I slowly crawled towards the living room on my hands and knees, trying to remain quiet. I reached my arm out and snatched the knife.

Yes!

The toilet flushed, and the bathroom door swung open. My heart sank as Haze walked out into the hallway. I remained as still as I could be, desperately hoping he didn’t see me, shaking with fear. Thankfully, he walked back into his room, completely unaware of me.

“Fuck,” I silently exhaled.

Mary-Jane motioned with her taped hands, telling me to hurry. I crawled back towards her with the knife tightly in my grasp. She held her arms out as I carefully wedged the blade between her hands and started cutting the duct tape. It was wrapped so tight, layer upon layer, making it hard to cut. Panic and anxiety began to settle into my core as I struggled. I had cut through a few layers, making some progress, when I heard movement behind me. I looked up at Mary-Jane and saw her eyes bulging, looking past me.

Shit.

I slowly turned, placing the knife between Mary-Jane’s hands, and looked up at Haze. He was standing inches away with his arms crossed. “What’re you doing, Indi?”

I slowly rose to my feet. “I can’t let you kill her, Haze.”

He looked past me at Mary-Jane before returning his focus to me. “And why is that?” he asked, cocking his head. “I thought you didn’t care for her? I thought we agreed to kill her?”

“I don’t,” I snapped. “And I never agreed to kill her. But no matter what is going on between us, this —” I pointed back to her. “This is wrong. You can’t just kidnap someone, tie them up and think people won’t notice! You need to let her go.”

Haze shook his head. “If I let her go, she’s going to tell everyone about us. The world won’t understand. They’ll try to keep us apart!” He rushed me, grabbing my face as he spoke. “She knows too much, Indi. If we let her go, she’ll tell them everything, and then they’ll come after me. I’ll be taken away. Away from you.” Tears began to form in his eyes. “I can’t live without you. I can’t! I’ve suffered long enough, and now that we can be together, you want to throw it all away? For her? No. I won’t let her ruin this. Without you, I am nothing. And I’d rather die than be kept away from you. I need you, Indigo.”

“Haze,” I cried. “If we don’t let her go—if I let you kill her—that darkness will fester inside. It’ll eat away at me. I-I will suffer, knowing her death was my fault. It doesn’t matter how much you love me, Haze, because I will always remember what we did. I have spent years trying to bury this dark secret between us. Years of lying to myself and trying to forget. It was fucking agony! I don’t want to feel that again. I don’t want to suffer anymore! I know you’re scared. I am too. But if I let you kill her, a piece of me would die every day until there's nothing left.” A tear fell down his face. “And when there’s nothing left of me to love, when I’m a shell of who I once was, is it really worth killing her?”

He pressed his forehead into mine. “No.” His tears hit my face as we stood there.

We weren’t just bound by our blood or this sick obsession between us. No. We were bound by our shared darkness. And until the world was ready to accept us, we were destined to fail.

Haze kissed my forehead. “I can’t lose you, Indi.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “But I can’t risk letting her go. I love you too much.” My heart sank. “I’m sorry, little sis.”

He gently backed away and tried to walk around me to Mary-Jane. She began to scream and panic as he neared her, knowing she was about to die.

Think, Indi. My heart raced with anxiety. Think!

“Wait!”

Haze groaned and looked back at me over his shoulder. “What?”

I swallowed hard. “Before you kill her, I want us to be the last thing she sees.” Haze raised a brown. “I want her to watch. To see and listen to us one last time, knowing we were the ones who killed her. Not just to protect ourselves or our secret, but for our love. For us.”

Haze turned back towards, grinning. “Alright then.” Haze walked past me and sat on the couch. I stared at Mary-Jane, a tear falling down my face as I forced myself to look away. Haze patted his lap. I carefully straddled him, the warmth of his body soothing mine as we kissed. For a moment, I forgot everything else in the world and focused only on him. My body yearned for his touch, grinding against him as he groaned and moved with me. We kissed passionately, our tongues sliding alongside one another as things quickly escalated. His mouth pulled from mine and traveled down my neck as he squeezed my breast.

My head fell back with a gasp and I caught a glimpse of Mary-Jane. “Wait.” I stopped him. “Wait.” Haze furrowed his brows as I smiled and crawled from his lap and landed on my knees, positioning between his legs.

His jaw clenched as he released a low growl. “Indi,” he purred.

I pulled my hair back. “Let me show her just how much I love you.” My fingers grabbed the waistband of his sweats, dragging them down past his knees and to his ankles. His dick stood straight up, the tip glistening with excitement, begging for me. My eyes moved to the brownies on the coffee table. “Perfect,” I whispered.

Haze watched, completely entranced, as I picked a brownie piece up and smashed it against his shaft. He bit down on his lower lip as I began to stroke him, lathering his hard, girthy dick in his special dessert. “Stop teasing me,” he groaned.

I leaned in close, licking the chocolate covered tip nice and slow. “You’re mine, Haze. And I’m going to do whatever I fucking want with you.” Beads of excitement rolled from the tip as I licked it clean, listening to him moan.

My hands gripped his thighs as I dug my nails into his flesh and opened my mouth wide. I looked straight up at him as he watched me cover his dick with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

My tongue slid along his shaft, tasting the brownie as I began to suck him. He thrusted lightly into me, fucking my face with direct eye contact.

That’s right. Keep those eyes on me.

I bobbed my head and moved faster, increasing my pressure until his tip was nearly slamming into the back of my throat. Hot precum dripped down my esophagus, and he nearly lost control. His hands curled into my hair as he took hold of me and fucked the shit out of my mouth.

“God, you take me so fucking well,” he moaned as I gagged. “Oh, fuck, Indi!” We moaned together for a bit until he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck!” He busted inside my mouth, his dick flexing and flinching as he spewed down the back of my mouth. I had to swallow a few times, trying not to choke. He cried out, his eyes rolling back and panting as he continued to come. He took his time emptying himself before he slowed down and eventually let go of my head. “Oh my god,” he breathed. I pulled back, licking him one last time before stepping away. His eyes fluttered open as I stood before him. He smiled and grabbed my hand, but I didn’t smile back. Instead, I cried. “Indi?”

I quickly stepped aside as Mary-Jane stabbed Haze in his thigh. He screamed, and I slammed the large glass bong into his head and it shattered completely. He cried out in agony, bleeding from his thigh and skull. Mary-Jane ripped the duct tape from her mouth and grabbed my hand. Together, we rushed towards the apartment door.

“Indi!” Haze shouted after me. “Indi, wait! You can’t leave me!” My heart broke as Mary-Jane twisted the doorknob. “Indi!”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Mary-Jane tugged my arm. “Indi,” she choked out my name. “We have to leave. We have to go!”

Haze looked straight at me, struggling to stand as he ripped the knife from his thigh. Tears burned my eyes as I watched him. I could see his heart breaking. “I’m sorry,” I cried. “Kush!” I screamed. “Kush!” The cat ran to me, completely ignoring Haze. I scooped him up and held him close.

“Indi,” he sobbed, falling to the floor, blood soaking his sweats. “Indi, please! You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me!” I closed my eyes and turned back to Mary-Jane.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

And just like that, I walked away from my twin brother.

“Indigo!”