Indigo: The Saving Bailey Trilogy #2 Read Online Free PDF

like you— love you—and if it takes him to make you eat, then so be it. I’m not going to watch you starve yourself to death.”
    She backs up in the corner between the nightstand and the wall, a rattlesnake ready to strike. “It makes me sick when I eat. Honest .”
    “Why would food make you sick?”
    “Because I take too many Vicodin. I know I shouldn’t, but it takes away the pain.”
    “You’re still taking Vicodin? I thought you got weaned off those a while ago.”
    She shakes her head. “I can’t stop taking them. I need them.”
    “You have to stop, do you understand? You could be causing irreversible damage to your body. No wonder you won’t eat. No more, got it?”
    “But Spencer—”
    “NO! You have to stop.”
    “You don’t just stop cold turkey.”
    “You better, Bailey, or we won’t be together. I’m not going to lose another girlfriend, especially if it’s due to her own stupidity.”
    The expression on her face changes three times in a matter of seconds: rage, defeat, and then it settles on heartbreak. “You’ve been yelling at me all day!” she says, trying to hold back tears that have gathered in her blue, blue eyes.
    I hate her, right now. She is Lydia. I’m in her room, begging her to not give up in her battle against cancer. I see her eyes not as blue as Bailey’s, but lighter, her hair blonde not black. She’s arguing with me about whether she should be allowed to die and have her suffering end. I gave in because I didn’t love her enough to continue the argument. I still cannot forgive myself for ending the debate with saying, “It’s your body, you do what you want.” Well, she did what she wanted and it hurt everyone, especially me.
    “You will eat! And stop the drugs!” I yell even louder this time, grabbing Bailey’s arms.
    Her eyes flicker at me, then down at the grip I have on her and back up. “Okay.” I let go and she retracts back into the corner. “I want to go home.”
    How could I let my anger get to me like this? Never in a million years would I imagine I’d be so forceful with Bailey and that she’d be shuddering in a corner, terrified of me.
    “I’m sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. I’m sorry I keep yelling.”
    I put a hand out to her, and she looks at it like a dog sniffing a stranger’s palm, rejecting it. “Please,” I say, “I only said those things because I’m so scared I’ll lose you.” I scoop her up, even though she resists me. “I do love you, so much. I just want you to be happy and healthy.”
    “I want that for myself, too,” she whispers.
    “Can you forgive me for being so harsh?”
    “Always,” she says, kissing me.
    Sarah bursts through the door; just as Bailey’s lips leave my neck.
    “What are you crying about now? You’re going to ruin my carpet with your tears,” Sarah huffs, rolling her eyes emphatically.
    “Shut your trap,” I say.
    She and Bailey have a love-hate relationship; Sarah loves Bailey only when she’s hanging outside with her playing soccer, basketball, or running, and then hates her every other second of the day.
    “It’s okay, we were just leaving,” Bailey says.
    I narrow my eyes at Sarah. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
    Bailey follows me to my bedroom; at my heels like a puppy.
    “It’s kinda’ messy,” I say.
    She sits on my bed, keeping her feet off the floor.
    I rifle around in my dresser and find a large, black T-shirt for her to wear; I toss it and it lands on her head. She giggles a little, and then composes her face to a statuesque repose; her cheek bones jut out in a way that I have never seen on her before.
    I turn around so she can dress. Listening to her unzip her pants, kick them off, and pull my shirt over her head, I resist turning back around—but barely.
    “Okay, I’m dressed,” she says at last. “Will your mom let me sleep with you?”
    She kneels on my bed and bounces on her knees. The T-shirt that would cling to me could be a