Dear Iris [h.s]

chapter thirty one.

Iris Grace

I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to come home. I wanted to speak to my mum, we've not talked in forever, but Thomas and George came barging into the kitchen whilst we were mid conversation so my mum got up and left. I don't blame her, but now I'm left doing the dishes as they carry on their conversation.

I came home for supper, I didn't have anything at the studio and the stalls were shut. My family already had their food though, so I just heated up some soup and yet I'm the one doing everyone's dishes, whilst George and Thomas sit there doing fuck all.

They were talking about Florida. Apparently they suggested expanding business over there and my dad was impressed with their idea. It's not really revolutionary, I mean Thomas probably looked for someone he'd like to live one day and convinced George business there would be great. Somehow my dad and James think they've saved the company.

"Iris, you could have a nice, big house in Florida if you gave George a chance." Thomas said, partially joking, partially not.

"Well, I don't want to go to Florida." I said, not even turning round to face them. The quicker I finish the quicker I can leave and get out of the presence of these men with one brain cell between them both. "Not my idea of fun."

I could feel the looks shared between them even with my back turned. The two of them are the most judgemental people on the planet along it's their fathers, and for no good reason. I don't understand how they have the confidence to judge people when they've got to be some of the worst people on the planet.

"What is your idea of fun then Iris?" George asked.

"Painting." I bluntly answered, refusing to make eye contact or conversation with them, because it'll just come back to bite me.

"Wholesome compared to your brothers," George chuckled, "Thomas what's your idea of fun? Fucking random-"

"I am not talking about my sex life in front of Iris." Thomas cut him off, despite the fact I already knew that was what Thomas does for fun. He thinks it makes him look good, having sex with different women, but it doesn't. "Iris probably doesn't even know what sex is." Thomas chuckled, and I turned round to look at him in disgust.

"I do actually." I said, stubbornly crossing my arms. "Not that the sex life of your younger sister, fully grown adult sister may I add, should concern you."

I dropped the dishcloth I was holding on the counter, and walked off. It's kind of disgusting to think they're concerned with what my sex life looks like, I mean Thomas is my fucking brother. I just walked straight out to the other room, I decided to just grab my shit and set off again because being in their company is severely intolerable.

I didn't take a jacket, I didn't need one so I just threw my cardigan back on, grabbed my bag and went to leave. However someone grabbed my wrist preventing me from getting anywhere. It shocked me, made me jump, however I turned round to see Thomas gripping my wrist with an angry look on his face.

"You're hurting me." I said quietly, choosing to be nice and be quiet rather than yell and hope my mother comes downstairs, not that anybody would help.

"Iris I swear to god if you've gone and fucked Harry I will have lost every ounce of respect I ever had for you." He seethed, a whisper that felt like a shout.

"I haven't." I lied, looking at him like he was being delusional to think that. "It's honest;y so strange that you care so much about shit like that Thomas. It's so fucking odd."

"Get the fuck out." He dropped my wrist with more of a shove.

"Gladly." I mumbled under my breath, and as I opened the door and stepped out, I had barely even fully reached the point of standing outside when Thomas slammed the door shut on my back. It's not that I really cared about that, because I didn't really want to be in the same house as him, it's more the fact I'm so unwelcome in the house I grew up in that hurts.