Chapter 5- A Painful Thanks

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Iris's P.O.V.

Now that I was his captive or something, I had to live with him. "You're pretty, Iris." he said shyly.

"You're a dipshit." I responded.

"Well, someone's moody." he said.

"No, I'm just not appreciating being kidnapped and taken against my will." I snapped. He went silent.

"You're still pretty."

We walked down the long, empty, and destroyed road. "This is stupid! Why is this taking so long?" I asked.

"It's not much longer from here." he said. We walked until my foot was caught in a small crack.

"Shit!" I bellowed. I tried pulling out on my own.

"Here, let me help-" I shot him a deadly glare. "Don't you dare touch me." I hissed.

"Alright! I won't help you." he sighed. I began to yank on my foot until I finally got it out. When I tried to walk, I fell to the floor. Shit, I hurt my ankle.

"I would've helped you, but you said to not help you. I could've gotten you out of the hole without twisting your ankle." he said in a condesending voice.  I went silent, realizing he was right.

This sucked! I fell whenever I tried to walk and I didn't want to just sit here and wait for myself to die.

"Hey... Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm just peachy." I said sarcastically.

"Here, I know you don't like me but, do I have permission to carry you?" he asked.

"Are you fucking high?!" I exclaimed. I realized that I probably didn't have any other choice.

"... Fine." I said. He smiled and lifted me up, bridal-style. I felt his hand getting closer and closer to my ass.

"If your hand touches me down there, I will beat you so hard, you won't be able to have children." I growled.

"Alright, allright." he said, sliding his hand away. 

We walked until we got to his house, where he put me down and gave me his shoulder to lean on. He guided me inside, where everything was incredibly messy and smelled awful, like B.O. I laid on the couch and he sat on the chair next to it.

"Hey... Thanks." I said, not happy that I had to thank him.

"Why say that?" I looked at him.

"Well, you did help me back there by carrying me. So... Thanks."

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