The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 13- Finally Telling the Truth

Jeff's P.O.V.

Iris became very self conscious about the scar on her cheek. It honestly just looked like a gash, but it really upset her. No matter what I said, she still didn't listen to me. BEN told her she still looked great as well, but she didn't listen to him, either.

"Jeff... How do I look?" Iris asked one morning while I was making breakfast.

"Why do you ask?" I asked, not looking away.

"Because I was wondering if I looked good in this dress. I need to know, or Masky is taking it back." I turned around and nearly dropped my pan.

"Holy shit!" I said, staring at Iris. She was wearing a black dress that was long in back, but was very revealing in front. I saw all of her legs, and it looked great around her hips. She wasn't super thin, but who likes stick figures? Curves are hotter, I'm just saying, and Iris is a very curvy woman.

"You look great, Iris. I mean really... Really great!" I must've been staring.

"Uh... Please... Uh... Jeff... Stop it, you fucking pervert!" I looked back up. Her eyes showed that she was pissed off, meaning today would not be fun.

"Sorry, Iris... You just look amazing."

"Thanks, now stop staring at my legs."

"But you asked me to-"

"Shut up!"

I turned back to my cooking and began to plate everything. "Hope you like chocolate chip pancakes and bacon." I said serving her some.

"Thanks. It's okay... I guess." She loved my cooking, it was clear.

"Iris... Have you ever been in love?" I asked.

"Yeah... I have..." I felt my heart race a bit.

"Who...?" I asked. She looked away for a minute. "Who?!" I asked.

"You really want the answer?" she snapped.

"More than anything." I said, staring intently.

"Alright, then. Fine. It's my old friend, Zachary. There? Are you happy now?! Are you pleased!?"

I felt my heart break in two. I knew it was a bit much to hope for, but a part of me thought that she would that she loved me. I guess that was just too much to hope for.

"Iris..." I couldn't say it. I couldn't say what I wanted to tell her since we met.

"What, Jeff? What could you possibly want?" I looked away.

"Nothing..." It was raining outside. Smile sat on the couch next to me as I stared outside.

"Hey, Smile... How are you doing?" I laughed a bit. The dog rested his head on my lap and I sighed.

"Is her love too much to ask for?" I whispered to myself.

When Iris was finished, she washed her dish and walked to our room, where I slept on the floor and she slept on the bed. I was curious about what she was doing, so I went to check on her.

"Stay here, Smile. I'll be back." I stood up and walked to my room.

"Iris... You alright in there...?" I asked. No response. Maybe she was in my bathroom and her stomach was upset.

I opened the door to find Iris weeping in front of a mirror.

"I don't deserve Zach. He deserves a beautiful girl... One who doesn't have freaky silver-blonde hair and can control her anger. I lose my temper and scream all of the fucking time!" I listened to her. "And I'm ugly. I'm so ugly. My nose is crooked..." I loved her nose. "My eyes are such a plain shade..." Her eyes were the first thing I noticed about her. "I'm fat..." Fat and curvy aren't the same thing. "And this fucking scar..." That scar showed you went into a fight and won. Be proud of it.

I sat beside her and looked at her. I wanted to say so much, but I couldn't get anything out. "What do you want?! Can't you see you ruined my life? I could be with Zach right now, but no, I'm stuck here with you! If you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have fought with Skully, and this scar wouldn't even exist! And I wouldn't be so fucking ugly!"

I looked at her.

"Iris, you are beautiful! Say you're ugly one more time, I will fucking beat the shit out of you!" Okay, I could've phrased that much better.

"You're beautiful in my eyes! You always have been! And, if that Zachary dipshit would turn you down because of the gash on your cheek, then he doesn't deserve you! Fuck him! You are beautiful... At least... You are to me. In my eyes, you're the sexiest woman alive, because you helped me."

I took a deep breath. "I brought you here because I couldn't stand the thought of you falling in love with someone who wasn't me! I brought you here because I need you! I love your nose, eyes, curves, and that scar is hot!"

I sat quietly and looked away for a moment. I couldn't believe I'd just said all of that to her. I expected a slap or a look of horror that never came. She just sat there with a look of shock.

"I'm sorry Iris... Now you know why I brought you here..." I looked down. There weren't enough words to describe my embarrassment. Iris probably hated me even more, now. Maybe it was time to accept that she wouldn't love me and just love her from a distance. I became lost in thought and consumed by thinking.

It took me a few seconds to realize that something soft was pressed up against my lips. It took me seconds to figure out Iris was pressing her lips against mine. I was paralyzed for a minute or two, my face turning bright red. She pulled away slowly, but I pulled her back in and crashed my lips against hers. She began to nibble on my lower lip a bit, and I let her. She and stood there for a minute, just like that. Neither of us wanted to move or do anything else, so we just kissed each other. My arms wrapped their way around her.

When we finally stopped, I stared at her in amazement. "Iris... Why would you...?" I was so confused.

"No one... Has ever said that they needed me... In that way. It felt good to hear it. It made me happy." I stared at her.

"Iris, I think I can say it now, because it's consuming my thoughts. It's all I can think about... I love you." She just stared at me.

"... I... Is this... Do I... I think that... Maybe... Maybe... Possibly... Perhaps..."

She looked away, too prideful to say it upfront. "I love you, too." I knew that it was hurting her pride to say that, but I also knew that she was being genuine.

"That's what I've wanted to hear you say... Since you helped me out when we first met." She and I stared at each other.

"Nothing will hurt you, again, Iris. Not as long as I'm here." I said, hugging her.

"Jeff, I'm not weak. I can protect myself. Don't worry about that sort of thing." I kissed her once more, softly and briefly. "I know. But I love you, it's my job to worry... And I will love you as long as time itself."