Jeff's P.O.V.
"Iris, I understand, you're uncomfortable, but please-" Iris smacked me, hard. "It huuuuuuuuuuurts! Get it outta me!" she whined. "Iris, I can't. You're at eight months, almost there. I wish I could help you... But I can't. So calm down some and just rest." Iris was throwing a full on tantrum. "No! It fucking hurts! There is a kid constantly kicking me and making me tired and I'm in pain! I want to be a mom, but this shit is painful!"
"Well, Iris, I'm sorry. But cool your shit and lay down, for fucks sake." She glared at me for a minute and walked over to the couch. She began to flip channels with the remote. I'm not sure if that calms her down or what, but whenever she gets angry at me while she's pregnant, she flips channels. I don't why, but it helps.
She eventually fell asleep on the couch, ad the TV was stuck on the cooking network. I just decided to my private room and box a little to pass time. After throwing a few punches, I began to get lost in thought as I continued my training. What would happen to me when I became a parent? I wanted to be one, but what would happen? I wasn't going to give up killing, but was I going to train them to follow in my footsteps? What about school? Were they going to have social lives?
"You know... I think you two will be good parents." I looked up to see BEN looking at me. "Oh what the hell do you want?" I snapped. I still was a bit unhappy about being stabbed in the back (literally) by him. "I came to visit. Is Iris doing well in her pregnancy?" I glanced up. "Yeah, she's doing fine. Just a bit moody. Now get the fuck out." I snapped. He stood quietly. "What the hell? I said get out! You're the one who snuck into MY house." He just stood still.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" I snapped. "I... I could be a better father for her child then you could ever be. I'm more gentle, my voice isn't loud, and I won't have a part of me telling myself to hurt them... Like some people." Now, he'd crossed the line. I grabbed my knife and walked towards him. "The fuck is wrong with you? Why do you come into my house, insult me, and try to steal my girlfriend?" BEN kept a brave face. "You can't scare me away from a girl I love." I picked him up and threw him down. He teleported out of my hands and on top of my head, repeatedly kicking me. I grasped my hand around his hair and threw him down, then put my shoe on top of his, ready to crush it like a melon.
"STOP!!!!!" The scream sounded from across the room. Iris was staring at the both of us, seeing that we had both beaten the shit out of each other. "You two are grown men. Knock this shit off."
She turned to BEN. "BEN, you've left me with no choice. Lately, I've been babying you, trying to be nice and be friends. I even forgave you when you stabbed Jeff. I don't know why, but I'm done with that shit now. You can't break into our house and expect me to be happy and forgiving. I can't baby you anymore. You need to grow the fuck up and get the fuck out. Now. I've already chosen Jeff. I'm pregnant with his baby, for Christ's sake! I want you to leave and never speak to me again. Ever." BEN took a deep breath and nodded. With a straight face, he walked out, not another word.
YOU ARE READING
The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)
RomanceIris Morerose is a girl living with her at home father, her little brother who has too big of an imagination to the point of where it worries Iris, and her working mother who works from seven to twelve every day. She has a hatred for her father, who...
