The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 40- Jealous Iris

Jeff's P.O.V.

Iris was mopping up the last of the blood while I hammered in the last few nails. I smiled and quickly slapped her ass as she bent down. Turning her head, she looked angry for a minute before laughing a bit. "Jeff... You're a dirty, dirty boy." I shrugged. "That I am, Iris. That I am."

Suddenly, she looked disgusted. Freezing in her place, she dropped the mop and turned to her left. She threw up. I grabbed her arm. "Iris!" She wiped the vomit off of her mouth. "I... I'm fine. I'll clean it up while I mop up the blood." I gave her a quick glance. "You look kinda pale... Paler than usual." Iris glared. "I'm fine! The smell of blood just got to me! Now shut up and keep fixing the fucking chair!"

My gaze didn't leave hers. "Jeff... The smell of blood just got to me, I guess. It's okay." That was a lie, I knew it. For one, she had been doused in blood before and didn't even flinch. If blood really affected her, she would've puked then, as well. And, she had been cleaning up blood for the past week. She should've thrown up then.

Iris went back to mopping. Was she okay? Maybe she was in an uncomfortable amount of pain. If she was, why wouldn't she tell me? I was her husband!

After I finished the chair, I set it upright and sat on it, making sure it could handle weight. It stayed, so I put it back where it once went.

Iris seemed to be efficiently cleaning, but I was still worried. If she was in pain, I wanted to help her. Immortal or not, pain is still pain. It's an awful feeling, and if Iris was in pain, I wanted to know.

An idea came to my head. Maybe I could get an old friend of mine to check on her. Sure, Slender Man understood medicine pretty well, but Dr. Smiley knew it a lot better. I'd just make sure he helped her instead of "helping" her.

Quickly, I called him. "Hey, Smiley. My wife isn't looking to good. Can you come here and take a look?" I asked. "Yes, Jeffrey. I will be there tomorrow." I nodded and hung up. Iris was standing across the room. "And who was that?" she asked. "Er... No one." Iris was too prideful, sometimes. No way in hell was she going to let me have someone check on her. She'd call him back and tell him to suck a dick. This was who she was. "Was it... A girl?" she asked, horror in her eyes. "No! Iris, I'm not a cheater. I'm a killer, a sadist, and occasionally a thief, but I am faithful to you."

Iris's P.O.V.

Angrily, I pushed past Jeff and picked up the phone. I went to recent calls and hit the most recent one. I waited a second for it to ring. "Hiya!" laughed a female voice from the other side. "Who is this?" I snapped. "Nurse Giggles!" Tears began yo drip from eyes. "D-d-do you know Jeff?" I cried. "Yeah! I'll be going to his house tomorrow." That was it. "He's my husband!" I screamed. "Oh, hi... Iris is it? Jeff has come over here before. He sure talked about you a lot when I helped him out." What did she mean by "help him out?"

I hung the phone up. Crying, I shoved past Jeff. Cheating bastard! I ran into our room and locked the door. Cheater! I'd given up my freedom for him, and he did this.

"Iris, can we talk? I need to explain." Jeff sighed from the other side of the door. "About what? Your little affair with that Nurse Giggles whore? I already know. She 'helps you out' a lot, huh? How dare you bum-fuck my emotions like this?! You actually made me feel something... And then you fucked me up!" There was a small laugh from the other side of the door. "ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME, YOU SICK FUCK?!?! HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT MY TEARS?!?!" The laughing became louder. "Iris... I... Hahaha! You think Nurse Giggles and I... HAHAHAHA!!!" His laughing continued. "Nurse Giggles is Doctor Smiley's wife and assistant. They were at our wedding. She was the one with the light pink hair and deep black eyes. She's married to the man with black hair and red, cat like eyes. She's a very loyal wife. When she said that she helped me, she means they both did. If I ever hurt myself out on a kill, they patched me up."

I began to wipe up my tears. "How do I know you aren't lying?" I asked bitterly. "Their wedding picture is in our house, Iris. You pass by it on a daily basis. I was a groomsman." I stood up. "Slide the picture under the doorway." I hissed. "Okay." Under the doorway came a picture. Sure enough, it was exactly what he said. I stared at it for a minute. "But... Why did you call them?" I asked. "I was worried about your health, so I called them to come here tomorrow and take a look at you." I stood. He... Wasn't lying. I was just a jealous bitch... I could live with that.

I opened the door. Jeff was standing their with a condescending look of victory on his face. "I don't cheat." Glaring, I smacked his arm, then kissed his cheek. "Good. I don't think I could live happily in my immortality without you."