Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 7- Different Moms

Iris's P.O.V.

I was standing there, waiting for the girls to get out. Today was the first day I would be picking the girls up. Jeff said it would be good for me to get out, and told me to pick the girls up.

A few other moms were there, giving me dirty looks. I was confused. We didn't seem too different in age. "What?" I asked. I wasn't going to sit there with these two bitches giving me dirty looks.

"Nothing, you just don't exactly look like a mom. Leather jacket, boots, jeans... That doesn't seem odd at all?" Alright, she was pissing me off.

"Okay? I'm still a mom. What's your fucking point?" I snapped. I looked at how she dressed. Christian mom, clearly. Hair in a bun, conservative dress, high heels.

"My lord! Do you speak around your kids like that?"  I nodded. "Yeah? Problem?" I asked. "Well, yes. I think you should act more like a mother and less like a teenager. What kind of influence do you cast on your children?

Annoyed, I turned around. I should just ignore the bitch. Maybe she'd go away and stop glaring at me.

"Who's your kid?" she asked. "It's none of your fuckin' business." I hissed. She glared. "Alright, I was just wondering." The area was silent for a minute. "My girls are Jazz and Opal." I don't know why I told her that. What was even the point? All she was was a spiteful bitch.

"Oh, that makes sense." she snarled. "Troubled mothers often have the worst children." Okay, she crossed the line.

"What do you mean, 'troubled children?' My girls are perfect." I hissed. "They always cause trouble. The Opal girl wants everyone's attention all the time. And my Bianca says she caught that Jazz killing birds at the back of the playground. Bad children. I have told them to stay away from my Bianca." Jazz was killing birds? No, it had to be this bitch lying.

I turned around and spit on her. "Don't go talking about my girls like that. Ever. Just cause you can't have badass little children doesn't mean you can be a bitch about it! Insult my girls one more time, I'll make sure you go home with two black eyes!" I threatened. She gasped at the spit and turned away from me.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are no mothers proper nowadays? Your future non-virgin and serial killer will not be anyone's fault except for your own. I can't imagine the father. Alcoholic, I bet. Clearly, you partake in recreational drugs."

I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. I looked at her, smiled as I blew out the smoke, and raised my middle finger just as a bell went off and a bunch of small children rushed out.

"Fuck. You." I watched as Jazz was dragging Opal away from a group of friends. "Hey, girls. Let's get home. Daddy's making dinner, soup."

I turned and flipped off the other mom one last time before walking away with the girls. She was lucky I didn't beat the shit out of her.

Smiling, I kissed them both on the heads. "Girls, you know you're both fucking awesome, right?" They smiled. "Thanks mom." We walked silently for a few minutes. "And Bianca and her mom are both bitches." The girls exchanged looks. "We already knew that, Mom."