Chapter Fourteen: Our Story

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Iris' Perspective:

"Barry," my voice croaked. My husband turned his back to shut the door, then walked over to me and sat in the arm chair beside me. He fiddled with the cushion awkwardly, then fell into my gaze. He smiled at me endearingly, but there was something else. Something was hidden behind his rosy cheeks and prominent dimples. Fear? Anger? Despair? I couldn't detect exactly what it was; it was just there. "What's wrong?"

  He interlaced his hand with mine. His warmth spread from my fingertips to the core of my being. My heart fluttered when we touched, and my monitor displayed a sudden change. Now that he was close, I could tell something was wrong. I always knew what he was feeling... 

  We've known each other since we were kids. We were his second family after-you know-his father was convicted. After that horrid night, he moved in with Joe** and I, in the room next to mine. We quickly became friends, and our lives intertwined like branches on a twisted oak. Barry would always let me copy his homework and Biology, and I, ironically, would defend him against all the bullies. There were many, unfortunately. No one believed Barry's story. To be honest, I don't even I believed it at one point*. They would chase him out of the school, sometimes-and only sometimes-would he escape their grasp. But the other times, he got caught, and was beat on the side of the road. Barry tried to hide it for a while. He would wear sunglasses over his blackened eyes and claim it was a 'fashion statement', and blamed his limp on P.E. class. I remember when the harassing became so bad, they threatened his life. He ran into my arms one day and choked in his tears. His face paled, and his eyes were red and puffy, like he'd been recently crying. That's what Barry's expression looked like right now.

   "Iris," Barry sighed, his head tilted towards the floor

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   "Iris," Barry sighed, his head tilted towards the floor. He rested his hands on his jaw, and looked deeply into my dark eyes. Then, he stuttered, "I-I couldn't get you here quick enough. I wasn't fast enough. And if I had, you wouldn't be in this position right now!" He talked in a wild frenzy, burying his head in his hands.

    I stroked his hair, and squeezed his shoulders. "It's not your fault, Barry. It never is, but you always do this to yourself. You carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. You don't have to do that with me, remember? We're partners." 

  "But you don't understand! It's more than you realize!"

  "Tell me! Don't hide from me anymore." I forced his chin up, wrapping my fingers around his chiseled jaw line. "I love you, Barry. You need to tell me what's frightening you."

  He whispered, "Iris... you're paralyzed."

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*Barry told everyone-the police, Iris, Joe-that his mother was murdered by 'the man in lightning'. He claimed that he witnessed the murder, then his father shouted, "Run, Barry, run!" So, that's exactly what he did. Suddenly, he was transported somewhere he didn't recognize. Of course, no one believed him. (I mean, would you?)

**If you don't know, Joe is Iris' father

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