Little White Lies (editing)

Brookline Avenue

It's been three weeks since his promise and Vincent held to it. He would come every Saturday and just inspect them and count money.

Well more like inspect Iris. She hated when he came because he would stare at her like the last piece of cake on the platter. He didn't say a word to her. He would just look at her. He would be speaking to Rupert but still stare.

She would much rather him speak than stare. It was unsettling and she had half the nerve to demand him to either say something or leave her alone... but she valued her life to an extent.

"Rupert I'm all out of eggs. I'm gonna go to the market and get some alright?" She asked her exhausted husband. Since Vincent started popping up, Rupert has been too stressed to lay a hand on Iris.

He's been pleasant towards her but she's no fool. She knows once this is all over Rupert will be great for a while then something will tick him off and he will start hitting her again. He simply nodded his response before going back into his deal record log rearranging things. The man looked the most stressed she's ever seen him. Evidently his karma.

It was a shame. He was such a smart guy and he wasted his life being a terrible person. Iris giggled to herself before walking out of the front door.

Walking along the streets of Boston was familiar to her. The whites would either ignore your existence or look at you in disgust and the blacks would nod in acknowledgement and keep it moving.

Iris only dealt with so many haters on her walks to the market. But she wasn't too concerned. She only feared she would be stuck forever living this miserable. She wanted a boring life. A life with a typical man to fall in love with. Live in a typical house with typical kids she would adore.

Men like Rupert and Vincent were not typical. They lived lives far too violent and action packed for Iris.

She didn't want any parts of it.

She finally reached the market the whites usually go to. She felt awkward here but Rupert wanted her to get white food for the white people they would feed at their home. Apparently 'black food' wasn't good enough?

Rupert was truly catering to his new enemy who may or may not kill him. How interesting.

Iris ignored the whispers as she walked over to the eggs. Her eyes drifted over all the amazing food items. She was craving a pint of chocolate ice cream but knew Rupert would not approve.

She grabbed the eggs before turning smack dab into what felt like a wall. The eggs fell making a mess all over the ground and the stranger.

"Oh my Lord I'm so sorry sir!" She gasped in fear. She was so focused on the mess she didn't look into the face of her egg victim. She was close to tears, whites walking by drew attention to the mess calling her names.

This was the last thing she needed. The poor woman was nearly at her breaking point.

A hand grabbed her chin and lifted it up making her focus in on the man.

Vincent. Of course.

What was he doing in a store?

"Are you always this clumsy?" He asked very relaxed. Iris backed up removing her jaw from his grasp. "I'm not clumsy you-" she stopped realizing where she was and who she was talking to.

"I'm sorry sir I can pay for the damages to your clothing." She said looking anywhere but at him. Goodness this was terrifying and humiliating!