Hatred / l.h ✔️

16

~Iris' POV~

I frowned at his words, not liking that he had, admittedly, hurt my feelings. However, he had also managed to piss me off more. "You're so stupid. If I thought for a second Eros didn't enjoy being around me or fucking me, then that'd be that. The only flaw with you pitying him is there's nothing there to be pitied in the first place."

Really, I knew that I could've raved on for hours about this, but I didn't feel like it. Ultimately it wouldn't have been worth it and I'd have wasted my time. Still, I kept talking. He'd pissed me off and now he was going to get a small piece of my mind. Before I could, though, Luke stepped closer and I could've sworn I'd heard an audible growl of anger rumble in his chest. "And how's that?" He spat, glaring down at me. Apparently I'd made him just as mad, though I had hardly said anything that could've pissed him off. I think it was just the fact that I had said something, so now he was mad.

"Eros is more than happy to fuck me, you shit for brains. You act like he's doing a favor for me and it's not like that. Hell, most of the time he's the one who initiates it." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Something about telling him this made me feel smug, though I couldn't say why. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd been insulting me through my vagina ever since we met and now I, in a way, was throwing it back in his face.

Luke's blue eyes glimmered with something likened to amusement and, oddly enough, anger. I'd never thought it'd be possible for someone to be mad and amused at the same time, but here it was, I suppose. "You're a fucking whore." He chuckled.

The second those words were out of his mouth, I reeled back in both hurt and surprise, not expecting him to say that. "What?" I frowned, staring up at him as my anger melted into shock. "You heard me. You're a whore, little doll." He scoffed, giving me a look of disgust. My brows furrowed, still frowning. "I've only slept with two people before." I argued quietly, shaking my head. I could tell by the look on his face that he was surprised by that news. "That doesn't mean that you aren't—" He started, but I quickly shook my head. "Don't." I said in a firm voice, interrupting him. "A whore." He finished anyways. I glared at him, my heart racing in my chest. "Fucking call me that again." I dared, all my anger rushing back in at once. He was being disrespectful and rude. Even if I had slept with more than two people, that still wouldn't have made me a whore. I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted, consensually of course.

Luke dared to step closer, glaring back at me. "You fucked your brother's friend, Iris." He pointed out. His pink lips turned into a fake smile. "You're a disgusting little whore."

The second the word left his lips, I didn't even think about what I was doing before I had done it already. I raised my right hand and, with all my strength, I slapped him across the face. The sound of my hand hitting his face was loud and screaming in the silence of the house, his head now turned to the side from how hard I'd hit him. There was a soft pink print where my hand had landed, his jaw now clenched in anger. I was a little shocked at my own actions for a second and almost felt bad, but then I realized he deserved it. He had just insulted me once again.

For a moment it was silent and I dared to break it. "I'm not a whore and it's none of your business who I sleep with." I said quietly, refusing to look at him. After I spoke, I quickly started forward, trying to skirt around him so that I could leave. I didn't feel like it'd be a good idea to stay. Just like the last time, he stuck an arm out and stopped me from going. I looked away when I felt his glare on me, gasping when he suddenly grabbed me by the arm, hard. I flinched as he rammed me back against the counter, now unable to look away from him since he was so close. His large frame invaded my space, forcing me against the counter while he glared down at me. "It's my business now. You're in my goddamn cabin and you're sleeping with one of Andy's friends. He'd probably not like that, hm?" He retorted, his other hand gripping my wrist.