Iris ↠ l.h.

I just don't want to miss you tonight...

"Alright detention's over, you all are free to go."

While all the kids, a total of 10, quickly rushed out of the classroom. Luke, who was half awake, took his time packing his backpack and walking out.

"Luke, hold on," the coach, also advisor of detention said, calling after him.

Stopping at the doorway, Luke turned around and leaned against the doorframe.

"Yeah, coach?"

"Listen, Luke, you're a good kid, you could actually go places. Skipping class, getting detention, it's not the path you wanna follow, alright?"

Luke nodded in agreement, pulling at his lip ring as the coach continued.

"I'm serious, most of the kids in here have already decided their path and let me tell you, it ain't a good future. I'd hate to see that happen to a smart kid like you," Coach said, then added. "Also, lay off the smoking, don't think some teachers can't smell it on you, because we can," he ended in a stern tone then went back to whatever papers he was filling out.

Luke, finally leaving the classroom, walked through the halls of the school towards the exit, placing a cigarette in his mouth.

Walking out of the school he reached around his pocket for a lighter, once he found it he took it out and while trying to light it, he dropped it on the concrete sidewalk.

Picking it up, he became face to face with a bush of flowers, Iris's.

How ironic.

Chuckling to himself, he took out his phone taking a picture of one of the flowers, playing around with the photo until it fit his needs.

Frenzied with the picture, he continued walking. Leaving behind the fallen lighter and cylindrical roll of tobacco.

The sun began to set as Luke continued walking home and he couldn't help but let his mind roam around the thoughts that there are, in fact, others people out there living a life. You have no idea who they are or what they're going through.

And you may never find out.

As he neared his house he began to hear a small weeping noise, that increased in sound as he walked.

Walking to the corner Luke saw a girl sitting on a wooden bench burying her face into her knees cradling back and forth, crying. Walking closer he realized that it was Iris, Iris was crying.

"Shit, Iris, what happened?" Luke asked, jogging up towards her.

Her face rose up and her beautiful face looked as if it had been torn. There was a large, diagonal, cut right below her left eye on top of her cheekbone, and that most definitely wasn't all. There were more cuts, bruises and scrapes around her body and he could feel the dampness of her skin as he placed his hand upon her cheek.

"Don't you dare tell me you fucking fell, Iris," Luke said, shaking his head.

As if everything was timed a huge clap of thunder boomed throughout the sky, giving the rain the okay to start pouring down on them.

Helping Iris up from the bench, Luke saw a tear in the bottom of her pants and small stain of red, slowly growing.

"Iris, you're not gonna be able to walk," Luke stated, looking down at her ankle.

Without waiting for an answer, Luke picked Iris up, bridal style, carrying her the rest of the way to his house. Walking inside, he placed her on his kitchen table telling her to wait a minute.

He ran to his room taking out a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Then, he went to his closet grabbing a first-aid kit. When he went back to the kitchen he saw Iris limping towards the door.