FlashbackIris was eight when she truly learned her siblings hated her.It began with Olivia’s usual mischief. She snuck into Iris’s room with a jug of water and poured it slowly onto the mattress, soaking the sheets. Then she raised her voice, calling for the others.“She wet the bed again!” Olivia’s song pierced the quiet hall. “I didn’t!” Iris protested, clutching the dripping fabric as she hopped down. “Look, it doesn’t even smell. It’s just water.”Charlotte arrived first, already smirking, already rehearsed on her blame game. “Ugh, she reeks. What do think Baron? She’s always making excuses.”Baron leaned lazily against the doorframe, his arms folded. “Pathetic. Father should send you to sleep in the stables. At least the horses won’t complain.”Their laughter invaded the air.“It’s not true!” Iris’ voice broke as she shook her head.Charlotte lurked forward, circling her. “Doesn’t matter what’s true. It matters what we say. And everyone listens to us, not you.”“Not Father. He
When they were done, Jake and Larry insisted on handling the cleanup. Iris didn’t argue. She simply rose, taking Abigail with her.“Come. Bath with me.” Iris said when they got to the guest room.Abi followed, dragging her feet but secretly pleased. In the wide tub, steam curled around them, Iris leaned back against the edge, her hair pinned up.Abi swirled her fingers through the bubbles. “You don’t have to look at me like that, you know. Like I’m going to break.”“You already did today,” Iris said flatly. Then, softer. “And you’ll break again, if you don’t learn to be stronger.”Abi pressed her lips together. “Easy for you to say. You’ve always had Apollo. Someone watching, guarding. He was your shield. I don’t have anyone like that.”Iris sighed once before speaking. “I can be strong for the both of us, but even I won’t be here forever Abi… If you want an Apollo, I can get you one. He’ll follow you like the air you breathe, grant your every whim, never let you trip on your own shad
Abigail was worried by the tone of her sister’s voice.“Are you alright?” she asked.Iris only lifted her hand in dismissal; her expression carved from stone. “Larry. Take Abi to your game room, would you? I need a moment.”Larry didn’t argue - he never did when Iris used that tone. He just gestured for Abigail to follow. “You like games?”“Some,” Abi said, her voice cautious.“Good. Ever played Deadlights IV?”Her eyes lit up immediately. “Wait, the zombie one? With the flamethrower glitches?”Larry grinned like a proud uncle. “The very same.”“No way! That game’s banned in three countries.”“Which makes it better,” Larry said, already leading her down the hall. They were laughing before they even reached the console. Within minutes, the two of them were yelling at the screen, cheering when they blew apart a horde and groaning when Abi accidentally torched herself with her own Molotov.By the time Iris rejoined them, the room echoed with the kind of chaotic joy she usually despised.
Jake’s body screamed at him to stay pressed against her. Having Iris beneath him, her breath brushing his cheek, made every nerve in his skin come alive. He wanted to touch her everywhere - wanted to know what she looked like when she came undone in those tight pants. He itched to leave her trembling in ways she wouldn’t forget.But the other part of him - the part that respected her, the part that knew she was sick - fought to hold back. She deserved more than him taking advantage of her while she was weak.“Jake, are you planning to sleep there?” Iris’ voice broke the silence. Commanding, yet tinged with amusement. “Sorry,” Jake muttered, pushing himself up quickly, awkward as hell. “I brought you food.” “If you plan on feeding me here like a prisoner, I’ll pass.”“I-”“I’d rather eat downstairs.” She rose without waiting for him, brushing past him and through the door.Jake followed with the tray. He was astonished to see her settle in the couch - legs crossed, remote in hand. Fo
“Welcome home, Miss Abigail.”Apollo was waiting in the driveway, hands behind him. But instead of answering, the teenager tossed her bag higher on her shoulders and ran inside. Normally, he would have ignored her sulks, but after the recent attack, he maintained a close watch on her behavior. Today his gut told him something was wrong.And he wasn’t far from the truth. Upstairs, Abigail collapsed face-first on her bed and broke into sobs.Earlier, after school, she had gone to the sports complex. Noah was already there with a group of students lounging on the grass. When the coach called for pairs in a bonding activity, no one wanted her. Every student avoided her gaze, shuffling closer to someone else, leaving her stranded in the middle of the field.Noah stepped in, forcing the issue. “You, partner with Abigail.”Reluctantly, a girl walked over. Abigail’s chest swelled with a fragile hope… until halfway through the drill, the girl let go. Abigail stumbled and fell hard. But that pa
The aura was different from what she was used to. The bed was still a lonely place to be, but at least she was surrounded by the softest pillows. Iris took a calm breath as she opened her eyes. The air felt light, laced with a sweet floral scent.Her body was less tense, and the headache from last night was almost nonexistent - that was until she put her feet down and stood up. She spent a brief moment in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and taking a quick shower.Soon, she rummaged through her luggage for the neatest clothes she could find, tied her hair into a sleek bun, and put on a hat to hide her hollowing appearance. The second she opened the door, the man in the hallway turned sharply, making direct eye contact.“No, no, you’re not doing this today.” Jake guided Iris back into the room and banished the hat to the floor.“What are you doing?” Iris asked nonchalantly as the clothes she had worked so hard to put on were soon pulled off her skin.“You need to rest.”“I have a compa