Opening Old Wounds

Arthur's POV

My blood boiled as Iris kept talking about her parents and family, she was overjoyed about it and even boasted of them.

I had to hold back from venting out my anger and causing a scene, the same people who caused me pain where the ones she boldly praised and advertised in my presence, I didn't want to do anything that would hurt her hence I took it out on the meal she made for me.

At first I felt cared for and important when she insisted that she made me a meal, I could feel the sincerity and care in her tone and actions but the fact that she brought up the same set of people who ruined a part of my life gave me a murderous intent.

I reminded myself that I had promised not to harm or hurt her because she was innocent and also naive yet it was difficult at the moment because she was opening old wounds.

I felt the pain I had felt when my parents died again that night and my breath began to hitch, if only she knew how much I hated those who birthed her, it crossed my mind