Dave"Just come out and say it," I mumbled, finding it rather difficult to cool the curiosity that rose inside me. I hated being put on the spot, and this was a prime example. “He talked. He spoke to the detective, okay? They interrogated him, and he talked. He opened his mouth and spilled all the secrets. I don’t know what it is—I couldn’t stick around to find out—but I know it’s bad enough,” she said with a smirk. “Fuck,” I muttered, balling my hands into fists, deciding I was done being here and that outside was better off. “Where are you going?” “You might not seem to understand this,” I said. “Maybe you’ve had your head in the clouds too much.” I brushed her hand off me. “That doesn’t explain anything!” she said, yelling after me. “You’re literally running from your problems! Can we talk about this?” “No,” I said, grabbing the door handle and walking outside. *** There was a quiet little bar quite far from home. It was a place where no one knew who I was. A place
Iris’ PovI glanced up from where I was sitting on the bed, tucking my legs beneath me. He answered quickly, speaking in an unfamiliar tone with the person on the line.Whoever the person was, they had to be important, cause Orchard rarely smiled, and when he did, it had to be for something important or someone.I watched his closely, paying attention to his body language and facial expression. I could tell the conversation had shifted from a light one to a deep one, but I had no idea who could put Orchard on his toes and still make him feel relieved.I tried not to eavesdrop, but his soft chuckle pulled my attention. Orchard wasn’t the type to laugh freely. It was rare, and when it happened, it felt special, like a gift meant only for those closest to him. Hearing it now, directed at someone else, made me feel… off.I looked down at my hands, picking at my nails as the sound of his laughter filled the room. I told myself it was nothing, that I was being ridiculous. But that tiny, gna
Iris“Iris , what do you mean by we shouldn’t be doing this?” Orchard asked, walking towards me.“We need this.” I flashed the condom I had retrieved from the drawer and Orchard’s face turned into a smile .“You know, we don’t necessarily,” I pressed my lips to his before he could finish his statement. “Yes we do.”The sound of torn paper reached my ears, causing me to peel my gaze open once again so I could stare at him.He tossed the wrap away and spent the next few seconds fitting his impressive length into the condom. Staring in anticipation, I saw a smirk line his lips. I felt like a meal, laid open and ready to be devoured; and with Orchard, it might as well have been the best thing any woman should feel.Suddenly, he turned me over so I came on top of him. Orchard relaxed his bare back against the sheets and pulled my thighs to straddle him. For a few seconds, he met my gaze, as though to ask one more time if I was sure of this.I appreciated his consideration, but all I wanted
OrchardThe morning air was crisp, and the faint scent of rain lingered as I stepped out of the car. I couldn’t help but smile.There was something invigorating about mornings like this—cool, promising, and full of possibility. The towering glass building of my office gleamed in the sunlight, its reflection stretching down the street like an endless promise of success.As I walked through the revolving doors, the rhythmic clicks of my shoes on the polished marble floor echoed in the vast lobby. The receptionist, Anna, greeted me with her usual cheerful smile.“Good morning, Mr. Orchard,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming.“Morning, Anna. How’s everything today?” I replied, adjusting the lapel of my jacket.“Busy, as always. But that’s how we like it,” she said with a wink.I chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. The elevator ride to the 12th floor felt shorter than usual, and soon I was stepping into my office. The space was just as I’d left it the night before—tidy and bathed
DaveMy mind screamed at the same time. It was a strange mixture, I decided—an active mind and a frozen body were not going to get things done. Calm yourself. Calm down, I told myself as I bit my tongue, forcing my body to move at last. Ivan turned around, placing his heavy hand on my shoulder and then grabbing the chair not so far from me, pulling it towards me. “Please, let me go, Ivan.” I pleaded. “I promise you, I’d get you your money, you just have to trust me. I’ll pay you, I just need some more time.”“Time? Time?” He snapped. “All I have given you is time, but somehow I still haven’t gotten my money. While you continue to throw lavish parties. I’m afraid, I have ran out of options, Dave. You either pay me my money now or you pay with your life.”“Please.” My voice was barely a whisper.“We’ve had a good time now, yes?” he smiled, his very Russian accent thick. “Listen—” I began, but he shook his head. “I’m not listening to you. You owe me.” “How can I get my money
Orchard.Her voice was like music to my ears. There was always going to be a place for a mother in my heart, and mine was no different. Sacrifices and understanding were all it took. I drummed my fingers against my steering wheel as I drove to the airport. Why didn’t I take my driver? Well, let’s just say I wanted to monopolize my mom's time as much as possible. There were always too many people around her, and most times, it was little things—little moments like this, picking her up myself and driving her where she needed to go—that counted.After a few long minutes spent hopelessly in traffic, I pulled up at the parking lot of the airport, brought out my phone, and stepped out of the car. Once inside, my eyes scanned the crowd of numerous people, and for once—well, maybe not just once, but at least another time in my life—I was grateful for the height God had given me. It was easy enough to spot her.She was looking around the airport, her phone pressed to her ear and mumbling a
IrisI took one small break, resting my legs as I propped them up on a wooden crate whilst sitting on another, pressing my back against the rough concrete wall. It was always like this, I thought with a small smile. It was always a stressful day, and the only thing that could console me afterward was a long massage, specifically one that my mind had now begun to imagine was Orchard giving it to me. It would be nice, though, with his large hands massaging my feet, my back, elsewhere... I felt my face turn slightly pink, but who cares? There was no one there. My phone suddenly vibrated with a call. I didn’t even check who it was before answering and was a little too ecstatic when I heard Orchard’s voice. "Hey," he said. "Hi." I tried to hide my giddiness by dropping my voice several octaves. Of course, I sounded stupid, but he didn’t need to know that. "Something came up," he said, interrupting my train of thought. "What?" I felt my voice stretch out a little too long. "I can’
Iris I stood there, frozen, staring at the mess on the floor. My hands trembled slightly as I bent down to pick up a few of the larger pieces.“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “I—I didn’t mean to. I’m so clumsy sometimes.”Orchard’s mother, Halle, turned toward me, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t read her expression. Her soft brown eyes landed on mine, and I braced myself for a sharp reprimand. Instead, she surprised me.“Oh, Iris, don’t worry about that!” she said, walking over and pulling me into a warm hug. Her arms were soft and smelled faintly of lavender, a comforting scent that eased my nerves almost instantly. “It’s just a vase. We were waiting for you to come home so we could have dinner together anyway.”The kindness in her tone caught me off guard. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and a small, embarrassed smile crept onto my face.“Thank you,” I said softly.She patted my shoulder as she pulled back. “Now, go wash your hands. We’ll be wai
OrchardIris made the most adorable pregnant woman ever. Maybe it was just my sentiment—I would always believe that. Maybe it was still my sentiment to want her to have another baby just because she made the most adorable pregnant woman ever. And perhaps those sentiments couldn’t be shared with her. But when it always came down to the delivery room, I found myself pacing. "It’s a normal reaction," the nurses said. "It’s normal," they said eventually. "Why don’t you come hold her hand?" the half-face-covered nurse stretched out a hand. "Are you okay?" I whispered in her ear. "Oh yeah, I’m amazing," she mumbled. "But sure, if we want to make this mountain out of a molehill, we can. Besides, I already requested an epidural," she rolled her eyes at me. "Maybe you’re just being dramatic," she waved me off. Maybe I was. Maybe I was just shy. After all, it wasn’t every day a man got to witness this perfect being born. "Okay, I feel something," she gripped my hand. The secon
Orchard Nothing, except the mild silence of the humidifier beside my bed, the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and, of course, the gentle hum of the air conditioner, filled the room. Aside from having to convince my wife—well, I wasn’t sure what we were now, but we surely were something—convincing her to go home, take a shower, get dressed, and look prettier the day after was more than enough. The same could apply to Mom. Partly, it was because of the text message I had received from Dad. “Is it all right if I come see you?” he had texted earlier. “Me telling you no isn’t going to change your mind, so why bother?” I texted back. And, as they say, speak of the devil, and he shall appear. An hour later, Dad walked into my hospital room as though he owned the place—which was mildly accurate. He was one of those with the largest holdings in the hospital. Or, well, he had some of the largest holdings in the hospital. While he didn’t own it specifically, neither did I, but he d
IrisHarold couldn’t be fast enough. Or maybe it was the fact that the speed limit was simply too slow, and Harold was dancing just at the edge. Either way, I kept pounding my heel against the floor of the car while biting my lips, and it seemed the buildings were moving apart too slowly. “I’m going as fast as I can, Mrs. Hector,” Harold said, and turned towards the rearview mirror, his eyes darting towards me. “I’m driving as fast as I can,” he said again, his eyes meeting mine this time. “We’ll be there soon.” His eyes crinkled at the edges, smiling at me. He offered little comfort, I thought to myself, as my face strangely cracked into a small smile. “Thank you,” I said, letting out a huff of air and pulling my fingers together, trying to calm them from the shaking earlier. Who’d have thought talking to the stepmother who effectively bullied you your whole life would cause some form of shakiness? Eventually, we reached the hospital in one piece—mostly. I bolted straight u
IrisPerhaps it was not just me but the entire court, but everyone seemed to let out a breath of relief. I caught sight of Karen sitting somewhere at the back of the room.Simply, I got sight of her because I was jittery, my eyes darting all over the place.Perhaps I was so eager to keep my eyes off Dave that I simply couldn’t look at the person—the wicked person—he had become. He was so unrecognizable.He was not the man I had known all my life; he was not the man I had fallen in love with. No. Buried far from those things were the sweet smiles he had given me when I was younger and the messages of conviction. *"You’re the only woman I could ever marry,"* he had said. Well, perhaps that part was true. I was the only one he married—but probably not the only one he could love. No. His love went to other places; his love had a knack for doing that, going to various places. But none of that mattered for the children. At least that chapter was closed. I raised my eyes to the prose
Iris’ Pov I got the call from the police station. They told me Dave wanted to see me. I didn’t want to go. After everything he’d done, why would I? But then, Orchard’s mum, Halle, said she’d come with me. I needed her support, so I agreed.When we got to the station, my hands were shaking. Halle held my arm gently, and we walked in together. They led us to the room where Dave was sitting. “Iris,” he said, “you came.”I didn’t sit down. I just looked at him, feeling all the anger rise inside me. “You better pray Orchard wakes up,” I said, “if she doesn’t, you’ll regret ever knowing me.”Dave smirked. “I don’t care what happens to me. If Orchard dies, I’m justified.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Justified? For what? Before I could say anything else, Halle held me.“There’s no use talking to a man like him,” he’s lost his mind. Let’s go, Iris.”Just as we turned to leave, a cop walked into the room. He had a file in his hand and a serious look on his face.“We found new evide
Iris’ PovI sat in the cold, hard chair outside the operating room, my breaths were shallow and uneven. It felt like I had been holding my breath the entire time.Orchard was in there, fighting for his life. The doctors had rushed him in as soon as we arrived at the hospital, I wanted to believe he would make it, but the blood, there had been so much blood. I couldn’t stop seeing it.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I joined them together, pressing them tightly against my lap, trying to steady them, but it didn’t work. My clothes still smelled like blood and sweat, and I hated it.“Iris,” a soft voice said beside me.I looked up to see Orchard’s mother. I had called her as soon as I arrived. She placed a hand on my shoulder.“He’s strong,” she said, though her voice cracked. “He’s going to make it.”I nodded, but I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t find any words.The hallway was too quiet, the kind of silence that only made things worse. Every time the doors to the operating room swung open,
Dave’s PovThe sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears as I stumbled back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The scene before me felt surreal, like something out of a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Orchard was on the floor, blood spreading around him like a dark, growing shadow. Iris knelt beside him, screaming his name, her hands pressed desperately against his chest as if she could stop the life from slipping out of him.“Orchard! Stay with me! Please!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was filled with panic, raw and heart-wrenching.And I just stood there, frozen. My hand was still gripping the gun, my knuckles white. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All I could do was stare at the chaos I had caused.What have I done?The question repeated over and over in my mind, but I couldn’t find an answer. I hadn’t planned for this to happen, not like this. I just wanted to scare them, to make them pay attention, to make her listen to me. But now… now it was
Iris’ Pov The gun pressed against my head was a constant reminder of how close I was to disaster. I could see the anger in Dave’s eyes, the wild, unpredictable rage that told me he wasn’t bluffing. He was mad enough to do anything. The memory of the day he shot my stepsister, suddenly hit me. The look on his face then was the same as now. No hesitation, no regret. Just pure fury.I knew better than to argue with him. If I made one wrong move, one wrong word, this could end horribly. I forced myself to take a shaky breath, trying to calm the panic that threatened to overwhelm me.“Dave,”please, let’s not do this. Name your price. Whatever you want, we’ll do it. Just… just let us go.”For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, his grip on the gun tightening and loosening, like he was considering his options.Then he laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that made my stomach twist. “Name my price?” he said mockingly. “It’s too late for that, Iris. Don’t you get it? There’s n
Iris’ Pov My body stirred, waking me from a restless dream. At first, I didn’t understand why I woke up, but then I felt a familiar discomfort in my stomach.I sighed quietly and got out of bed, careful not to wake Orchard. The room was dark, lit only by the faint light of the moon that filtered through the curtains. I paused for a moment, listening to his steady breathing, and then padded softly toward the bathroom.The bathroom tiles were cold under my bare feet, and I shivered slightly as I finished and washed my hands. I thought I would just crawl back into bed and try to sleep again, but as I stepped out of the bathroom, I realized how dry my throat felt. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and my lips were cracked.“I need some water,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely above a whisper.The thought of going downstairs in the middle of the night wasn’t appealing, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t quench my thirst. So, I turned toward the stairs, walking as quietly