Cyber 15

Iris

I expected to be shoved on the back of Cyber’s bike. What I didn't expect was for him to take my hand gently in his and lead me across the garden. I glanced back at the house. It was my safe place. My lifeline.

Catching my worried look, Cyber’s steps slowed. “We aren't going far, Iris, you don't have to worry.”

“Where are we going?” If he thought he could come waltzing into Maggie's kitchen and just drag me anywhere he wanted, he had another thing coming, and I opened my mouth to tell him so.

Grumbling under his breath, Cyber spun me into his arms. My nose bumped into his chest, and tears sprang into my eyes.

“Jesus, woman, do you ever stop talking?” Roughly his fingers tilted my chin up. “Did you just hurt yourself?” His eyes softened, and the pad of his thumb brushed away the tears.

Mutely, I pointed at my nose.

“It's not broken.” Firm fingers probed gently, but it still sent shockwaves of pain through me.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. It might not be broken, but it