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Randy POV
I had just walked into Iris' room with her.
"Randy, are you ok? What is it?" she asked me.
"I need to tell you something, but you cannot go off, at least until you think about it for a minute." I told her. She just looked at me.
"Carlito overheard Paul and Dave talking about what your Dad did when you were little. He accidentally told me and John." I told her. She just looked at me.
"What exactly did he say that my dad did to me?" she asked me. I really didn't want to say.
"Um… well, that he raped and beat you." I whispered to her.
She just looked at me, but didn't say anything.
"Iris?" I asked her. She looked at me. I had never seen her that mad.
"What?" she growled.
"Are you ok, baby?" I asked her.
"No, I am not." she said.
"Do you want me to do anything?" I asked her.
"Where's Carlito?" she asked me.
"Upstairs." I said and with that she walked out.
Iris POV
I wasn't mad at Carlito, but I was going to tell him that he had better not tell anyone else. I went upstairs and found him.
"Carlito, in here now." I said as I walked out on the balcony. He followed me.
"What is it, babe?" he asked me.
"I am not mad at you, but if you tell anyone else what you overheard from Paul and Dave I will make sure you know I am mad at you." I said to him calmly. He looked shocked.
"Iris, I honestly didn't mean to say it earlier. I was thinking about it, because I didn't think that it could be true." he said, very sincerely.
"I am not mad, just please don't repeat it." I said to him.
"Baby, I won't. I honestly didn't mean to the first time." he said.
"It's ok. Just don't repeat it." I told him.
"I promise." he said and hugged me. I returned the hug and he left.
I was standing there gripping the rails. I was so mad at Paul for telling anyone that, especially Dave. I was thinking when someone came out. It was John.
"What?" I asked him.
"I just wanted to make sure you were ok." he said.
"Why, so you can hit on me or hit me?" I asked him. He sighed.
"Look, Iris, I am sorry about that. I was frustrated because you wouldn't listen and then I realized how I was acting. I finally realize that I can't make you come back to me. I came to check on you because of what Carlito told me and Randy. I know that Randy told you what he heard. I remember when you told me and it was hard. I know that Dave found out from Paul and not you. I wanted to make sure you weren't going to kill Paul." he said.
I turned and faced him. He was right. I had told him after having a nightmare and it was the hardest thing that I had ever told or admitted to anyone. Now Paul had told Dave. I didn't care if Dave knew, but I wanted to be one he heard it from; not Paul.
"I want to kill him." I told him as tears fell down my face. He stepped towards me and I wasn't scared of him when he did.
He gently wiped away the tears. I just stood there and let him. I was so mad at everyone that I just didn't care. He pulled me into a hug. It was a hug that felt like we were never mad at each other. I just melted into him. I almost forgot who I was mad at until I heard him in the hallway.
"Has anyone seen Iris?" Dave asked. I quickly pulled away from John and walked in the hallway. I just looked at Dave and went downstairs.
I got down there and hoped that Paul wouldn't say anything to me.
"Night, Iris." he said. I just kept on walking. Randy was sitting in my room watching TV. He heard it and came to the doorway.
"Iris?" Paul said. I still didn't answer him and just kept on walking. Dave had gotten down there and saw that I was ignoring Paul. Paul looked at Dave and shrugged.
"She did it to me too." Dave said.
"Maybe it's PMS." Paul said. I growled.
"Come on." Randy said and pulled me into the room. I sat on the bed. I was pissed off.
"Did you talk to Carlito?" he asked me.
"Yeah and John. John and I made up. We are finally friends." I whispered.
"Good, but what are you going to do about Paul and Dave?" he asked me.
"I don't know. I am so mad at them right now. I just don't even care to think about them." I said as tears rolled down my face.
Randy leaned over and wiped them away with his thumb. I tried to blink back the rest but it didn't work. I just sat there. Randy pulled me into a hug and held me while I cried. He was holding me in his lap and Dave walked in.
"Iris?" he asked and stopped. He looked at us.
"What the hell?" Paul asked. I just looked at them. Randy just sat there. He knew what they were thinking, but he was being a friend.
"What the fuck, Randy?" Dave asked.
"I was being a friend." he said.
"A little too friendly." Paul said.
"Shut the fuck up, Paul." I said. They all looked at me.
"What?" he asked me.
"I didn't stutter. If anyone is being too friendly it's you. I can't believe you would do that to me." I told him.
He stared at me blankly.
"What?" he questioned.
"I can't believe that you would tell other people about what happened to me, not you, as a child. I don't think it is any of their business." I told him.
"Other people?" Dave asked.
"Yes, Dave, if I had wanted you to know I would have told you myself. I just didn't think that it was vital to our relationship to know that I was fucked by my father as a child." I told him. He just stared at me.
"It might have been." he said back. I stood up. Randy stood up behind me.
"How? So that you can think 'Wow, she really is a fuck-up?'" I asked him.
"I wouldn't think that." he said. He was hurt by it.
"Maybe not you, but someone else. Did it ever occur to you that other people might have overheard your cnversation?" I asked Paul.
"No one did!" he said, defensively.
"Really, then how do Carlito, Randy, and John know?" I asked him. He just stared at me.
"You told them?" he said in a smart-ass tone.
"I did tell John, but Carlito or Randy?" I asked him.
"Who overheard?" he asked.
"CARLITO!" I yelled at him.
"I do not go around telling personal secrets or traumatic things from your past; I at least figured you wouldn't do it to me." I said.
I had tears running down my face, again. Dave was hurt from what I had said. Paul was shocked that I found out, and Randy was trying to keep everyone from getting in a fight.
"I didn't think that you would find out." Paul said.
"Then you never should have said it. Now get out." I said.
"But, Iris…" he was saying.
"PAUL, if you want me to even think of you as a brother anymore then shut up and walk away." I said. He did just that.
I looked at the ground. Randy just pulled me into a hug. Dave had sat on the floor and put his head in his hands. He knew that he had hurt me.
"Randy, go on." I said.
"Iris, are you sure?" he asked me.
"Yeah. You can sleep in the extra room." I told him.
"Thanks." he said. I had not filled all my guest rooms incase anyone else wanted to come. He left and went to that room. I loved Randy for the fact that he didn't question your actions if he knew that you were going to be ok.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Dave was on the floor across from me. I was upset and so was I.
"Iris, I am sorry." he whispered.
"Dave…"
A/N: Should she forgive him? Let me know. Thanks.