Chapter 2 - Bad News
Bad news is well to describe in one word … bad. Barry hated bad news. He had hated it from a young age, 11. The bad news started when his mum died, then his father went to serve a lifetime sentence in jail, when he got bullied everyday at school and loving a girl, for 14 years, who didn't love you back.
Barry had a rough day. But now it was time to relax. He rushed into his foster dad's house and lay comfortably in the corner of a sofa. He heard thudding coming from upstairs and then he say feet running down the stairs. It was Iris.
She was beautiful. Her black hair fell to her hip. But her smile, he loved her smile. He knew that he had kissed her, but she had no idea as it got erased after he went back in time. It was sort of weird, him loving Iris. They grew up together, slept in the same bedroom, went to the same school, celebrated Christmases and Birthdays together.
She instantly pulled him into a hug. After a couple of moments they separated. He knew she was taken, by Eddie a police officer who he pretends to like.
He looked closer at her. Her mascara was smudged and her eyes were puffy and red. Her looked at his shoulder, the one her head had rest on a couple of seconds before. At first he thought he smudged her mascara but his shoulder was just wet.
She looked up at him, he eyes were glistening with tears. Her stared through her eyes, looking into her soul, and she stared into him too.
'Oh, Barry,' she said holding back tears before pulling him into another hug. His arms were still by his side, he didn't know what to do with them. Barry wrapped his arms around Iris's hip and pulled her tightly towards him.
He could hear Iris whimpering on his shoulder. He wondered who had made her that sad. A single word came to him,
Joe.