Page 6 of Cyber
I doubted he would have told them the truth. I doubted Cyber had told the truth a single time in his entire life.
But not even weeks of preparing myself could prepare me for seeing him again. For hearing his voice or breathing in the smoky intoxicating scent of his skin.
“Iris?” He said it again, more to himself that time. His heavy tattooed hand reached out and I shied back automatically. I would not let him touch me.
Never again.
“Havoc, do something. He is scaring her.”
Cyber didn't even turn. He just stood there, his hand hovering in the air between us.
“Leave the girl alone, Cyber,” Havoc growled, pushing himself upright from the flimsy plastic chair. There was murder in his face.
“I'm not hurting her,” Cyber snarled right back, and still his hand hung there, just inches from me. “And I'm not scaring her either. Iris knows me. She knows...”
I couldn't take it. I couldn't bear to hear another word out of his gorgeously pouting mouth. Spinning on my heel, I started to run. My blood-stained hair soaked the back of my dress.
It didn't matter where I was running to, just that I got away from him.
I had thought I could do this. That I was strong enough to face him, but who was I kidding? I wasn't strong.
I was irreparably broken.
Nothing but a shell of the woman I used to be. And seeing him again proved to me just how far I had fallen.
“Iris?”
Darcie caught up with me as I fell through the heavy glass doors of the hospital and into the fresh air. Bending over with my hands on my knees, I tried to catch my breath and it was like my lungs just wouldn't expand. I felt dizzy.
“Are you going to pass out?” There was real concern in her voice as she flung her arms around my waist, helping me to keep my feet. “Are you hurt? Are you injured? Jesus, I knew we should have got a doctor to look you over.”
“I’m fine. I just...” Straightening was a struggle, but I forced myself to do it, flashing her a watery smile. The last thing I wanted to do was be admitted to a hospital. In my mental state, they would never let me out. And I had no hope of finding Violet if I was locked up on a psych ward.
“I just needed to get some air.”
Darcie looked at me out of the corner of her eye. A tiny line appeared on her forehead as she frowned. “I know Cyber is kind of intimidating, especially when you see him in a fight, but he won't hurt you.” She turned to me fully. “But I think you know that already.”
I didn't say a word. What was there to say?
“You do know him right? You're his Iris?”
The way she said it made my head snap up. “HisIris?”
“We all thought you might be, especially when you started leaving the room whenever his name was mentioned. No one wanted to ask you, but I think it's pretty clear from that little meeting that you’re the one we have all heard stories about.”
Stories? I frowned. “What stories?”
“Havoc told me about it, but everyone in the club knows about you, Iris. The only woman Cyber ever regretted walking out on. You are a legend in the club. For a few years after, apparently the club girls even tried to make themselves look like you to grab Cyber’s attention.” She shrugged. The smile on her face was dazzling. “But for him it's always just been you, I think. No girl has even come close.”
I knew she was trying to cheer me up. Any normal girl would be happy to hear that some hunk of a man had been pining after her for years. But not me. Her words were hollow. They had absolutely no meaning to me.
Cyber could go to hell with his romanticised stories. Was that how he slept at night? By making up some bullshit?
“It was one night,” I mumbled, my hands clenching into fists at my side. How dare he make what we had out to be something other than what it was. Disgusting.
“One night that has stayed with him for five years, Iris. That has to say something right? I mean, that guy has a lot of one-night stands.” She chuckled low in her throat, but the sound died when she realised I hadn’t followed suit.
“It stayed with me as well, but if you think what we shared was some magical fairy tale, it wasn’t. Cyber doesn’t feel anything romantic for me. He just feels guilty.”
