A chilling feeling ran down Autumn's spine. Iris eyes was heavily similar to one that was manic. Her smile having a eerie feeling, not masking the burning hatred she must have for Autumn.

A thought then came to Autumn, was Iris aware of who the father was?

Was it Dexter?

Autumn felt her heart drop to her stomach, her hand slowly reach to her chest as it paced in fear. Orbs of tears form against the socket of her eyes. Iris noticed this and smirked, feeling her lengthy speech finally made an impact on Autumn. As always Autumn would never change and that would be her downfall. She scoffed, sliding...