Sugar + Spice

Brian and Emil

Brian talks to the woman who was interviewing him Brian didn't know who she was and he hardly cared. He just knew he looked terrible in orange.

"Mr. May what other names have you gone by?"

Brian looks down at her; she has mousey brown hair and soft green doe eyes that frame her face wonderfully. She has no makeup on and she's coated in freckles. She's forever stuck with a baby face. Her height doesn't help her, "Sir?" 

"My pseudonyms I guess they shall be called." Brian hums, "Well my first was Chris Mullens then I came back here and became Chris Milton this whore who couldn't keep her legs close had parents who paid me to marry their daughter but nothing ever came of it sadly…" Brian paused, "Then my third name was Alister Baker and I had a boyfriend named James but he left me for a baker." 

The woman scribbled it down eagerly. She wanted to get the scoop before anyone else, “Why did you pick male victims?”

“Well James, Sugar, and Spice are all broke and abused. It was easy to earn their trust and then just cave it in and smash it.”

The woman asks a few more questions, really trying to dig deep into Brian’s soul or what is left of it before he’s dragged back to the commons with the other prisoners. Brian looks over at a baby faced prisoner he looks very young, “What are you in for?” Brian asks.

The baby face man looks over and Brian’s heart sinks. This guy was hardly a man yet. He was about 14 or 12 Brian wasn’t good with age. The boy sniffles and wipes his face on his sleeve, “Come on kid what bad crime did you do to end up in an adult prison?”

“I killed my mama’s rapist.” the boy says softly, 

“Oh.. I’m Brian.”

“John.” was all he said before going to his sniffling and whimpers.

Brian walks over and hugs the boy tight, “Stay with me and I’ll keep you safe.”

John smiles warmly and thanks him. After that the two stay close to each other. Brian proudly calls John his prison bitch no other men try to mess with John thorough so that was a good thing.

And just like that fall turns into winter the leaves fall off and the years change. Emil was turning into a fine young man with dreams of becoming a forensic scientist. He was studying hard and working his way through high school, his step-siblings Declan and Casandra Taylor were good middle school students mostly Bs and Cs.

Emil stuffed his messanger back and took off by bike to the prison where he was allowed to interview one prisoner. He got someone named Brian May he didn’t know why the name was so familiar. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched.

He locked his bike up and entered the prison. He was put in a room with six guards, he digs out his notepad and recorder and a pen. A guard grunts at him seeing the pen.

Emil shrugs and keeps it under his leg. They bring in Mr. May and Emil froze. He remembers the curls how the man held his mother against the wall. The fear on his mother’s face made him seem so scared. Emil remembers digging through the chest in his mother’s closet and finds his father’s gun; he drags it out and points it up at them. Just like his toy guns he used to have he puts his finger on the trigger and pulls.

“You.” Emil’s voice cracks, his circle glasses slide down his nose.

“Good to see you grew into your skin.” Brian chuckles darkly.

Emil looks down at his arms in confusion, “You used to be so white.” Brian hums.

Emil shoots his head up realization hits him, “You racist!”

Brian laughs, “Ask your questions kid. We don’t have much time.”

Emil looks over at him and he’s graying softly and a few wrinkles are on his face, “Alright so..” Emil begins.

Emil does his hour long interview as he’s packing up and about to leave Brian calls out, “Emil.”

Emil turns around, “Yes?”

“Tell your mother he has the nicest ass around. It was so fun to watch him epbeg for me to stop, his pleas die out into whimpers as-“

Emil screams and slugs him in the jaw before being pulled off, “You sick bastard! I’m going to kill you!!” he kicks and squirms in the guard’s hold his bag fallen to the floor. Emil should’ve been arrested and put in a holding cell put on bail but he wasn’t maybe dating the warden’s daughter had it’s perks at times.

Emil is just kicked out, told not to box any other prisoners and is sent on his way. Emil pedals to his girlfriend’s home. The pain in his hand aches dully it hurts punching someone’s jawbone Emil only can hope he busted Brian’s jaw but he knows he doesn’t have the strength for that

Emil locks his bike up and knocks on the door. His girlfriend Beverly greets him warmly and gives him a chaste kiss. She brings him inside, “Why the long face?”

“The interview at the prison didn’t go well.” Emil huffs sitting down,

Beverly eyes him over looking for injuries, “What happened, love?”

Emil holds up his bruised fist, “I interviewed my mother’s abusive ex-boyfriend and he said some shit about my mom and I just lost it on him.”

Beverly patches up his fist and kisses it better, “You better go tell your mom what happened, love. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

Emil kisses her softly, “I’ll be back to see you later then, Bev. Love you.”

“Love you too, Emmy.” Beverly waves him goodbye as he bikes down the road. She shuts the door and sighs softly. What is she going to do with her dork of a boyfriend.

Emil shoves his bike into the garage. He felt better less angry now, he swings open the door leading into the kitchen, “Mom-“ he gags at the big black puffs of smoke coming from the oven. He turns it off immediately and opens the windows and back door.

“Mom!” Emil hollers louder.

Emil races up the stairs and into his mother’s room. Freddie was throwing up in the toilet he looked so pale. Emil calls his step-father from work something was wrong with mom and that didn’t even explain where his step-siblings are. Today wasn’t looking good at all.