Beautiful Lies

Chapter Eighteen: The Memories II

The next angsty flashback has arrived!!!! Prepare to cry!! Enjoy!-😈

Emile decided to send his parents a letter, apologizing and wishing they could meet in person, but he was rather busy right now. Patton was ecstatic, immediately turning around and hugging him.

"Thank you so much for staying, Emi!" He said, peppering his face with kisses. Emile smiled, but it was a little sad as he hugged him back. "You're so sweet, I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"You're welcome. I love you too." 

Patton continued to stall. Everytime Emile called him out on not letting him leave, Patton kept insisting it was entirely unfounded and untrue and that Emile chose it. Eventually, he started to believe it. It wasn't worth the fight anymore.

For Emile's sixteenth birthday, they went to visit his parents, Patton finally giving in to Emile's insenint begging and pleading, just to see his parents, at least once.

Unfortunately, it was not entirely for Emile's benefit. While there, Patton spent some time alone with Emile's parents. Emile had been asleep, unable to know of his partner's plans.

When they got back the next day, Patton told him they didn't want to see him again. Emile's heart broke again, but he never knew Patton to lie.

It was a few days later that it got quite a bit worse. In full view of the public, Patton proposed to Emile. It felt too soon for Emile. He was sixteen, Patton was eighteen, it felt wrong. Emile felt he should have been at least eighteen. But how could he say no, when a crowd of people watched, and his love was staring at him hopefully?

Patton's mother was thrilled, hosting the wedding, declaring it her last gift before she died, though she was 49 and obviously had long to live. Wedding planning was calm, even though Emile felt highly anxious.

"Can I invite my parents? I know they probably don't want to see me but it's worth a shot isn't it?" Emile asked quietly. Patton kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair back as he took the pen away from Emile, and scratched out their names on the invitation list.

"Now Emi, you know I adore your parents, but you know what they said. Just let me plan the guest list alright, don't you worry about a single thing in that pretty little head of yours," he said sweetly. Emile exhaled and sighed, caving to Patton as he always did.

The wedding was a grand affair, magnificent and beautiful. Emile did enjoy it, of course he did. He was committing to spending the rest of his life with the person he loved. How could he not enjoy it?

But there was some underlying fear that he got caught up in something he couldn't control. That fear was not unfounded. The wedding night was terrifying. He didn't want to do anything. Not yet. He simply didn't feel ready.

"It's alright Emi, I'll guide you through it."

"But I don't-"

"Shush now dear. I know best."

Patton took advantage of that. He just kept taking advantage of Emile's lack of readiness and nerves. Emile felt like crying for the next two weeks straight. But that wasn't anywhere close to what was going to begin.

Patton had started changing. Only slightly of course, but enough for it to be frightening. He was quicker to upset, quicker to anger. And he certainly did not like how Emile burst into tears every time he saw him, unable to remove the unwanted memory from his mind.

"Why are you always crying?" Patton asked. Emile tried to choke back his tears, but he couldn't help crying harder.  Patton held Emile close, kissing his forehead, as Emile sobbed even harder. Patton glanced down at Emile's stomach. "Is your stomach bigger?" Fresh tears sprung from Emile's eyes as Patton sighed in frustration, more angry.  "Why can't you ever be happy for us?" Patton lamented.

Emile cried even harder. He wasn't trying to. It was just so terrible, he didn't want to, he didn't need to, and it all hurt, god why couldn't Patton leave him alone. But he didn't want to be alone; he just wanted to stop hearing the blame rain down on his ears. He couldn't stand the concept of being a parent at sixteen and Patton always made him feel bad because he didn't want to, but it wasn't fair, he wasn't getting pregnant, Emile was. And Emile knew that was selfish, but it was too upsetting to process any other way.

Much to Emile's relief, it was just a fluke. Patton had been disappointed, obviously, but he couldn't change that. The house sunk into a comfortable silence.

But that soon turned to frustration.

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, and the sky beautiful. Normally, Emile would be outside, but the fear of being alone to face anyone's wrath was terrifying. The shouts of Medea and Patton echoed through the family wing, the pair causing Emile to shake, not wanting to be on the end of either's rage. Instead, he read a book quietly, praying for it all to pass, for it all to fade into nothing. Instead, the voices approached, growing louder and louder. Emile tried to calm himself, when suddenly the door slammed open and shut. Patton appeared, furious and pacing. Emile gasped at the mark on Patton's face that suggested that he had been more than participating in the argument. He rushed towards him, gently touching his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Here, I'll get some ice and-'

"You shut up!" Patton snapped. Emile froze, stopping where he stood. "This is your fault!"

Emile stared at him, as Patton ranted, waving his hands in the air. This would pass. Eventually. It always did.

"You just couldn't get pregnant could you? You just HAD to hope you weren't. Well you aren't, congratulations, and now this happened!" He snapped, pointing at his red cheek. "Thanks for getting me hurt, I really appreciate it Emi!"

"I didn't mean to, I- '' Emile apologized, before an explosion of sound echoed in his ears.

"SHUT UP!" Patton screamed, the tone reaching its peak. Emile's eyes went wide with fear and he went completely silent, sitting on the bed timidly, fiddling with his hands. He looked at Patton, who seemed to be a being of pure rage.

Patton seemed to tower over him, though he was barely an inch taller. It was funny, they were finally equals in height, but Patton loomed over him without trying, as the helplessness pulled him in.

Shakily, he tried to open up his book again, trying to calm down. The book went flying from his hands. Patton glared at him as he yelped.  "You watch me. Don't you dare look away." Emile looked at him and nodded silently, frightened. Patton glared coldly. "You listen to me, understand? No more messing around, or pussyfooting around problems, you do what I say. Maybe for once you won't ruin everything."

Patton left without letting Emile respond. Of course, he came back later, with an apology and the usual I love you's and please forgive me's and it's' just because I was upset you know's and it's really your fault, I don't know why you're so upset's. Emile forgave him, but a seed had planted in his head. A seed of doubt, that wasn't so sure of what was happening.