Emerson

Chapter 16.

Blaine's POV

I walk into the tattoo parlor hearing the bell ring as I open and shut the door. 

"Be out in a second." Jax's voice calls out from the back room. I look around checking out the familiar shop. I've been friends with Jax since middle school and helped him design his dream tattoo shop. I check out the drawings on the wall and a few pictures of his favorite tattoos he's done. One of them is the skull that dissolves into smoke, the tattoo of our mafia. 

Every member of our mafia has the tattoo somewhere on their body. Most of them have it on their arms or chests. I have mine on my left bicep. 

"What's up?" Jax comes out of the room and goes to the counter. 

"I was thinking of getting a new tattoo. What do you recommend?" I ask him leaning on the glass countertop. 

"I have the perfect idea." Jax walks over to his station and grabs his sketchbook. He flips through a few pages until he stops. He flips the book around showing me a sketch of a  demonic nun being turned into a monster thing. 

"I like it." I nod, I tend to like the creepier things Jax shows me. I only have one other tattoo besides the mafia one, it's a dragon on my right shoulder crawling onto my pec. 

"I can fit you in tomorrow for a 4-hour sesh." He offers. 

"Works for me. What time?" I ask. I have nothing going on but family crap which I will gladly skip. 

"11, black and white?" He asks me. 

"No, I want you to do it in complete neons," I say with a deadpan tone. 

"You're funny." Jax deadpans me back. We walk over to the counter so that he can put the appointment in. "I've heard a rumor about your family floating across the streets recently."

"What kinda rumor?" I ask. My family usually has rumors spiraling about everything we do. A few years ago there was a rumor floating around that Veronica was pregnant with my baby. In reality, I had gotten grounded and had to take her shopping while Atlas was working, she had to shop for a baby shower gift for her friend or sister. I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. 

"A rumor that you have a new little brother." He says. 

"It's true," I tell him. His head whips over to me in surprise. He's used to me debunking every rumor and I've never told him about Emerson. "I had a little brother before my parents divorced. He got kidnapped by our mom, she's in prison so now we have him." I explain to him. 

He nods before he gets a creepy smile on his face. 

"Can I meet him?" 

"If you stop smiling," I tell him. He immediately drops the smile but can't hold it back for long. Jax was always really happy, he was very similar to the golden retriever stereotype. "I'll text you when you can meet him. He's still adjusting to things back home. Jasmine didn't give him the best life." I tell him. 

He nods.  

"What have you been doing?" He asks me. 

"Family's in town to meet Emerson," I tell him. Jax has been around my family enough to know how much they annoy me. Always trying to hang out and be around each other. 

"Oh, so that's why you're here. Not to see me or get some more ink, you're escaping your family." Jax deducts. 

"No, I wanted another tattoo it just happens that it gives me a perfect reason to be out of the house," I tell him. 

"Sure." He rolls his eyes. The door's bell rings and we turn around to see a guy standing there. "Hey Tim, just give me a few minutes to get set up," Jax says, the guy nods and sits down in the corner on his phone. 

"I'll head out," I tell him walking out and hearing him yell something about tomorrow on my way out. I get in my car and head back to my house. I drive up the path to see a few cars waiting outside. God the family is already here. 

I park in the garage and sigh before getting out. I walk inside to see the adults sitting in the living room talking. 

"Blaine, could you go get Emerson from school?" Dad asks me. 

"Sure." Normally I would say no, but if I do that then the aunts will quiz me on my life. Emerson decided to go to school something about a project he needed to do. Dad let them all stay home because of the family, but Emerson insisted he go.

I drive to school and wait out front. Emerson's class should be over in a few minutes. I wait on my phone until I see him come out of the school. He spots me and comes over to the car getting into the passenger seat. 

"How was your day?" I ask Emerson as I drive us away from the school. 

"Fine." He says. 

"What did you do?" I ask him. 

"Work." He told me. 

"How did your project go?" 

"The girl wasn't even there. The only reason I went today was so that she didn't work on it by herself. At this rate, I'll finish the project before she even comes to school. You know how many times I've seen her since I started school. Twice. Only once was during our class." He ranted to me. 

"Sounds terrible," I remark. He continues to rant bout how terrible school is the entire way to the house. I learned that he was homeschooled and has never been to any public school. Apparently, he doesn't like it. 

I park the car and we both get out. We walk inside the house and go sit in the living room. Dad asks him how his day went, I thought he would have written something down or given him a hand motion but no. He went on a rant similar to the one in the car in front of all the adults in our family. 

Everyone looks surprised at him talking. 

"So not a good day," Dad tells him nodding to his rant. "We are gonna go out for dinner later tonight," Dad tells him and me. 

I rolled my eyes. I hate being trapped in a resturant with them especially the younger ones. All they do is cry and scream.