Black Wedding - A Tale of Unhappiness

Chapter Eight

Jack continued to drive back to their apartment. Emerson sat quietly, makeup and tears streaming from his face.

"Emerson you have to promise me not to run away and cut yourself like that again." Jack sighed. "That's not fucking funny."

"Kinda was." Em softly smiled.

"No it's not, stop that."

"You thought it was hot, didn't you?" Em started to flirt.

"No, of course not." Jack rolled his eyes. "The fuck made you think that was hot?"

"A sad emo with tears and cuts, oh and you came around to save me and swooped me away. That's kinda hot." Em pointed out.

"You could say that." Jack gave it some thought.

Em laid back and Jack just kept his eyes on the road. The eventually returned home to their apartment. Once inside Jack made a trip to the restroom while Emerson decided to wash his face clean in the kitchen.

Jack come out of the bathroom and saw Emerson sitting on the couch, hiding under a blanket on his phone. His makeup was all gone and it was a welcome surprise for Jack, considering Em had wore makeup a little TOO often.

"Emerson, we need to talk......did you wash your face?"

"Yes, I did. " He dryly responded.

"Oh..you look like my friend again." Jack sighed and sat next to him.

"Don't worry, you'll get your wife soon enough." Em didn't even bother to look at Jack.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about that. Clearly you're very mental and you having this cross dressing act isn't doing you any favors. You're cutting yourself, your acting insane and I bet you are very upset about your life and how it didn't turn out the way you wanted." Jack continued. "You need help bud."

"Cross dressing is fun, you should try it once in a while." Em chuckled. "Yes I know I have mental problems, but they'll go away."

"Clearly not, mister imma cut myself and cry in public." Jack said.

Em felt embarrassed but annoyed as well, he got up and went to the other room. "Whatever."

The door closed and Jack sighed. This was taking a toll on him and he really hoped he wouldn't die of a heartattack before he even turned 30.

Jack got up and knocked at the bedroom door. "Em, can I please come in?"

He opened the door, his eyes red and puffy. He had that same look from earlier. "What?"

"Look, I'm sorry I came off too harsh but you know I care about you. I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Why do you care?" He started to snap. "I bet you'd rather have me DEAD so you can go on and live your life!" He shouted.

"We had no life!" Jack shouted back.

"You did, with that one girl but then your dumbass screwed things up and now your married to me!"

Jack took a step back. "Now hold on-"

"You had at least a fucking chance you blonde jackass! But noooOOOOO you had to be in the shit with me! Me! Do you know why I'm in the shit?!" Em continued to rant.

"I'm fucking locking up all the knives and IM cooking from now on until you mentally get better. You're sounding insane!" Jack put down.

"You just think me not cutting myself I will get better?!" Em continued. "You made a fucking mistake marrying me and you know what you COULD have a had a good life. Maybe just leave ME be the single lonely one and then I would have committed suicide and you, Mitchell and Soren could have been totally happy without me!" Em slammed the door.

Jack clenched his fists, he punched the blender that was on the counter and shouted. "GOD! YOURE SO DIFFICULT!"