Black Wedding - A Tale of Unhappiness

Chapter Eleven

"This was a mistake you know that, I mean even our wedding was a fuck up." Emerson sighs, he felt ashamed.

"I think worse weddings have occurred." Jack responded, not getting the point.

"You know we could have had a girlfriend by now if we tried. Like it's not that hard, we gave up too easily." He continued.

"Yeah, I guess." Jack shrugged. "Maybe you're right."

Emerson sighs once more and finishes his meal. He takes a sip of water and that's when it hits him. "Hold on, I'm going to head into the restroom."

He grabs his purse and rushes off into the bathroom. Jack thinks nothing of it and continues to eat.

Emerson frantically pulls out black lipstick out of his purse. He quickly glides it on his lips then proceeds to apply eyeshadow and eyeliner. He somehow had done this rather quickly, sure not the cleanest looking but good enough.

He clips back on some earrings and ruffles up his hair again, once finished, he headed back out to the table.

"Hey." He slides back down.

"What?! I thought I told you to take that off!" Jack said, surprised that he had managed to put makeup on again.

"Babe I'm not myself without it." He shrugs, not really giving a shit.

"No, you are not yourself with makeup." Jack points out.

"Well I gotta get back to being your wife at some point!" He giggles. "After all, can't have your eyes straying off at other women."

Jack is back to feeling weirded out again, he starts to feel irriated that he is being embarrassed with a fuck of a wife in public. He doesn't know what to think, luckily their lunch is over and Jack just places a few bills on the table for tip and gestures Em to get up.

The couple gets back in the car and start driving back to the apartment, the traffic jam had cleared up and they were able to get home without any issue.

Em locks the door behind them and Jack plops down on the couch.

"Could you not be a faggot for at least one hour?!" Jack starts to lose his temper.

"Now dear, I can't be forgetting why I married you." Em stated. "I'm getting a soda, you want anything?"

"A beer will do." Jack sighs, Em heads into the kitchen and hands him a bottle. Em sits next to him with a can of soda.

"Now Emerson, I wanted to just be friends for longer than 30 minutes. I can't be seen in public with you!" Jack raised his voice. "You know I have a reputation!"

"oooOOOO Jackie boy is afraid of being seen with his cute queer wife!" Em started to mock him.

"STOP CALLING YOURSELF MY WIFE!" Jack screamed at him. "YOU ARE NOT-"

"Oh shut up, yes I am you blonde idiot." Em rolled his eyes. He decided not to drink his soda and just to put it down. Jack was already starting his drunk rage again.

"Look! Can we just be normal!?" Jack pleaded, flailing his arms.

"No, we are in a queer relationship. Cry about it Barbie." Em gave him the middle finger. Despite their marriage, one thing never changed. Em still liked fucking with him.

"DON'T CALL ME BARBIE!!" Jack yelled, this time actually starting to frighten Em.

Despite that, Em continued to shout back. " BARBIE DOLL JALE, YOU ARE A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WOR-"

"SHUT UP YOU TRANS WHORE!" Jack slapped Em so hard that he fell down to the floor. "YOU WANT TO BE MY WIFE!? THEN YOU ARE FORCED TO BE A GIRL!!"

"Wha-a?" Em started to cry from the violence, he was already mentally unstable but his will to fight was long gone. He had already admitted defeat. "Ye-yes sir."

It could have ended at that but of course, the blonde idiot was drunk and he contiued. "I AM GOING TO TREAT YOU LIKE A GIRL THEN!!" Jack grabbed.......him by the hair and shoved him down on the couch.

Pushing his left arm down on him, Jack proceeded to rape him. Em did nothing to stop him, all he did was just to try to push him a bit if he was hurting him too hard. However due to his drunkeness it only lasted five minutes and finished on him.

He continued to hit him until he got up and stormed off to the bathroom.

Em started to cry on the couch, he was bruised up, his face hurt, his back was in pain and of course the pain of being furiously raped without foreplay also didn't help at all.

The simple crying turned into sobbing, he pulled a nearby blanket over him and hid under it. Jack continued to cuss out loud in the bathroom. "I HATE BEING MARRIED TO A FAG LIKE YOU!" He would say.

Soon Jack came out of the bathroom and saw Em hiding under the blanket. He decided to go take a migraine pill and sit back down.

"I am going to address you as 'she' now, you got it? You want to be my wife so fucking bad then I am treating you like one." Jack, still angered, had ruled out to him.

"Oh-ok-okay." Em couldn't speak correctly, he was too frazzled.

"When your asshole decides to stop hurting, you're taking care of laundry." Jack got back up and grabbed his car keys. "I am going to buy you more acceptable female clothes than these shitty femboy, goth girl shit you've got going on." He headed out the door to the store.