The Pain of Loving you •×(Corey Taylor Fanfiction)ו

Dead Memories

××Corey's P.O.V.×× {one of my favorite songs)
(This chapter holds Trigger ⚠Warning⚠ for: drug/alcohol abuse, and profanity. You have been ⚠warned.

I walked to the taco bell just across the road from the hospital and got a ton of fucking tacos and soft tacos and then two drinks. A large sweet tea for Sarah and a water with ice for me.
I was the one sent to get dinner as you can already tell. The streets weren't crazy being it was really late. I walked through the cold weather of Iowa and eventually made it to the hospital. I walked to the room and asked a nurse to open the door for me.
I walked into the room and set down the food and handed Sarah her drink.
"Food!" Sid yelped and snatched himself two taco's. I grabbed two and gave Sarah two. I helped her open them and put them in her hand so she could eat it.
I basically stuffed one of the taco's down my throat. I heard Sarah giggle a little.
My phone started ringing.
"Excuse me," I said setting my other taco down and walking into the hall. It was a unknown number, and that kinda scared me. I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hay, Corey. It's Scarlet."
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I....have a daughter. One that I haven't know or heard about until just now. Just how life works.
Chris walked out of the room.
"Aye, man. Do you know where the bathroom is?" He asked.
"No, but I got to go. Tell Sarah to call or text me when or if she needs me. I got to go," I said in a rush. Chris just nodded at me and I rushed out of the hospital.
I jumped into my car and drove to the location I had to pick up my kid and Scarlet. I hated doing this crap. But it would be better for my daughter. I needed to.
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"So, you want to get married?" I asked her. "For the sake of the child."
"Yes."
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I have already arranged getting married to Scarlet. I knew this was going to be bad once I got the vibe off of it. She isn't going to allow me to have Sarah around. Meaning I can't keep anyone away from her. I might just get drunk tonight and get yelled at. I see, she's already a horrible wife. But I'm doing this for my daughter. I got to keep saying that. I can't let her forget about me.
~•~•~•~•a few years latter•~•~•~•~•
I had to get out of that marriage. It didn't last long, but I have been married again. Not to Sarah, but to a girl I also loved. Her name is (a/n these women I am using in this story as his wives, aren't really who he married. I am just using different names and making them who I want because it a fucking fan fiction. Sorry for this disruption) Christina.
We have had a son, his names Griffin. He does look like me, I do my best at raising him.
I have a funny statement, ready? I haven't talked or seen Sarah in the past two years. But slipknot is coming out with a new album soon. Called: All hope is gone.
I just have to finish snuff. But I have no inspection for it. And I will have to come up with a whole new way of looking at it.
"DAD!" I heard Griffin yell.
"What?!" I didn't mean for it to come out that harsh.
"You don't have to be that mean with your son, Corey!" Christian said and helped Griffin with his backpack.
Did I mention, she has been mean as a snake for the past few months. I thought it was really sexy until she told me no sex. Not until she cools down and that's been 2 months.
I mean, I didn't mean to yell at Griffin, he just chose the wrong time to yell at me.
She gave me the fucking death glare, that was my job. At least back in the day it was.
"Sorry," I mumbled and looked down at my coffee.
"You better be fucking sorry!" she yelled at me.
"Shitty father. Come on Griffin, let's go," she mumbled the first part to herself. But I caught it. She walked out of the house with Griffin.
She is starting to ignore me and call me names. It all hurt beep inside because I love her. Nothing could stop me from loving her, but am I the only part of the relationship that shows love.
I get up and walk upstairs, I walk to, what used to be our room. But now its just hers. I close the door lightly and walk over to the bathroom that was added onto the room.
But I stop right were I was and turn around and face the bed. The first thing I noticed, both sides of the bed, the blanket's were open.
I walked closer to the bed and got on my knees. I leaned down and looked under the bed. Another male's clothes were tucked under. They weren't mine. Her clothes were thrown everywhere.
Could she be cheating on me?
No, I don't believe it.
The walk in closet door opened slightly. I got up and walked to it. A half dressed guy jumped out if it. He aimed for the window, but I caught him. I pressed him against the wall.
My eyes were full of anger, I held his neck and kept pressing him farther into the wall. I saw a tear run down the pricks face.
"Is she cheating in me with you?!" I asked. He looked a bit taken back.
"Answer me you dumb ass! Or I'll break your neck!" I said.
He nodded slightly. I felt my heart stop and I felt extremely weak. I dropped the guy.
"Get the fuck out of my house," I said. He did. I believe he jumped out the fucking window.
I on the other hand felt my heart break and all I could think about doing was getting waisted. And that's exactly what happened.