Cain & Adrian Sallow

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The last few months has been leading up to this and it couldn't be more perfect. Everything is how I wanted it, plus things Cain wanted obviously. I'm really happy with everything.

It started off as just looking at magazines the first week, then a wedding planner. They helped pick out a color scheme. Cain loved my idea of having the wedding out in the woods where is parents was married. The planners said we needed to set a date and get the invitations out to the guest list. So we made a guest list and and sent out the cards.

The girl, Jasmine, took Cain to a flower shop. That failed then she took both of us and we (aka me) picked out lovely types of flowers. Stephanotis floribunda with some freesia and larkspur for the tables. The aisle will be covered in Buttercups, Carnations, Dahlias, and Transvaal daisy's. The arch will have Bouvardias, Ozothamnus diosmifolius, Ruscus, Gardenias, and Bog arums covering it.

There will not be any groomsmen or bridesmaids we are just going to have Lora and Alex walk me up the aisle, they will stand off to the sides with a Bouquet of Silver ragworts and lilacs. Mine will have St. John's worts (my favorite) with yellow roses, Lily of the valleys and white Freesias. Cain said he didn't want a bouquet so in his pocket he will have white Prairie gentians.

We went cake shopping with Lora and although we ate a lot of cake we finally settled on a vanilla caramel cake. She also help us find a catering company. The male planner, Josh, said that he could help us figure out the seating arrangements. We are just going to hold the reception in the backyard. After the seating chart was made we figured it was time to tell my parents.

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"I wanted to tell you that you're only son is done with you and marring the love of his life, that's a guy." I look at him, meeting his eyes.

"You're what?!" My dad yelled at me through the phone. His eyes are budge and he hits the plastic window. I try not to flinch but it doesn't matter because my dad isn't paying attention to me and is cussing me and threatening to kill me.

"Actually that's not what I came here for." I say calmly to him. Me not being silent catchers his attention. "I came here to say two things." I hold my ground with him and meet his eyes. "You don't scare me anymore and," I flick him off, "fuck you." I say and get up walking out. I hear him yelling empty threats and hitting whatever he can.

When I walk out, I give a huge smile to Cain. He walks over and hugs me tightly, slightly concerned.

"Next." I say pulling away from him and walking to the female inmates visiting room.

"I'm getting married." I say as she sits down and picks up the phone.

"Should I care?" She says not really caring. She has a black eye and no makeup on. Let's just say she looks like shit.

"I talked to him too." I say to her. She just shrugs. "I'm marrying a man, the love of my life. And if you have a problem with it you can't do anything about it."

"Are you coming for an apology?" She finally looks at me. "Or is it pity." She scoffs, "maybe even closure." She shakes her head. " you're not getting an apology from me. It was your fault. You should pity me. Locked up in this dump getting hit around because of 'abusing my innocent son'. Bullshit. You. Are. Trash. Useless. Stupid. Gay. Unholy."

"You don't have power over me anymore. I say to her. "I will forever hate you, but you will never be able to affect me or my family that I WILL build with this man." I get up and pause before walking out. "You are a horrible person. A horrible horrible person and you deserve everything you will get in that cell. Everything you did to me is coming back to you. Nobody will help you. Not even you husband you so desperately want to please. Nor will your fake church. Or your fake god. You will die knowing that nobody loves you and that you earned everything you will get. Fuck you." With that I leave a crying woman, that means nothing to me, there to rot where she belongs.

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