"Do you have to do this?" Joey asked
"Yes." Corey said getting out the car.
Joey rolled his eyes, but got out too. He knew his husband was quite extreme when it came to doing drunk actions that would land them in trouble.
Corey smiled, leaning against the car, downing a couole bottles of water.
Joey shivered into his huge band hoodie.
Slipknot.
That's what the decided to name their band.
It was quite funny actuallt, Joey had auditioned and they had loved it, giving him an invitation to join. Joey accepted it, and they jammed for a while. Eventually the singer quit, and Joey jokingly suggested Corey to replace him, he didnt expect them all to agree, and he certainly didnt expect the powerful screams that Corey seemed to have. So Corey was hired. It was made up of nine guys. Sid, Joey himself, Paulie, Chris, Jim (which had been awkward at first until Corey actually apologised and Jim finally got a girlfriend), Craig (a friend of Coreys), Mick and Corey. And despite having blips in their friendship, Joey had come to find these guys as his brothers, except Corey of course. But the guys had been supportive of their relationship from day one and Joey loved it.
They just got back from the tour of their newly realsed third album, and damm had a lot happened in that time.
Corey had finally met his real dad, who turned out to never have abandoned him. They never became super tight but they seemed to get on well.
Corey had also, had his ups and downs. He began cutting himself for the previous record which worried Joey, as he seemed to be going fully insane, but little did Joey know that it would escalate to in fact during that tour, Corey would almost fall off the eighth story and try kill himself.
Soon after Corey tried to become clean, or well cleaner. Joey trying to support him without also taking in anything. Corey had finally also gotten help for his bipolar and cptsd which was a new diagnosis, but he wasnt surprised.
When they first started the suddenly had a lot of money, and a lot of drugs and women. It caused complications in their relationship at first because both Joey and Corey where fucking whoever was willing in sight, not that Joey was practically fond of women. They both cleaned up off the drugs at least, and confessed what they had done. They decided to stay together because both could admit, and honestly admit that they hadn't fucked anyone else sober nor tipsy and Joey even admitted to not even realising half the people he slept with were girls. And after a few angry days mainly surprisingly on Corey's half, agreed to slowly come off the drugs together.
They married shortly after they both gave up the hard stuff, in the September, both of them wearing black suits, and invited Joey's mom, Corey's grandma a couple of Corey's friends and the band only. It was a small wedding, but it was nice, and the two had pretty much been inseparable ever since.
"Look, you can stay here if it's going to upset you so much." Corey said playing with his wedding ring.
"No, I'll come, but please dont be too loud." Joey said quickly
Corey walked fowards towards the stone.
"Are you sure this is a good idea for you?" Joey asked
"Probely not. But right now Joey, I'm royally fucked up and since we are back, yes." Corey rolled his eyes
They stopped as Corey read the name out loud.
He got down on one knee placing the decaying Roses.
Joey sighed as he stood back, to allow his husband to do what he had to do.
"Hey, I know you probely dont remember me, but I'm Corey, Corey Taylor."
There was a silence, which Joey found really creepy, as there was no light par Joey's torch.
"I was your best friend if you dont remember."
Joey could hear the pain in Corey's voice
"You've passed on, which is surprising. Your dad found me and let me know. I wouldnt have expected it from you." Corey chuckled
Joey knew the chuckle was fake though, as he felt his chest hurt
"You probely still dont remember me. I was that ten year olds life you destroyed." Corey said
Joey could tell Corey was trying to suppress the tears
"And I dont forgive you. You fucking ruined my life, you made me hurt myself, you made me starve myself, you made me hate my body, you're the reason I tried to kill myself, got into drugs. You're everything that is wrong with the world. I dont forgive you for what you did to me." Corey started crying in the end.
Joey wanted to comfort him, but knew he shouldnt, not until he had finished
"I may be famous, everyone may like my voice, but you're the reason I still hate me, hate myself, you fucked up everything for me, I felt dead for so long because you took something in such a cruel way which wasnt yours to take." Corey sighed "you left me with those scars, internally and externally, in which I will never ever forgive you."
Joey felt himself crying.
"And I hope, I hope you fucking lived a shitty life once you burnt your house down. You may have tried to make everyone hate me, but we moved so the whole thing was stupid!" Corey whispered
And it left chills down Joey's spine
"I hope you suffer a fate worse than hell. A fate worse than having your skin torn. I hope you feel the pain, the suffering and the humiliation you forced me to feel!" Corey yelled "fuck you!"
Joey wiped his many tears as he watched his husband punch the dirt.
"Fuck you." Corey said before standing up "rest in peace motherfucker!"
Joey's eyes went wide as Corey started to pee on the grave.
"Corey oh my god! Stop!" Joey called
Corey ignored him and continued until he had finished.
He took one final look at the grave before spitting on it "you'll never be anything apart from the dirt I walk on." Wiping his tears with the back of his hand "fuck you!"
Joey wrapped his arms around Corey "come on." Joey said "let's get you home."
Corey nodded and got into the car as Joey drove to their home.
Their house was newer and a lot bigger than their apartment. Of course keeping to the same aesthetics.
"Itll be okay dear." Joey said
"I refuse to fear him anymore." Corey said picking up his husbands hand and kissing the ring "I love you."
Joey smiled "I love you too."
The end.
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