MERRY CHRISTMAS DEAR READERS HOPE YOU ENJOY EVEN THOUGH CORONA IS AN ASSHOLE 😉😉😘😘😏😏😏😁😁🤩🤩
She handed his ring to Blake and he looked like he was going to faint or vomit, he did neither. While the man mother fell to the ground and his father weep with her Blake turned to em crying on my shoulder, i couldnt help but comfort him. When he calmed down the doctor pulled me aside.
“Hi.”
“Your Zachery , starting next week right?”
“Y-Yeah how did you?”
“They are setting you up next to me`the head nurse has been practically counting down the days. I guess the universe decided to bring you in early, I wish it was under better circumstances though.”
“Me too. First day in London and this happens. I literally just got off the plane three hours ago.”
“Oh well, that is something. I look forward to seeing you Monday.”
She walked away and I went back over to Blake.
“You ok, i can drive you home if you like.”
“C-Can You stay with me. I know I'm asking a stranger to stay with me but I don't have anyone else.”
“I need to feed Milam first.’
‘ok>’
We stopped by and I fed Milam and made sure she had enough food for tomorrow as well. We went to his house and that's where I saw the pictures. It looked like a happy home. They were happy. I sat in the living room while Blake just sat and looked through albums.
“We have been together since kindergarten. We went to high school together, university. He was always there, when my parents died, he was there, when my brother died, he was there, when my sister died he was there, when our daughter died he was the one put together.”
“your daughter?”
“We adopted a few years ago, after she died we downsized. She was four. HE always wanted kids, I didnt but I grew to love her, then there was a school shooting. There has been so much death around me but I always had Evan, now he is gone, and im here in this house alone.”
“I know how you feel. I've had death around me too and now i'm in london alone, but we both have to pull through.”
“What was it like in america.”
“It sucked so don't think of going there for a pity vacation.”
He laughed dryly and leaned back.
“Can you still tell me, I mean those tattoos have to have a story behind them.”
“It's a sad and scary one story you don't want to know.”
“ I do, take my mind off of.. Well you know.”
“Well I was young, dumb an in love, I got in with some sketchy people and ended up getting tattoos..”
“You suck at stories. What were you in a gang called the ..jokers?”
“No. I was the gangs doctor, I worked exclusively for them, one night I was doing my rounds the leader comes in shot while no one is there and forces me to operate on him. He stalked me, after a while I gave in, we dated, I got swept off my feet then things got sour when he made me kill a businessman that hit on me at a restaurant. Hell, I had my own personalized gun. After that I was traumatized and ran away. HE found me again and dragged my ass back to New York. He knocked me out and tattooed me, for the third time, then I resumed to being his doc until we were both so unhappy we found common ground. He let me go, and I said goodbye. I said goodbye today and got on the plane, left New York, my sister, my niece and here I am. As i was sitting in my apartments a snack came to my door looking for his husband.”
“Whats a snack.”
“A handsome man. Well you know the rest, believe it or not my hair was pink i just finished doing it when you came.”
He began laughing his ass off like he couldnt breath all while coughing as well.
“Shut up.”
“”P-Pink? Why?”
“My ex called himself joker and everyone called me Quinn like Harley Quinn, so there went the hair.”
“SO you're telling me you let a kingpin tattoo you unwillingly three times, dye your hair and kidnap you?”
“Like I said I was a dumb ass, and love is blind.”
“I'm sorry but you made me feel much better about my life. Oh lord, I can't breathe. Why do our lives suck? My family is dead, you killed a man.”
“A Few but the businessman was the last.”
“Ok you're a killer and I'm an accused manipulator, we suck.”
“Yup.”
We both started laughing, despite someone being dead, we were laughing, i have been through so much chit, we definitely deserve a good few laughs. Unfortunately our lives suck so of course there was a knock at the door. It was the parents who pushed past him and walked in.
“You bastard, my baby boy is dead because of you.”
“Its your fault, you were the ones that stressed him out, i had to find out from your neighbor that he was upset and that he ran off.”
His father gave him one punch to the gut and another to the face, as he went down the father was ready to kick him when i poked him with a kitchen knife.
“Touch him one more time and you will have to get stitched up by yours truly. I'm really handy with a knife.”
“Fuck off this isnt your fight.”
“It isn't but you have no right, you are just an old sad excuse of a man, a father, a husband and a human being. This is the man your boy loved from beginning to end. SO many people would have taken advantage of him but one minute in this place you can see that is not the place. I don't know your boy but i know this isn't what he would have wanted. Look at you, picking on grieving men when your wife is over there looking sick to her stomach. Leave, I don't want to see you until funeral arrangements. Your a big guy, I'm a small guy, when self defense comes into play who are they going to believe started it first especially when I was the one who told you first that he wasn't going to make it.”
The man backed off and began sobbing. He ran out the door while dragging his wife by the arm. I locked the door and turned to Blake.
“You ok.”
“How can you do that?”
“DO what?”
“Stand up to people like him, he is huge and your small.”
“My ex was bigger than him and ive told him to fuck off time and time again, plus i sew up gangsters for a living you think they didnt threaten me when i told them i wouldnt give them more painkillers.”
I helped Blake onto his feet and sat him down on the couch.
“You ok?”
“I had an older brother and I've been hit harder.”
I lifted up his shirt to see if a bruise was going to form. I got some ice for them.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Did you ever regret it?”
“What?”
“Killing?”
“Off the record.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn't see them as people really. Not people with personalities, feelings ,family. I saw them as something to get through to. Like when you have a friend and you're both going for a prize, your parents want you to beat them, to see them as an obstacle. That's what they were to me, an obstacle, nothing more nothing less. When I killed them he loved me more, trusted me more. They were just obstacles.”
“What changed with the businessman.”
“I thought joker was fair, that whatever the guys who he put to me had done was pretty bad and they deserved it. But the businessman just hit on me. Joker made me kill him because of his possessiveness and his jealousy. I talked to the man, I knew him for however many seconds. He was just lonely.”
“Your right you were dumb.”
I playfully punched him in the side and laid down on the couch.
“You gonna take some time off?”
“No,i would just mope, John never let me mope.”
“Well I'm your new john and I won't let you mope.”
He looked at me confused.
“Not like that, I meant I won't let you get depressed.”
“I know. Are you ok, you know mentally.”
“He wouldn't be the first patient I lost.”
“I think you're my second best friend, sorry I married the first.”
He laughed dryly as I went into the kitchen and began making glue with what was there. I forgot how much I loved to cook. I made fried chicken with salad, chopping was so satisfying I couldn't stop. When he saw the salad his face scrunched up.
“Dont make me act like a mother.”
“Aren't you american supposed to be in love with junk food?”
“There has to be a balance, how do you think i've kept up the well built physique.”
He looked at me from top to bottom and started laughing his ass off.”
“Fuck you man fuck you.”
I slid him his plate and curled up on the couch. HE reached under the coffee table and pulled out a piece of paper.
“What's that?”
“His funeral preparations. He had this weird feeling with lawyers sure I got him to file his damn will but not this. He loved silver and yellow.
Dear Blake you dumb ass , trusting husband of mine, if you out live me which is unlikely considering your a bloody carnivore i would like a shiny silver casket. I don't care where I'm buried as long as I'm in a bright yellow suit I want to make the sun jealous. You know how i like my hair and all but for god sakes don't let me bother pick my outfit. Ill go out looking like the fucking grim reaper. I want yellow flowers, I don't care if they are aroused or hell sun flowers. Scratch that. I want sunflowers. I hope in my last moments I can flip off the sun. I want a funeral outside, if you can move me put my hand in a flipping off mood. You know how much I hate the sun. That's all I want , oh and leave my wedding ring on. It was one of the best flips in my life. I used to think i could never trust anyone but you showed me there is still good, that i could get ,married without looking over my shoulder or worrying. I hope you move on you big cry baby. I'm supposed to be the sensitive one and I'm not going to be there to cradle you anymore. It's ok to move on, with someone you trust of course and that isn't scared of spiders. See you on the other side love.
Loving Your Evan everyone else's John.
“I think i would have liked him. But what with the two names?”
“His grandfather was Jonathan and his first name is john. His grandfather used to try and beat the devil outta him because he had autism. He hated his name so he changed his name a few years ago, everyone still calls him John but I call him Evan because legally and spiritually that his mane.”
“You're going to make me cry now. I really want to know him.”
I began sobbing just thinking what good friends we could have been picking on Blake and laughing or passing off. Blake began crying too.
“Oh you motherfucker look what you've done to me i was keeping my cool for so long ya big teddy bear your making me soft. This is the worst day ever.”
He crawled over to me while still sobbing and leaned on my shoulder.
“We are never telling anyone about this because we are being babies right now.”
“You're c-crying into your salad.”
“I k-knoooooowww”
We were like that or hours, eventually we just sat and watched sad movies while eating ice cream, fuck if i get fat i deserve to let don y walls.
“Welcome to London.”
“Fuck London.”
“You love that word don't you?”
“Yeah.”
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