(Play me my whole life)
Honey? Wait a minute. She called me honey. She called me honey!' Jack repeated in his thought in apparent disbelief.
It was years ago when Emily last called him that. He was extremely touched by the affection the petname brought forth. He couldn't help staring at Emily with love, "Honey, honey, honey..."
Emily raised her glass for a toast and something flashed in her eyes, "Now that we're happy, I think we should at least celebrate with him. Let's offer this toast to him."
Of course, "him" meant Jacob.
Jack's passion was instantly shut down.
'Jacob! It's Goddamn Jacob again!' Jack cursed inwardly.
Emily noticed the change in his demeanor, like a light had died inside him. She then explained, "Rest assured. This is the last time I will ever utter his name in your presence. I promise I won't ever force you to do anything that involves him as well."
"Really?" Jack stared at Emily with wary eyes.
'Emily... You'll really let go of Jacob for me?' Jack thought in disbelief.
Emily knew that Jack, as always, misunderstood her intentions, but she didn't plan to explain anything to him. She just smiled gently while looking straight at him, "Starting tomorrow, I promise I'll let go of everything in the past."
"Okay, to Jacob and for our new beginning." Jack answered quickly for fear that Emily might have a change of heart in the next few moments. If a toast was all it took for Emily to forget about Jacob, he could have done ten.
They stood up, and made their way to the nearby picture of the deceased Jacob.
They rasied their glasses and toasted in his name. Before Emily's wine glass touched her lips, Jack reminded her, "Don't drink too much. It's not good for the baby."
Emily nodded passively, "Yeah, got it. Just a sip and nothing more."
After one or two sips, she added, "Thank you for taking care of me during this difficult time."
Jack felt warmth flood into his heart. 'Finally! You have begun to accept my love for you again...' Jack thought gleefully.
"I did all of this because I wanted to. I give only the best because I love you, Emily," Jack said.
He cast a hateful glance at Jacob's picture and quickly returned his gaze on Emily. He smiled grimly as he thought of something clever. "Let's drink with out arms crossed together like the newly weds, shall we?"
'Watch closely, Jacob. Emily is mine now. Forever! You must have been so pissed if you were alive. What a shame. You're dead now!' Jack was elated and lost in euphoria.
Jack knew that his request was unreasonable but just couldn't resist it. Emily stared at Jack, and a quick flash of sadness crossed her eyes, "Honey, let's not do that please. I don't want to disturb the dead," she said.
Jack melted under Emily's tenderness and decided not to push the idea, "Yeah, you're right. I'll definitely make you forget him. I will love you so much more than he ever did..."
"I believe you," she said. Emily's eyes were welling up as she continued, "Let's eat, then."
She reached out and took Jack's hand to lead him back to the dinner table.
"I cooked everything from scratch just for you. Please try them," she said after they took their seats.
Emily was particularly gentle and kind tonight. She even offered to put food on Jack's plate! Jack was really happy tonight, so he kept downing one glass of wine after another. Soon after, he was wasted.
"Emily, this is all real, right? I must be dreaming..."
Jack held her hand and repeated his question over and over. So great was his disbelief that this was all happening. 'If this is all a dream, just let me stay here forever, ' Jack begged in his mind.
Emily stared at his affectionate eyes passively. SHe pulled her hands back slowly, but this only prompted Jack to hold her even tighter. "Emily, I mean it. I love you, Emily. I love you so much I could die right now."
"You're drunk," she quipped.
"Hell yeah, I'm drunk," he murmured in response. Jack got her hand and placed it on his cheek and rubbed. "Emily I love you. I do. I really really do..."
"Me too," Emily said so suddenly and indifferently; it was like she was just talking about today's weather.
Boom! Jack felt like a lightning bold struck him square in the noggin. He forgot everything else and focused on that one thing in his drunken stupor. 'What did she say just now?
She said... Me too? Did she mean..
She must! She loves me too! I hope I'm right!' Jack felt his heart might skip a beat.
"Emily, are you playing me?" Jack squinted his eyes and stared at Emily intently. He slightly sobered up to say, "Then... Play me your whole life please, will you?"
Emily nodded slow and muttered, "Yes."
Actually, Emily only answered the former question. She was playing him since she would never like Jack anyway, in this life or the next.
As for playing him for his whole life? Emily didn't make such a promise because the prick didn't deserve it.
It was enough. Emily wouldn't waste her precious time to do such nonsense. Jack was so drunk that everything felt so perfect and surreal.
He felt like he was lying on a big, fluffy cloud. It was so soft but dangerous all at the same time as he could plummet to the ground. He had to be more careful.
It was dark outside. Emily called a servant to assist Jack up to his room as he was extremely drunk.
THe servant left the bedroom but Emily remained. She just stood there and stared at Jack hatefully with the jaws of resentment spread violently in her thoughts. Emily felt that anytime a monster was going to run out of her body and let loose.
"Two months have passed..." Emily said to herself. She then slapped Jack's face lightly. "Hey Jack, are you awake?" Emily asked inquisitvely.
Jack woke up a bit and proceeded to pin Emily into his arms tightly, "Don't go, Emily. Stay with me please..."
Emily didn't have time to react, so she was forced to lie down on the same bed with Jack. She struggled greatly but was ultimately unsuccessful in getting free. "I can't breathe..." she whimpered. Jack heard this and loosened up a little, as he rested his chin on her shoulder to smell her unique fragrance.
"Emily, I love you... You are so perfect..." Jack slurred.
Emily felt so contemptous, but she could only simmer and wait for him to fall asleep again. Then when she realized he had fallen asleep, she pulled his hand away slowly and took a deep breath.
Emily got something from her pocket. As she opened her palm, it revealed to be a razor sharp dagger. She got it from the boy who came across her car on the day she was waiting for Jack. It was actually Magee who had prepared it for her.
Emily didn't disclose her plan to Magee, and instead lied to him, saying that she was afraid that Jack might force himself on her and she needed some self-protection. Magee ate it all up and helped her procure a dagger.
But Magee didn't know that Jack would never force Emily to do something she didn't want to, unless it concerned leaving him. So Emily's aim for possessing the dagger was far more nefarious.
Emily wanted to kill Jack.
She had tolerated everything for such a long time, hoping Jack would let down his guard. Now, it was time for her revenge.
'Jacob, I'll be able to avenge your death soon, ' Emily thought in her mind.
Emily felt her heart surrounded by the fires of hatred. Her hand holding the dagger was quivering. In the next second, she struck, aiming directly at Jack's heart!