The rich kid tantrums

" You sore looser! It seems to me that you derive pleasure in making me look like a fool. This is third time our marriage ceremony has crashed and I have no one but you to blame." Said Emery as she badged into the living room of Mason who sat with his best Friend Mayor Gilberto Vicenza. She was wearing a wedding gown that looked unkempt and rough. It slid partly of her left shoulder exposing the dark patch of her areola.

" Manners my dear, Manners! How dare you come into my…"

" Shut up!" Said Emery, splashing the wine In her tumbler all over his face, throwing some of it on the white shirts of Gilberto Vicenza.

" Holy beans what a wild one." Exclaimed Vicenza as he sprang up in rage.

" Emery! What's all this? I give you all you want and you embarrass me in front of my friend!" Said Mason as he hurried to the back of his Friend to safeguard his head.

" All I need huh. You don't plan on getting married to me. All you do is make a show out of my life." She said and kept on walking after her Fiancé who was wise enough to keep circling around his friend for safety.

" Drop the glass cup my dear. Let's talk about this. You have been drinking too much and someone can get die." Said Gilberto whose eyes shone in fright as he was exposed to taking the heat from her rage.

" Stay out of this MR Man. I have been hurt for too long and I'm done holding it in. We are getting married now!" She shouted at the top of her energy drenched voice.

" We need a pastor to do that Emery." Stuttered Gilberto.

" You shall wed us. Right now and right here." She said and flipped open her fist, making visible, her diamond ring.

" Now? I'm not a pastor. I don't even go to church. How can I wed the both of you?" He said in a protest till she smacked the tumbler against the glossy table, leaving nothing but a scary weapon in her hands. Mason had seen enough. He pushed his friend forward to Emery, turned for the door and ran Off at full speed. While Gilberto managed to restrain himself from crashing into the killer circle of a drunk emery. He scampered around, got his bearing and dashed out of the room, running for his dear life.

" Get back here and wed us now!" She cried out as she staggered after both of them watching them escaping from her reach. She broke down crying.

" You can stop running now you promiscuous chimp. You pushed me to my death." Said Gilberto as he turned one last time before crashing down on the warm tarred street to catch his breath.

" My heart belongs to an old man. I would have died there had I not made the run for it. I knew you would be fine." Said Mason as he squat by the roadside, catching his breath and coughing vehemently from the stress of his escapade before realizing people had been starring at both him and his friend.

" What the hell are you all looking at. Haven't you all seen a man die on this streets a hundred times before." Said Mason as he stood up and began to dust of the dirt on his shorts. He realized he had just a leg of flip flop and also saw for the first time, that he had no shirts on.

" Oh hell. The beach? I'm going to the beach. You all leave us alone." Said Mason and clutched his hands in a fist wishing he had stood his ground against Emery. He was still in the rise of his tantrums when his eyes caught a familiar figure across the road.

" Oh my God. I know that body. Look over there Gilberto who do you see across the street with that young lady." He said as his eyes brightened, gazing angrily at the direction of the two ladies walking across the streets.

" Man! That's the towel lady from your failed marriage. Sorry I mean your failed wedding ceremony." Said Gilberto who was too privileged to Impress anyone by standing when he was as tired as stabbed cat.

" Exactly. Look at the manner in which she walks. So much energy to do nothing but harm an intending groom like me. You realize we almost got killed by Emery because of her don't you? I mean if she had allowed us to get wedded In peace then none of this would have happened.

" I'm just twenty four and still can't walk as fast as that old woman. Let's go give her a piece of our mind. We run this town and no one can ruin our occasion and go scot free." Said Gilberto and eventually stood up, heading straight for the ladies as if he was trying to fight a bull. His friend followed suit.

" Gilberto. Here you are. put on this facemask. Things may get mercy and we might be compelled to appropriate the old woman with a slap or four. We don't want these lowlifes making a meal out of us on YouTube. It's bad for your political reputation to." Said Mason as he took out a disposable mask from the window of nearby stall.

" You are right. Let's go."

" Well oh well, if it isn't the fat one. Where is the lie my good friend. It's she in fats and soul." Said Gilberto, intentionally stepping on the flip flops of the elder lady, causing her to turn with so much fury.