Buns Byers [18+ ONLY]

1. Introduction

Mike Byers:

"If you don't answer my questions, you will get charged for 1st degree murder, you do understand that right?! Tell me everything you can remember about working with the models at Whilhemina, why was your finger prints found in the owner's property days before he was found dead?" Dr Salus Smith interrogated me. He was a psychologist. He looked at me intently as I was tell the story.
I was a little shocked because I remembered myself being happy having a man in my life, how did everything turn so bad?

" Well, if you must know? My story starts with Patrick. He was my former boyfriend, or should I say my ex-best friend, and my worst enermy... He was a very sexy man, I won't lie. He had everything I liked in a human being." I told him. The doctor nodded for me to continue.

" Before he was my first love, he used to be my fantasy, then he gradually became my dream come true... Now he is my worst nightmare. Those are the only thoughts I can think of, when I think about him.

His sexiness wasn't anything that was out of this world or anything too superficial. He seemed very common and basic, when you didn't know him... Until you got to know his alluring nature and how big of an ego he carried.

When I talk about ego I am referring to what Beyoncé talked about when she said, 'It's too big, it's too wide, it's too strong, it won't fit...'

His sense of worth was literally determined by it... It is the same thing that gave him courage to be the biggest dick you would ever see. He knew that he was captivating... He then used it as a way to attract his preys. Maybe I was his only prey.

"Touch here?" He would inform me. He was showing me something in his pocket. I touched in oblivion, until I realised that he was making me touch the hardness of his shaft.

Ironically, I knew that I should have removed my hands from it, but I didn't. I didn't. I just allowed myself to touch that hard throbbing shaft and loved the feeling of it.

"You want to taste it?" He asked further...

As tempting as that was, I had to decline.

"N-no, I-I'm not gay." I stated, stuttering. We were both eighteen and in our senior year by this time. He was always crude like that, maybe he was exposed to a lot of sex in his life...

"You're a lier, you're a fucking faggot! The way you were touching me right now, says it all..." He said, judging me with his eyes.

"No! I'm not!" I said, feeling offended.

"Yes, you're! Look at the swooning eyes you're making right now?!" He said staring right through my orbs."You wanna take this dick!" He finished.

That's who he was though, he liked saying stuff like that, making me upset.

I kept quiet, I did not respond. I think he could see the scowl on my face. He started laughing and saying that he was only joking, but I knew he didn't mean it. He would apologize just fuck with me again. That was part of his horrible personality, as fucked up as it was, he was still the only person I had in my life.

I knew him from when we were kids... He lived on the opposite side of my home. He was my only and last friend I had in West Englewood.

My parents were never in the house. I think they thought I could manage everything by myself, or my friend was enough to keep me company, when they were not around.

But, I wasn't... especially hitting puberty and realising that I had a huge crush on him and his maniac mannerisms.

Our community had all these sets of principles that one needed to consider if they needed respect... especially if you are a male person.
But for me, I never took any of it seriously... Until I got mocked for embracing my softness, passiveness and flamboyance.

I still had to grow through those emotions alone, with no one to help me through my self-discovery, besides Patrick who as you can tell, he was pretty horrible at it.

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I always took the bus in morning, to go to school with Patrick.

Some boys from school saw us travelling together all the time, to go to school and they thought that we were boyfriends, me being introverted and awkward and Patrick being extroverted and cool, meant that he was a heterosexual trying to be homosexual because he hung around with the likes of me.

To them I was just a gay kid that deserves to be ghosted and watched all the time.

Him having few friends of his own didn't make a difference, the fact that they saw him with me was very telling...

Isn't it weird that some people would find the concept of sexuality fascinating for them? They always care on who is what or what is what... Whereas you don't even give a fuck if they exist or they don't.

Patrick was bothered by those rumours though... He started abandoning me every morning... When we had to go to school and he even abandoned me at school, he took an alternative transport to go to school.

He wanted to still hangout with me on the afternoons though, at home where no one could see us.

It was not enough, that also his mother was listening the rumours and warning him that I was not safe to be his friend...

On the day, before I left Englewood. That's the day I actually decided to give in to Patrick's temptation for the first time.

I was so mad at him because he made fun of me at school, he hung out with the same people that were taunting me. It was the last day of our end of year exams. I saw him hanging with his friends as I approached I noticed that he was talking about me.

He was telling his friends that I was too gay to be his friend... They were laughing and they laughed harder when they saw me.

When he also noticed me, the look of guilt crept on his face, he tried to act casual like it did not bother him.

I ran home, I was crying and feeling all these emotions of self-pity. I felt his abandonedment, not only was he gossiping about me, he was the one person that always used to bash me for what he thought I could control.

I felt so alone...

I was thinking that, that day was the last day I was going to live on this horrible earth. I was thinking that it was all going to end because I knew for a fact that maybe I was never going to see Patrick again. Our friendship was dead... "