The next day, which was a Thursday I woke up feeling tired because I had spent half the night taking care of KG. It was a holiday though and it meant that I didn’t have to go to work and that’s the only thing that made things better. KG kept waking up in the middle of the night crying and every time that happened, I had to be a good friend and comfort him. He asked that I accompany him home where his parents lived. The Big Guy was a very cool guy and I imagined that there would be a lot of people at his funeral because of the good heart that he had.
I woke up and slowly removed KG’s arm off of my waist. His mouth was wide open and he was drooling. I just pressed his lips together and went to take a bath. He needed all the sleep he could get. As I was in the bath tub, I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes I found myself in a pool of blood. I was frightened by the scene and I jumped out of the bath tub only to find that I was hallucinating. I don’t know what that was about but it really freaked me out.
I wanted to go back to bed and sleep that day but I couldn’t because KG had taken over my bed. He slept like an acrobat! I just had to suck it up and find something to do that morning.
I went downstairs to join everyone else and I found Sihle and Kelebogile in the lounge having what seemed to be a very deep conversation. At the table I found Thobile and Zama also gossiping, they stopped talking when I walked in and gave me weird looks. In the kitchen I found Nigel and Lincoln. I greeted them and boiled the kettle to make myself some coffee. They didn’t reply in fact I found them looking at me like I had killed their parents. I was confused as to why they would give me that kind of attitude that early in the morning and I spent a few seconds trying to figure out what it was that they were mad about before asking them. “KG’s father passes away and you see that as an opportunity to jump into bed with him!” said Lincoln. I swear all hell broke loose when he said that. I didn’t believe that they actually thought that I was moving in on KG.
“Excuse me?” I said in reply to Lincoln. “You are disgusting man, that was really low of you” said Nigel. I never really pulled rank on anyone that lived in the house and they basically lived there almost for free. “Get the fuck out of my mother’s house! Both of you!” I said as I left the kitchen. I didn’t even wait to hear what they would say; all I knew is that I was tired of people reminding me how disgusting I was when I literally sacrificed my life to make sure that their needs are met. I also hated how it’s always the gay guy who felt the wrath when KG is the one that actually came to my room. I didn’t even sleep with KG but the fact that they thought that of me confirmed every stereotype there is about gay people. People look at us and automatically think we are whores or something of that nature. I really did not care what they had to say about KG being in my room; all I knew is that I wanted them out of my house, for good!
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