On Monday morning I woke up feeling happy and excited because I was finally going to see Lincoln since the last time I saw him at the back of an ambulance van.
I woke up, took a shower and prepared to go to the hospital in Johannesburg where he had arrived the previous night. KG was fast asleep and I wanted to leave him behind because I don’t like waking people up, especially because he looked very peaceful. As soon as I grabbed my car keys he woke up and caught me in the act. “So you were trying to leave me behind you sly fox” he said. I just laughed because I didn’t know what else to do or say.
I then went downstairs where I prepared myself some breakfast and patiently waited for KG. He then came downstairs looking mighty fine. Just when I thought we were ready to leave, KG asked me to patiently wait for him as he didn’t like the shirt that he was wearing. I rolled my eyes and did just that. When it was time to leave, my mood changed, I went from being excited to dreading going to the hospital. I felt like telling KG that I wanted to take a nap and maybe leave for the hospital an hour later. All of a sudden I didn’t want to go to the hospital but when I thought about who was at the hospital, I gathered courage and drove there.
In the car, KG started talking about how bad his hair looked and how his mother wasn’t shocked when he came out etc. He was literally changing from being a closeted boy to being openly gay and I loved that, coupled with the fact that he had a great sense of humor. I just kept laughing at everything he said, I hardly said a word because it was HIS moment.
We finally got to the hospital and there I was jolly with a Teddy Bear and a ‘Get Well Soon’ card for the love of my life. The lady at reception told us where to go and when we arrived in his ward, we found his mother, his father and the brother who beat him up. I just froze at the door. I didn’t know whether I should go in or run away. Anthony saw me and came straight up to me, violently pushing me out of the ward. I composed myself because at the rate that he was going and the anger I had bottled up because of him, I was going to murder him. KG managed to get him away from me. The dad clearly figured out who I was judging from Anthony’s actions. “I’m guessing this is him?” said Lincoln’s father as he pointed at me. Anthony gave him a nod. “Get the f@*k out of this ward!” Lincoln’s father said. He clearly didn’t know that he was dealing with a Taurus, and we are known to be the most stubborn people on this planet. I stood there unmoved, unbothered and straight-faced. The mother tried to calm the father down but he was just not having it. “Is this your friend KG?” asked the father. “Yes… he is” KG replied. “Do me a favour and get him out of here before I do something that I will later on regret” said the father. KG tried to talk me into leaving but I snubbed him. I was not going anywhere. The mother then asked the father to allow me to at least talk to or see Lincoln. “NO! This boy is trying to destroy my family by turning my son gay. Lincoln is still sedated for now, but you must know that when he recovers, he’s getting married to the love of his life… Kelebogile!” said the father. I just shrugged and gave him a cut eye. “But you cannot make decisions for Lincoln, he’s not even in the right state of mind to be hearing such!” the mother said. The father just wasn’t taking it, he then sent Anthony to go call security on me. I dropped whatever it was that I had come to give Lincoln and walked out before being humiliated. We left the building and I told KG to drive.
I was so infuriated that I felt like I was just going to run an innocent person over just to feel better. KG hardly said a thing to me because he could see that I was hurt. I sat on the passenger’s seat looking out the window trying to avoid any eye contact with KG. When we arrived at the house, I ran up to my room, covered myself with a pillow and cried until I fell asleep. So that was it! Lincoln was getting married and I just had to find a way to cope because I’m gay and I don’t have feelings.
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