Constraint: Write a story with a description of a monster.
His deep brown eyes were all I needed to be drawn, they were the magnet that pulled me closer to him and stuck me right to his side. The attraction was fierce and was like one I would’ve never imagined. Although, there are moments where something feels so right, it couldn’t be further from reality. Any sane person would realize this and remove themselves from a toxic beast. But, me I was too blind to see his ways. I wanted to believe the love he felt for me was real. He’d constantly be showering with me with gifts and buying me dinner. But, in reality I felt like I was being treated like prince but I was blind to his abuse. I wanted to tell him to speak up, but I couldn’t. The flamboyant gay man who I once knew was gone and taken away from me by his own vicouous demons. He was a man who I wanted to love as once did, began to fade away and there was nothing I could do. I didn’t understand why he had this change of heart.
When I met Jack in 2015 , it was shortly after Gay Marriage became law in the united states. It was a powerful moment for the LGBTQ commuinty because after decades of fighitng we would finally be able to marry the one we love. I had been single for quite some time and I wanted to share my joy of this news with someone who loved me. Long story short, Jack and I met through a friend of ours. I knew from the moment he walked into the restaurant with his curly brown hair , red suit and deep brown eyes that he was the man for me. We were two twetwy something gay men who were ready to express our affection for each other in the way, we were meant too. As I got to know Jack, I realized he never spoke about his family. Although he spoke about his childhood at times such as moments in school or stories about him and his friends, he never spoke about his parents. I would ask him about them and those were the times I first noticed the demons that Jack carried. He would say things like “ Damen! It’s stressful enough being your boyfriend, you could at the very least mind your own business” OR “I have had a stressful enough day, I don’t need your banter”. It only left me to believe that he had a hard childhood and that he was scared that I would judge him for it. As time went on he would taunt me about how “perfect” my life and childhood was. I would tell him that while it was perfect on paper. It was not perfect in reality. He would just make skanky comments and bully me about how my life troubles were not anything to compare to his. I know from context that he has had a hard life. I know he is a man that withholds a good heart. I wanted him to confide in me and open up to me. But he wouldn’t allow me to see the burdens that were clearly bareing.
As months passed, he would come home drunk off his ass and Jack was always a fun drunk until now. He would come angry and even sometimes he would be crying. He suddenly lost the spark of happiness that he once graced us with. He comes home yelling at me with the scent of whiskey coming off his breath and telling me these scars were my fault and it’s not my fault he’ll never see his mother again. I never wanted to put in the middle of this fight as he had spent years pushing me away. I thought that maybe it would allow him to heal if maybe he could express these emotions. However, the nights grew darker and worsened. Jack and I ended up breaking and to take the monster that had overcome his soul. However, all of his mail was still being sent to my home and one day, weeks into Jack’s treatment in rehab, I got an invitation in the mail to his mother’s funeral.
