It started out as a joke. And because Augustus and I weren’t really close friends, I just assumed that there wasn’t a single ounce of seriousness in his words. A few minutes before telling him of my plans to move out of my apartment, thanks to my wicked landlady, he offered his place for free. Since I needed a shelter and I had no time to be picky, I agreed on one condition: I would still pay him a certain amount for rent.
We agreed on a certain price. He would often boast that that amount would be not enough for all the amenities that will be available to me once I move in. I would be staying in my own room. There’s a clean bathroom. I can wash my clothes with his washing machine. I can store food in his refrigerator. I can cook food with his stove anytime I want. It was a pretty good deal. I was happy...
I was happy until I found out the truth behind the offer which was to-good-to-be-true. One night, he confessed his love for me. He said that he knows he is not my type but would like his kindness to be reciprocated by my showing him some form of kindness as well.
And I did show him genuine kindness. This was until he started messing with my life. He just acted as if we were living together. He started meddling with my affairs, asking me to do the laundry at home instead of bringing it to the Laundromat. He also started cooking food so I won’t leave the house anymore.
The next thing I know, I was trying to avoid what I used to call my new home. Instead of having a place to rest, I always locked myself in my room, pretending not to hear whatever it is he’s trying to tell me while he’s watching TV or doing stuff outside.
I started to worry when he told his friends that we were ‘living together’. You see, when you say Kai and I ‘LIVE TOGETHER’, it tells you that we are in a relationship. It is more appropriate to say that we are sharing an apartment in order for people not to think of the former.
It didn’t end there. When he’s at work, I would receive calls on his landline phone. Most of the time, I wouldn’t answer. I did maybe a couple of times. It was always his friend who called. It’s bizarre that he always calls at a certain time when he knows Augustus is still at work. He would try to start a conversation with me but I make it a point to sound not-so-interested and hung up immediately.
Later, I found out that he’s been telling people that he’s living with someone and that if they want proof, they can call his number.
One time, I finally used his washing machine to wash my clothes. He offered to wash them for me but of course, I declined the offer. As I was putting water into the machine, he asked what time I would be done with the laundry.
‘An hour tops. Why? You doing laundry today?
‘No, coz my friends will drop by today.’
No shit. Of course, his friends would arrive and see me washing clothes, a bigger proof that he is indeed living with his supposed boyfriend. I threw the water away and told him I changed my mind.
He was also, well, sweet. When I say I want ice cream, he would buy two gallons the next day. When I say I want donuts, two dozens of yummy donuts would magically appear on our dining table. When I say I want a DVD of a certain movie, he would buy it for me without ever asking me to pay for it.
I started to freak out when I arrived from work one day and was surprised to see WHITE ROSES at my door. There was a card that says ‘I love you Kai’. That freaked the hell out of me. I called my friends and asked what I should do. When he arrived, I told him thanks, but no thanks because I am allergic to flowers. I have asthma but it wasn’t as severe as I described it. My little white lie caused him to be a bit cold for the next few days.
What convinced me to leave his apartment was the incident that happened at half past midnight. We were watching ‘Queer As Folk’ before I headed to my room. The last scene I saw was Brian Kinney fucking Justin in his fabulous loft. The scenes were hot and Augustus was definitely getting excited. I left when he started throwing a dirty look at me.
Moments later, I was lying on my bed and my cell phone began vibrating. Upon checking, I saw 10 messages were received within the last five minutes. They were all from him.
‘Kai, I want you tonight’
'Kai, give me your body.’
‘Kai, I am obsessed with your body’
‘Let me eat you tonight, you won’t have to do a thing.’
It scared the shit out of me. I ignored the messages but it didn’t stop. Aside from five more messages within the next ten minutes, he also attempted to call about seven times. When I obviously ignored his pathetic attempts to bed me, he decided to do an act of desperation.
He knocked on my door, begging to suck my cock.
‘Kai, please, I want it. I need it. Please!’
I was shaking inside my room. What have I gotten myself into? I decided to let this poor creature offer his place so he can fulfil his fantasies? Why have I become such a fool! I didn’t have a clue he was a psychotic maniac who’s been wanting to give me a blowjob I never wished for.
The next day, I told him I’m leaving the apartment. He apologised for his actions but I told him he didn’t have to because I’m leaving no matter what. He tried to stop me, saying he just signed a renewal of contract with the landlady so we cannot take anything out of the apartment until the lease has been finalized. HE was obviously bluffing. So as soon as he left, I packed my stuff and left.
True enough, the maniac was lying! I passed by three guard posts and they never said a single thing despite seeing me bring one folded mattress, an electric fan, three large bags, a few clothes on hangers, and some other stuff.
Make no mistake, I am not hot. I just got ‘lucky’ someone obsessed over me.