Tragic Backstory Protagonist
THE ROOM SPUN OUT of control and I flailed about for support. I had my back to the wall of the club and the guy pressed against me, kissing my neck, was the only thing holding me up. Lights flashed and the music drowned everything, flooding my eardrums with a steady beat. The guy moaned and ground his hips, pressing his erection into my thigh. What the hell was I doing?
"Hey, move." He didn't hear, and I pushed him. He finally got the message and stepped back. I made my sinuous path to the bathroom, found an empty stall and promptly threw up to the sound of guys f*****g next to me.
What are you doing, Simon?
The nearest gay club had seemed like the best idea at the time. Where else would I celebrate my parents disowning me? I was a gay abomination after all
