I am writing today on behalf of someone who I know very well
and wants their story to be told, but does not want to be identified. However, their story is important to be told
and I felt that I would tell it on my blog.
This is not an uplifting story and one that is harsh. So, if you wish not to read something bothersome,
please pass over this post and go to one of my others. I am very serious on this and beg you, if you
do not want to read something that is sad, but true, please stop reading.
I have someone who I am very close to who had a horrific
thing happen to them almost two months ago. It was not their fault, and they have chosen
to move forward positively in life and not let the negativity of the event keep
them down. For that, I am grateful and
thank God above for his graciousness and mercy to allow people to prosper and
grow from bad situations.
This young man, we will call him Kyan, was invited by an
older fellow, and well-respected man, who he respected very much, we will refer
to him as Bill, for drinks and dinner to celebrate an achievement he had recently
been given. Excitedly, Kyan called many
people and let them know about this. He
thought he might be getting a job offer or something of the sort and was truly
honored to have his mentor invite him over for a private drink. His community is fairly small, and any occurrence
like this is usually one that signals growth professionally. One of his other mentors told him to dress like
a job interview, because ‘you want to dress to impress.’ Kyan did just that and waited patiently to
meet up for this intriguing meeting.
On his way, Kyan stopped by and met some other friends and
told them what was happening. They were
also excited for him as they knew how much he wanted to succeed in the
community and this was very likely a stepping stone for him. They wished him well and he went on his way.
When Kyan got there, Bill welcomed him in and poured him a
drink. Bill’s wife and kids were out of
town so it would just be them. They
talked shop and how things were going for a little while. Then, they proceeded to dinner. Kyan said something struck him odd. Nothing ‘private’ was discussed during that
time, and that didn’t really make sense to him.
But, then again, they were friends and he guessed that was normal, so he
didn’t put much thought into that.
Their dinner was good and they discussed a little more about
the community and life in general. After
about an hour, I guess, they decided to head back to the house where Kyan’s car
was. Upon arrival, Bill invited Kyan to
have a drink on the back porch before he left and he said okay. They chatted about Kyan’s life and some of
the ups and downs he had encountered since coming to their town. Kyan told a sad story about something and
that is when Bill hugged him. Kyan said
that was when he knew something was really off.
The hug was too long. He pushed
away and sat back down. Bill told him
that he was going to make another drink and said he’d pour him one too. Kyan, while Bill was inside, texted a friend
and asked them to help get him out of the situation. They concocted a plan that would give Kyan a
few minutes to wrap things up and then leave.
When Bill came back out, Kyan’s phone rang. His friend told him to come home to meet her
and he said he would. After hanging up he
told Bill he had only a few more minutes.
Bill said that he loved to dance and had put on some tunes. He asked Kyan to come in and dance to a
couple songs before he left. Now, this
sounded even more weird. However, in
Kyan’s defense, I have a friend whose Mother LOVES to dance (and she is kinda
funny when she does) so I understand how sometimes you just have to let the
older generation off the hook with things like that.
In any case, Kyan went in and to his relief it was uptempo
music. Nothing weird about that, except
for the fact they were two guys randomly dancing. Then, his phone rang again, and his friend
asked where he was. He told them he was
just getting ready to leave, loud enough for Bill to hear. Once he hung up, Bill said to stay for one
more song, it was coming up next. Kyan,
not being the most assertive guy ever, said ok.
Then, the slow song came on and Bill made a move. He reached around Kyan and began to make out
with him and caressing him.
Kyan freaked out inside, but was afraid for his job and his
reputation in the community if he freaked out loud. He told Bill that was enough. Bill kept saying that it was okay and that he
had wanted him for a long time. Kyan
said Bill’s hands went places that he cannot even talk about to me. He continuously took the hands off his body
and kept re-buckling his belt. He said
he glanced over his shoulder and saw a picture of Bill’s wife. He got close to vomiting. Some of the things Bill said to him, I will
not repeat, but Kyan managed to move backwards toward the door even with the
incident occurring. He said no and that
it wasn’t going to happen and that he had to go. Bill was relentless and did not want him to
leave. Kyan managed to get to the door
where Bill asked for him to come back later and if he was okay to drive
home. Kyan said, later, that the events
sobered him up so quickly and that frankly, he didn’t care if he was drunk or
not…he had to get away.
Kyan ended up making it back to the friends he had met
earlier. He was in pieces, but managed
to try his hardest not to break down in public.
The next four days Kyan was deeply depressed, but talked
about the occurrence with his friends and talked to some people who could help
him through. He chose not to press
charges yet…as he said he believes in forgiveness and hopes that Bill never
does it to anyone else again.
I can’t say for certain that Kyan is over the event or that
he ever will be. I have read up on
things like this and it seems to be more of the rule instead of the exception
these days…which to me is very sad. Why
must people act so selfishly and hurt people?
Not that this matters, but Kyan is a gay male who is
single. He has tried his hardest to live
his life above reproach and this event cut right to his belief that others
could see that he is doing that. I have
encouraged him to believe that he IS doing well in life and that just because
one asshole thinks something different doesn’t mean that the rest of the world
does. I know that Kyan will be okay and
is going to be successful in the future.
As for Bill, I am a firm believer in the idea that you reap what you sow
or Karma…whatever it might be…he will get his just desserts in the end.
So, for my friends, I ask that you say a little prayer for
Kyan and remember that there are so many stories like this out there that are
never told. So many Kyan’s in the world
who persevere and whose stories need to be shared. I know that Kyan will get there soon. He is a very strong-willed and passionate
individual who won’t let the Bill’s of the world get the best of him.
We all have our stories.
We are all Kyan. I am Kyan. Tonight I thank God, my friends, and family
for their continued support in everything I do.
Without them, I am not sure where I would be. Thank you all.
Peace.
