"ah! why you kicked me?"
"you slut. what are you trying to do with me?"
"Hey, aren't you the one who called me to the toilet?"
"you son of bit*h."
Freddie shouted at the stranger. and his look was like an angry defensive tiger who was ready to attack at any time.
as it seems the stranger has misinterpreted the intention of Freddie. and this was way too much. how could a person suppose to do that kind of shit? and one more thing, they were strangers. how could he try to make a move on somebody he didn't know. can people be so horny?
people who practice the so-called just meet and fu*k, I personally don't like them. (please don't judge me on this. it's just my personal opinion.) I never was in the favour of one nightstand. that's just disgusting.
in Freddie's case, instead of his approval, the man tries to molest Freddie. more appropriately, it was a case of sexual harassment. which cannot be tolerated in any way. either it's a man or a women harassment in both cases should be treated equally, and will be punishable according to the law.
the anger and the rage inside of him was previously boiling but now is completely out of control and suddenly burst through his violence. Freddie quickly moves towards the stranger. before the stranger can stand straight, another punch came in full force and smash his cheeks. the stranger fell on the floor.
"ah!!"
"you bit*h."
Freddie grabs the stranger's collar and started to smack with his right hand on his face. with each smack, the blood was dripping on the floor from the stranger's mouth. the stranger was in Intense pain. it was painful to watch this kind of violence. but it wasn't anything in compassion to what Freddie had gone through. what his brother Frank had gone through.
instead, what more painful to watch was Freddie's anger, his fear, his helplessness, his guilt of not able to do anything when his brother was alive, can't able save him.
with each smack, he was crying and cursing people of his kind.
"why? why should I tolerate people like you?
your kind is pathetic.
why have creatures like you born? you should never exist so people could live without any trouble. you, shameful and ugly.
you all should burn to hell.
die... die... die..."
the stranger was beaten until his face was unrecognised. (by the way, he deserves this kind of beating.) he could die if there was not an external force interfere between them and took Freddie away.
"Freddie..."
Eric was shocked as soon as he saw Freddie engage in a fight (more likely beating the person)
he took his full-body force to grab Freddie from behind and pulled him apart from the man he was beating. Freddie was so fierce that Eric was struggling to get him under control. somehow Eric pulled Freddie out of the restroom. and take him beside the beach far away from the noise so that they can talk.
"What was wrong with you out there Fred, why you have to engage in a fight.?"
he shouted with anger.
"leave my hand, Eric."
Freddie pulled his hand back. breaking the hand bond made by Eric, until now, from the club Eric was dragging him out to a personal space.
"What was your purpose of beating that man out of crap."
"Out of crap? stop judging me based on what you see without even knowing what happened actually."
"I'm sorry Fred, I just got there so I wasn't aware of the situation."
"You should be sorry."
Eric somehow calm his anger and asked Freddie what happened out there.
"ok! now, tell me what exactly makes you this upset with that man that you have to beat him up?"
"You haven't seen Eric, what that man was trying to do to me. that man deserves to die. precisely, all of their kind."
"what happened?"
"He is an asshole, did you know what he was trying to do to me?"
Eric was just kept silent and just keep looking at Freddie.
"He is a slut, he grabbed me from behind and starting to touch me, Eric.
he,
tries to have a chance with me.
that fuck*ing moron tries to take advantage of me.
their kind is pathetic. all of them are evil, the devil.
what they have done to my brother I can't let them do that to me."
Eric was just dazed by his words. but he keeps silent.
"This kind of people I hate most, I hate all gay people they are just the curse to the society. They are a kind of disease, fuck*ing
Faggots."
All this was a big mess, I can understand what he was going through. pain and grief was the cause of his spoken sentences. the trauma of his brother's death was still haunting him. which can be understandable but, I don't think, On the basis of some freaks like that stranger, someone has the rights to acclaim everyone similar to them are all same. criticising all their kind is too much.
but because of some of the people like him, Freddie started to curse all its kind, all gay people to die. and using abusive words towards them.
little did he know or probably haven't even noticed that,
his homophobic comments were stabbing someone heart dear to him.
Eric wasn't able to do anything but still listening all from the side. the shock and holding to not to cry was a big deal for Eric himself.
"I never liked that kind of people. I wonder if they were no homosexual in this world the works would be a safer place for all of us."
{If you(reader) were there, I can probably show you the emotion struggling by there two characters in this particular scene. it was so intense that I even can't explain it properly. I just try to show you how much I can.}
the homophobia inside of Freddie was firing bullets all over the night but somehow that bullet was taken by only one person who is the dearest to the person who was cursing. once for a while, the person who was taking all the bullet was fading his senses out. after when he can't take more bullets, his mouth automatically run.
Eric speechlessness can't bear more insult and,
"I'm gay."