Finn: A Bully Novella
Genre: M/M, coming of age.
Release Date: March, 10 2017
~ Blurb ~
It all started with a doll…
All I wanted was to be a kid,
to have fun with my friends and make mistakes.
But little did I know that my father had other plans.
A daily life lesson constantly spat in my face.
Every day, for years, I’ve been told that I’m wrong.
That I’m a mistake.
That I’m a sinner.
That no matter what, I’m an abomination.
A reminder that’s been drilled into my head;
beaten into my body and soul;
like a punch to the gut;
shoved in my face,
that what I am is a betrayal to my family.
Simply for being me. Simply for being gay.
Now, all I want is to be free from this nightmare that I’m trapped in.
To find the one that got away.
The one with the hazel eyes…
All I want is to find him
so he can save me from myself.
~ Excerpt ~
I open the door and a small bell jingles. Immediately I’m greeted with a two-for-one sale on fuzzy handcuffs in every color imaginable.
I shake my head. What am I even doing in here? I stand in the middle of the aisle, a little confused and a hell of a lot embarrassed. I pull the list out of my back pocket and try to figure out where to start. Gunnar didn’t tell me where to find anything, just wrote a list out.
“And if you get lost, just look for Anthony.”
“Yeah, great advice, Gunnar. I can’t even find a single person in here, let alone a twink with black and blue hair that looks like the love child of Harry Potter and Justin Bieber.” I mumble to myself as I pass a row of edible underwear and rip away thongs for men and women.
“Hello there, sugar. Lookin’ for anything in particular?” I turn around and there stands a skinny kid, no more than eighteen, I think. “Well, you look a little lost. You don’t happen to be Finn?”
“Uh,” I look around to make sure no one is around. “I…How…?”
He grabs my arm and takes me through a few aisles until we get to the back of the store.
“Sugar, Gunnar called me. Told me to look for a confused princess – ”
“Said you might be in need of some help and told me to start here.”
“Okay, but what am I looking at.”
“From here over are the rubber dildos.” He points to the larger section of the wall to my left. “We’ll take a look at those later but let me tell you, they are fab-u-lous.” I just stand in awe at the kid in front of me. I wonder if I’ll ever have the courage to be out like him.
“And these are the butt plugs. Trust me, they’re a beginner’s best friend.” He gives me a nudge as he walks over to a few sitting lower on the wall to the right of the dildos.
“How do I…” I point to the plugs reluctantly. The sizes freak me the fuck out and I start to back up, straight for the door. I can’t fucking do this. It’s all too much for me to take.
“Sugar, you gotta start somewhere. Like relaxing? They’re butt plugs. They won’t bite you in the ass, but they will make it sing!”
“But, the size…They’re massive. They won’t fit!” I feel my forehead beading up with sweat as I feel the anxiety creep up, but all Anthony does is laugh at me.
He grabs a big box and pushes it into my hands. “Here, this will help you out. Now hand me that list I was told you have and let’s get shopping.”
I hesitantly look at the box after I hand the list over. Anthony walks off, mumbling something about Gunnar, when I get the balls to look at what he handed me. I flip the box over and inside sits five different sized plugs. From a thin, short, purple one to a monstrous black one that makes me break out in sweat even more.
No way in hell is that one ever going in me.
~About Morgan Campbell~
Morgan lives in the south of Texas, going back and forth from Austin and Houston, with her husband. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found with her nose stuck in a book, cooking, baking, crocheting, and causing a general ruckus with her friends and family! Filled with an overactive imagination at a young age, she began writing her thoughts down in a journal, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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