Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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Simon sighed and gave a small smile to his companion, while David gives him an innocent kiss on his cheek.

They were halfway there when they heard some laughter behind them.

"Look at that! Some faggots".

Immediately the millionaire tensed and separated his hand as if burning the contact.

The tallest bit his lip, feeling silly. "Let's ignore them" is all he could say.

Simon agreed and they maintained their steps, not paying attention to the insults they kept shouting.

It was only a few yards to the car when three men approached them.

They had cigarettes in their hands. At first glance, it was known that they were drunk. The men didn't have to introduce themselves, Simon and David knew right away that they were the ones shouting at them.

Simon glared at them, his eyes darker than normal.

They bothered them again, both with words and obscene signs. David looked at Simon and he didn't look well at all. His fists were clenched, turning his knuckles white.

"Si-Simon... let's go. Let's get in the car".

He listens to him and with a lot of effort, he takes his eyes away from the harassers, to head both of them to the car.

"Yes, old man, listen to your whore," one of them says with an effeminate voice, laughing loudly.

Maybe if they had ended the problem there, things wouldn't have gotten any worse.

But the lowest of them all dared to pat David's ass, causing him to bite his lip to avoid crying with rage.

"Did you like it? Do you want another one?"

The next thing that happened was very quickly: Simon gave the short man a good punch in the face, leaving him on the floor.

The men reacted and another one of them jumped into the music mogul. With the cigarette in his hand, he managed to burn his arm. Simon complains a little but immediately throws him to the ground, he on top and begins to hit him.

David didn't do any better. The tall man of the group approached him, with unfriendly intentions.

The writer had never liked to fight. He was more of a dialogue, more diplomatic, but how could he talk to a drunk angry at the beating of his friend?

"Wait, I don't want to fight" he put his hands in front of him, taking small steps backward.

The big guy didn't care and threw a direct blow to the stomach. David, fortunately, managed to hold his arm and push him away from him.

"FUCKING FAGGOT" shouted the man and connects a blow to the right eye. David brings his hands to his face, feeling the pain cloud his senses.

David wasn't concentrated, so he suffered a few painful blows. Simon realized this and desperately wanted to go and help him, but the others didn't let him.

"KILL HIM."

"D-David!"

Walliams listened to his boyfriend and looked at him briefly. His eyes showed extreme concern and he was constantly trying to get away from his attackers.

The restaurant they had gone to was built on a small hill, about six meters high, and the parking lot was right away.

Despite small security fences, it was dangerous to be near the shore. And David and the big guy were on the shore.

An idea crossed the big man's mind. He smiled and pushed him hard one last time. One and last time. David staggered, and what happened seemed to go in slow motion:

He fell backward.