It's the summer before senior year and Kamari is already feeling the heat. His dilemma? He's the last virgin in his clique, and with his little brother Lorenzo freshly piping, the pressure has turned up to immeasurable heights. All eyes are on him a...
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The start of a sweet dream quickly morphed into the makings of a nightmare.
Kamari only got a good couple of hours of sleep before he was tossing and turning in his queen sized bed. Visions of painful deep evocations shaking the structure of his thin being. Memories- unbeknownst to him, guised as nightmares ate away at his suspended psyche. His mind on a loop reliving last moments he couldn't quite comprehend.
"Mama?"
"Mama... mama look! Papà got the gelato" Little Kamari hammered his elbows against the locked door, his hands holding her cup and his cone. "Mam-" Huffing he pattered back into the living room where a 10 year old Zo sat on the couch licking his cone and Montez saddled aside him holding a 3 year old Ashaia. "Papà she won't open the door." Kamari frowned earning a twin one from his father.
Sliding Shai on the couch he sat his own cup on the coffee table making his way down the hall. Kam was hot on his trail in excitement wanting to deliver the delicious treat to his mama. Montez's strong grip tousled the knob to no avail. After a few pounds and callings of her name he pushed his shoulder into it knocking the hinges with each barrel.
Boom
Boom
Boom
The door bustled open slapping against the dark gray walls of the bedroom. Determined steps ingress the dim fortress. His trek abruptly stopped at the sight before him, the suddenness causing Kam to walk into his back nearly dropping the soft creamed ice.
