JUST CREEPIN'

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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
AUGUST 11th; SUNDAY

"SHE REALLY SAID that shit?" Samaria asked her brother incredulously as she flopped on the royal blue colored plush couch in their living room.

Bam nodded his head, using his spoon to stab his frosted flakes in order to submerge them in the milk.

It was the day after kymanis birthday, and Bam had just run down everything jourie had said to him, including what she said about Samaria.

Samaria had been living with her brother and Sahid since she graduated high school two months ago, and it was a type of freedom she never knew existed. She never had to pay bills even though she offered, and her brother wasn't as nearly as strict as she thought he would be.

When Kamarion first moved out into his apartment, his dad paid the first six-month advance and he wouldn't let Bam pick anywhere that wasn't a high rise.

He invited Sahid to stay with him since there was more than enough room, and he happily took him up on the offer.

For the first two months, kamarion struggled to sleep away from home where his parents were. So in the middle of the night, he would drive home and sleep in his old room.

After a while, he got used to it, but he would still alternate between homes. He had been living in the place for five months now though, and everything was better than when he started out.

He knew that he never wanted to move on because he was holding onto the idea of jourie and them being back together, but that was dead and over so he knew he had to move on with his life.

It started off rocky, but he was getting the hang of life. He had just turned twenty on August 3rd, and he was entering his young adult life—so he was determined to be stable with himself.

"That poor girl," Samaria couldn't find it in her heart to even be mad anymore. Jourie had to be going through it in some type of way. "She needs some therapy or something."

"Don't say that shit too loud or both of our grandmas gone magically appear," Bam muttered, looking around playfully causing his little sister to smile.

Their grandmother Simone was always talking about how therapy helped her create a bond with their grandpa's second wife after she divorced him—along with their other grandmother tameeka.

"She really does though." Samaria continued, hating to think about it.

"I know. I can't even help but acknowledge that I'm probably why she is the way she is right now. I broke her heart and she ain't been the same since." He admitted.

He couldn't stand Jourie, but he felt like he was at fault for how she acted nowadays.

He always wondered why she jumped into a relationship right after him, and to rub salt in the already deep wound she brought him to every family function she attended. That was all he ever asked of her, and he had to watch as she did it with someone else she had just met.

He grew resentment for jourie after seeing that. He didn't think it was fair that she gave what he begged for to another boy in front of his face.

So, he stopped talking to her altogether.

She even claimed he was constantly playing the victim because she felt like he wanted her to feel bad about what he had done—but he just saw it as her projecting onto him. If anybody played victim, it was her.

It was a year later and she still refused to acknowledge where she went wrong. That was step one, and she hadn't even done that but had the nerve to jump into a relationship with Genesis. It was absurd if you asked him.