Living Off Past Trauma [EDITED]

Warehouse

Lamar Kingston//Killa
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The darkness outside was a blur, a never-ending tunnel of shadows and streetlights that whizzed by like fireflies. The drive to Taylor's house with Tai and Kris was calm. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle rock of the suspension lulling me into a state of drowsy reverie.

My head spun with thoughts, a jumbled mess of fragment memories of her and half-baked ideas. The music playing on the radio was a distant echo, a muffled melody that seeped into my consciousness like a gentle breeze.

I felt numb and dull, disconnected from the world outside. The city lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across my field of vision. My thoughts were jumble of emotions, a tangled web of fear, sadness, uncertainty and many more mixed emotions.

The car's motion was soothing, a fast rocking motion that seemed to match the rhythm of my thoughts. My mind was a maze, a labyrinth of twisting corridors and dark corners.

The car's headlights cast an eerie glow on the road ahead, illuminating the dark landscape like a spotlight on stage. My thoughts swirled, maelstrom of emotions and ideas that threatened to consume me. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my own consciousness. The car's motion was the only thing that kept me grounded, the only thing that kept me spinning off into the abyss.

"Dad, we're here." I heard the sound of the car's engine dying and the sound of Kris's voice as I felt him shake me awake. My eyes slowly fluttered opened as I looked around. I sighed and stepped out the car.

"You need help walking?" Asked Kris. I knew he was tryna make fun of me but man fuck him. "Nah." I said, my voice low. Tai unlocked the door and we all stepped in. The house felt warm but I still had goosebumps on my skin. I walked up the stairs and into one of the guest room and just slumped on the bed. I felt weak and cold. The sound of the door creaked open as I heard footsteps near me.

"Here." I turned on my back and stretched out my arms as I looked at Taylor. "What's that?" My voice was rough and dry. Man I need water. "You still had some of your stuff here." He threw the bag onto me and I let out a painful grunt. "Don't let me ever catch you like this again with your son around or with anyone around. I will fuck you up." And then he left.

Ahhh shit...

I hopped into the shower and took a long deserved wash. The cold water ran down my back, somehow easing my thoughts and clearing the goosebumps on my skin. It's like the water just made all my thoughts and sadness disappear. Quite odd.

I did the rest of my hygiene and walked back into the room. As I was getting dressed, I heard someone knock on my door and then enter. "Thought you might need to sober up before we leave." I looked over my shoulder and saw Kris standing in front of the door with a tray of food and water. "It's fine. I'm not hungry." I turned back around and looked out the window as I strapped the bullet proof vest on to me.

"Did I ask if you hungry? Exactly." He placed the tray on the table next to me. "You seriously a pain in the ass." I rolled my eyes. "Just shutup will ya."

He really talks however he wants with me, doesn't he?

I let him be and just continued getting dressed. "Is everything ready?" I asked him as he sat on the bed. "Yea. We already aent guards out to the two locations just to keep watch from a distance. Apparently they heard gunshots and screams from the warehouse where Aunty Lola is in, but we told them not to do anything and just to keep watch." He said.