Chapter 1
It’s the first day of summer break for Lorenzo’s junior year going into senior year. He goes to bed around midnight in his little brother’s room alone, excited for what’s to come. He’s planning on hanging out with his friends, going to the shore and going to a call of duty convention sometime in July around his birthday. Lorenzo wakes up later that same night and there’s a woman standing outside his window.
He usually doesn’t sleep with the blinds open but his brother, Gunner, was dancing in the dark a couple hours previously. Lorenzo mentally shits himself as he sits up and she starts to slide the unlocked window up. Lorenzo slams the window down and shatters the crack head’s radius. She winces in pain then turns to look at him with her sunken in eyes and lets out a banshee-like scream. In turn Lorenzo screams, jumps back and knocks over his Xbox standing on his dresser and it shatters into a million little pieces.
“YOU BIITCH!” Lorenzo bellows. Meanwhile Lorenzo’s step parents hear all of this commotion from the hallway and start kicking in his door. Lorenzo is wearing nothing but his Modern Warfare 2 special edition socks.
The door swings open and he’s standing looking at them as they come in knowing what they think already. They yell at him as they assume he snuck a girl into the house and was having relations with her. He tries to explain but it doesn’t matter. They scream at him and ground him for three weeks. They exit the room and he submits in a passive-aggressive manner by slamming the door right on their heels. He slams the door so hard he jumps from the noise and immediately regrets it.
“I’m sor-,” Lorenzo says,
“No you know what, fucking forget it, you’re going with your little brother on the road trip,” Lorenzo’s step dad sentences. Lorenzo buckles to his knees and starts to beg for forgiveness but it’s too late. Their minds are set.
Lorenzo wakes up at the crack of ass to Gunner screaming his ears off because he just got a Samsung Galaxy Tab 8. Meanwhile Lorenzo ponders over his shattered xbox that hes had for eight years on the floor. A voice from downstairs calls out,
“Lorenzo, breakfast is ready.” He shuffles into the dining room rubbing his head. Lorenzo crafts his morning platter. Waffles with tostino’s pizza rolls and captain crunch ocean blue maple syrup.
“Breakfast of champions,” Lorenzo mutters to himself. Lorenzo sits down at the dining room table and begins to consume his cuisine and whatever stupid show his brother is watching on youtube on the TV.
“It’s gonna be cold in Arkansas. You better wear a jacket and pants,” his step-mother states.
“Yeah you better pack some winter clothes,” his step-father adds. Lorenzo nods in agreement not knowing Arkansas and the whole United States of America is about to experience a massive heat wave most of the summer.
“Lorenzo, they texted and said they’re on their way,” his step-mom says. Lorenzo shudders in his seat. He really doesn’t want to go on a three day road trip to Frogballs, Arkansas and the only person he knows is his brother. His brother’s friend and their parents are going with them. Lorenzo puts on sweatpants and a winter jacket. He charges his phone and 3DS as one does. He decides with the two hours he has left until they get to his house he’s going to masturbate instead of packing for the trip.
He tells himself after he’s finished he’ll pack. He grabs his phone and lurks into the bathroom with no lock. It has been three weeks since Lorenzo last ejaculated. The sun is setting as Lorenzo is trying to find the perfect video to masturbate to. It takes him almost an hour until he starts to stroke and choke. He sets his phone on the toilet seat that’s open and has to balance it. Any movement could cause the toilet seat to fall down and his phone too. Twenty minutes later and he’s nearing climax as his brother starts to run around and slam shit into the walls. This causes Lorenzo to go on high alert. He keeps losing his erection and screams at Gunner.
“GUNNER STOP, I’M TRYING TO TAKE A SHIT!” Gunner ceases for a couple minutes and then proceeds to start back up again as his friend and his parents had arrived earlier than anticipated and a car outside starts honking their horn. “LORENZO COME ON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE,” his step-dad screams. A huge crash vibrates through the house causing the toilet seat to slam and his phone to fall into the toilet. Slack-jawed and salivating all over the floor Lorenzo is determined to finish and presses onward. The car horn keeps honking outside and Lorenzo begins to ejaculate as this heightens his arousal because there is a time limit but his body revokes his access to ejaculation because loud thunderous footsteps starts storming their way to the bathroom. He hears the doorknob begin to turn.
Lorenzo screams like a banshee,“WAIT!”
His step-dad screams, “What the hell are you doing in there.” “I’m taking a shit,” Lorenzo explains.
“Well then flush the toilet when you’re done,” his step-dad asks. Lorenzo says okay and flushes the toilet not realizing his phone is still in there. He realizes it as he’s washing his hands and goes to look for his phone. He goes blank faced and looks at the shower wall. He storms out of the bathroom with pent-up sexual frustrations seething from him as he had been blue balled again. It turns out they hadn’t arrived. That was just their crackhead neighbor getting locked out of their own car and Gunner’s friend’s parents have hit traffic so they’ll be late. Lorenzo goes to his room and starts hitting and choking his pillow like uncle Jake. Then he takes the chance to pack anything he’ll need on the trip. Toothbrush, clothes, water, snacks, gaming laptop, chargers, cod mobile beanie since it’s going to be cold and a Nerf gun just in case.
He’s playing call of duty modern warfare gun game eating pizza rolls again to pass the time. He plays for four hours until 1 AM. His eyelids feel so heavy, the fan provides soothing cool calm comfort. He begins to fall asleep when DUN! DUN! DUN! His door sounds like it’s being broken down by a swat team. Lorenzo’s heart lurches out of his chest so much his left arm begins to cramp and become stiff.
“They’re here,” his step-dad politely informs him. As wakefulness fills him, Lorenzo feels the need to vomit. He throws off the blanket and runs to the bathroom. Unfortunately the door is locked so Lorenzo starts frantically knocking then pounding the door but to no avail. He pukes on the door and floor and his digestive system begins to purge itself from the other front and diarrhea begins pouring out of his back end. He’s wearing skin-tight light blue work jeans. He starts to shiver and shout.
“I think I’m sick... my heeaaad,” Lorenzo stammers.
“You’ll be fine, you’ll get some fresh air on the trip,” his step-mom says. “I’m sure the windows will be open and you can breathe fresh air. They have a big car. Here sweetie, take this.” His step-mom hands him a ginger ale. Lorenzo starts to say,
“But I don’t want to-,”
“Would you rather spend the weekend at uncle Jake’s,” his step-dad offers sadistically.
“NOOOO,” Lorenzo blares.
“Alright then,” his step-dad finishes. His uncle Jake’s house is the last place Lorenzo wants to be. Last time Lorenzo visited his uncle Jake’s drug den apartment in Atlantic city was when him and uncle Jake almost crashed on the Atlantic city expressway going back home as his uncle was on a two week meth bender screaming out the window and driving 90mph into incoming traffic.
As Lorenzo walks down the steps towards the running vehicle tears start to form in his eyes as his stomach and head pain intensifies. “THREE DAYS,” He thinks to himself. He opens the door and the smell of tobacco strikes Lorenzo’s nose as well as the smell of vomit. It’s a seven seater mini-van. The parents sit up front, his brother sits in the seats behind them along with the older brother who is thin as a fork tine and is as white as a cloud. He doesn’t notice Gunner’s friend is missing... or so he thought. Lorenzo looks back to the only open seat which is in the very back. He solemnly makes his way to the back, to his hell. Everyone is in the car and Lorenzo is wondering why they haven’t started driving yet. He looks up front and they are looking at not a phone or GPS, but a map. Lorenzo yelps mentally.
