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Lorenzo's Roadtrip to Frogballs Arkansas

A person's central nervous system can only take so much before it starts to collapse

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Jul 7th, 2022

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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.
“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,
“Would you rather spend the weekend at uncle Jake’s,” his step-dad offers sadistically.
“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.
They find where they are going and no words are said. Lorenzo looks at the mirror and the dad is staring back at him with an uncomfortable glare. The seat next to him is filled with stinky clothes and change. They hand back an 80-lb mini fridge with all the sodas and drinks and let it drop on Lorenzo’s lap and left arm. The friend brought their two chihuahuas they couldn’t leave alone for the maybe three days they’ll be gone. They are running around in between the seats and knocking things over. He keeps hearing something rolling on the floor every turn. Sadly they put the litter box right at Lorenzo’s feet. Either he has to sit really wide legged or put his feet in the litter box.
They begin driving finally. Thirty minutes later as they are getting onto the highway Lorenzo just remembered that he left everything back at his house. His stomach rumbles in confusion. He reaches for his ginger ale. It’s nowhere to be found. Lorenzo then looks down to his right next to the car door in front of him is his ginger ale.
“Gunner, can you hand me my ginger ale,” Lorenzo whispers. Gunner ignores him as he’s watching a slender man lets play on YouTube. They start to roll the windows up and turn the heat on which is weird considering it’s 92 degrees out at night. One of the heat fans is aiming right at the back of Lorenzo’s head. He’s trying to reach and stretch way up behind him and turn it or close it. The dad sees this in the mirror and hollers at him to cut it out. Lorenzo submits.
Lorenzo can’t lay down or do much to make him comfortable. He can’t even fall asleep anymore because every time he does the chihuahuas start to bark because his head leans down toward their makeshift bed to his left. He sits for the next eight hours stationary as his legs start to cramp and his lower back starts spasming. The heat is getting to him. It’s now half a day in and they haven’t made any stops yet.
“We’re hot people,” the mother says to Lorenzo. “We like to take our time, you know.”
A few hours later the older brother’s tobacco flavored vape gets done charging and he starts to use it as the parents realize a hot boxing session is about to commence. They turn the heat on full blast and start chain smoking with the windows rolled up in the black car as the sun beats down. It’s almost 120 degrees outside as Lorenzo is wearing his winter jacket and shit-stained work jeans. The swamp-balls and ass begin to come in ten fold. His left arm is pinned down by the mini fridge. Neuropathy starts to seize his left arm. He’s so hesitant to say anything.
“HEY,” Lorenzo screams. Everyone continues to look at their phones and the dad keeps driving.
Lorenzo begins screaming and knocking on the car roof. They respond by turning up the song that’s been playing on repeat for the last eighteen hours. Bon Jovi - Livin on a Prayer. He goes retard for a couple seconds and begins banging his right arm against the hard plastic column on his right and hits one too many times and shatters his radius. He winces and howls in pain. He can barely breathe, see and hear as his stomach starts to become confused again and tries to turn itself inside out.
This pain is absolutely unbearable. Lorenzo begins thrashing around violently and screeching desperately in the back seat as the chihuahuas keep barking and gnawing at him. Then the vomit explodes and starts streaming from his mouth. He can barely breathe in between surges of vomit so much it starts to come out of his nose and clogs his sinuses. He passes out from the lack of oxygen.
He wakes up two hours later as they are pulling out of a Dairy Queen. Everyone got a blizzard and some fries.
“I hope no one wanted anything to eat or drink,” the dad mentions. He looks at Lorenzo through the rear-view mirror as he says this. Lorenzo just stares at everyone as they dine on their french fries. The smell of savory fries and sugar malted creaminess fills the car as Lorenzo salivates all over his throw up crusted face. But that’s that and everyone eats a couple fries and dumps the rest in the only trash bag up front.
The next night in the car. And just two more days of this Lorenzo says to himself. Lorenzo actually starts to become sleepy. He passes out and has an amazing dream. He wakes up next evening as the sun is setting. When he wakes up the chihuahuas are sitting together and looking at him wide-eyed for some reason. Lorenzo becomes weirded out by this. He makes threatening motions to them by sticking his neck out and widening his mouth. They don’t budge. Then he realizes they’re looking behind him. He slowly starts to turn his head around but before he does it all the way the figure behind him wraps a fishing line around Lorenzo’s neck and garroles him with it. The figure is Gunner’s friend who had been sitting in the trunk the whole time. The friend is able to use all his weight since he can sink down into the trunk area. Lorenzo’s eyes are bulging out of his skull as he is on the brink of death. He’s trying to stretch back and somehow stop his strangulation. Then the dad sees Lorenzo doing this and thinks he’s trying to reach the heat vent blowing the musty swamp air on him and slams the brakes on the highway.
The tires screech and Lorenzo, the friend and everyone in the vehicle gets launched forward. Lorenzo smashes his forehead against the metal prongs that hold the head rest to the seat in front of him.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS KID!” The dad screams.
“He’s acting like he’s possessed,” the nicotine addict brother explains.
“I know right, he just can’t sit still,” the mother says solemnly.
As the car sits still in the middle of nowhere at night. Everyone starts to go back on their phones. The mini fridge is now leaking juices and soda everywhere onto Lorenzo’s lap. The chihuahuas start to lick and nibble his crotch area. Lorenzo screeches as one tries to devour his fanta soda-covered testicles. The dad then throws his hot coffee at Lorenzo. It meets his face and contents spill out and scorch his chest and neck and then sear his lips shut. He thrashes in awkward silence as the car starts moving.
Lorenzo is trying to pierce through his lips with his tongue when he spots something odd on the side of the road. He sees a man talking to a strange pale white woman with long dark hair and glowing red eyes. It looks like the man is trying to calm the being down before it starts chasing him and he trips on something and she enters him with her tentacles. Lorenzo doesn’t know what to make of it and continues staring off into space trying to figure out what led him here. His head then finally drops and looms silently.

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