As Kal trotted with a limp up the slight incline of the concrete path to K-Haven, the rain lend no mercy to his current state. The rain kept pouring, the cracking, constant booms of thunder kept sounding, and the momentary bursts of vast, intricate lightning that lit up the black sky like an exploding lightbulb continued to shriek.
Kal's black sneakers made sloshing noises every time he put pressure on one foot, but at this moment, soaked shoes were the least of his long daftar of concerns. How humiliated he was oleh the sheer satisfaction Jackson drew from he and his compliant obedience. How badly Kal wanted to just puff up his chest, take a deep breath, and meninju, pukulan this man right in his yellow teeth and take over the gang for himself. He so desperately wanted to be the puncak, atas dog, but had no motive to act on his desire, and at least he was smart enough to realize that such a pindah would end with Kal bleeding in a dark alleyway, and a bullet to the head. For now, he had to take whatever embarrassment he was dealt with and menelan his emotions like they were nothing, which was something he did very often. And each time he did, it made him that much lebih pahit about life.
When Kal finally reached the lobby doors to K-Haven, he instantly bent meneruskan, ke depan and ruffled his soaking Black, stringy hair, causing most of the water to disperse in all directions in a matter of seconds. He then shot back up and smoothed his hair back, and ruffled what water he could from his brown leather letterman, the sharp ends of his hair strands still dripping on his shoulders. After removing a pointless amount of water from his body, he then decided to step in through the doors.
As anda stepped into the lobby of K-Haven, anda were instantly greeted oleh a dingy, yellow-painted concrete wall. It was obvious that the yellow paint was to give first time lookers and visitors the impression that K-Haven wasn't such a bad place, and it worked for a while, being that it did brighten things up. That is, until the druggies and pillheads moved in and ran the place down into nothingness. The yellow paint that once gave so much life wilted away after one generation due to the smoke stains that tainted it and the dirty hands that came stumbling in during the first of the month. And it was then when anda realized why the builders put a dinding smack-dab in front of the doors--so its drunken and high, atau otherwise temporarily impaired, habitants could hold onto it and respectfully find their correct staircases. At the left end of this dinding was a staircase that left up to Part A, atau the Left Wing, as it was commonly referred to as. On the opposite end was Part B, atau the Right Wing. There was no distinct difference between the two--neither of the sides were cleaner atau contained lebih atau less delinquents. They both had the same dark red carpet that was for some reason always stained with multiple liquids and bodily fluids that anda could probably go a lifetime of not knowing what they were. They still had the same polluted, adulterated, yellow painted walls and both sides still had their fair share of ceiling lamps, some of which worked, some of which didn't.
Kal dwelled in Right Wing in room 428.
Once he made it up to the door of his apartment room, he paused for a moment and took in all the sounds of his surroundings. Those same sounds he heard every night--the wailing of multitudes of children and infants, some concluding with the loud interruption oleh the adults in the room and a harsh, heavy hitting noise, causing the wailing to end. There were sounds of women and men alike, stumbling around from both above and below, demanding that they get their "oxy" and "glass," atau there will be "trouble." There were loud heaves and groans of people engaging in heavy sex scattered throughout this entire mess, and sometimes, if anda waited out in the hall long enough, which was greatly advised against, anda would see what happens after these encounters: most of the time, the man will be the one leaving and heading back to his room, and sometimes, they wouldn't even take it among themselves to re-dress before leaving. They would walk out into the hallways completely nude, and they couldn't care less of who saw. And with their minds so infested with sometimes eight atau lebih drugs at once, some would even take it among themselves to add another stain to the carpet.
They were so doped up, urinating and defecating on the floor was normal to them.
They were animals. All of them.
Every night, Kal waited outside his door and took this in. He had to convince himself every night that this is his life, this is what he has to live in, this is what his future looks like. Sometimes, it would cause tears to flood his eyes as he stood in silence, but most of the time, he just stood blankly staring at the door and nothing else.
His hand reached up to the doorknob, and in he went. He was instantly greeted oleh his mother in their small kitchen.
"Kalvan~!" She yelped in joy as she walked over to him and hugged him tightly. She was a short Latina woman with a slight curve to her stature, and she smelled of old perfume that had gone bad possibly years prior. Her skin was of a very tan complexion with sleek, shiny, Black hair that cascaded down her back and flowed with every curve, and her eyes, although tired and droopy, always gave Kal a sense of happiness. Kal would sometimes fantasize about winning the lottery just so he could use the money to buy he and his mother a decent home, one where she deserved to live so that she would not have to endure living in this slophouse, a halaman awal where she could be happy. But alas, that hari never came.
Kal bent down a bit so that his arms could membungkus, bungkus around her as well. "How was your day, sweetheart?" She inquired.
"Oh, it was fine, anda know. I ran around with some friends, and that was cool, I guess." He stated with a neutral smirk.
"You didn't get into trouble, did you?" She asked as she put her small hands on her hips and looked at him keenly.
"No, ma, we didn't do anything like that. We just, did guy stuff, anda know, drive around town, things like that."
She noticed his scratches and squinted her eyes for a few seconds, then nodded and returned to the stove. "Good, because anda know if I ever found out anda were roughhousing with other boys, I'd memukul anda upside the head, yes?"
Kal sighed and nodded.
At that moment, a girl came out from around the corner of the sectional that separated the dapur and the living room. She was of a similar complexion of Kal and Carla, Kal's mother, though a bit lighter. She had dark brown eyes and a slim body with medium-length Black hair, and located nestled between her arms was a baby who was fast asleep in his blanket. This girl's name was Maria, and she was Kal's girlfriend.
"Hey, stranger~" She berkata quietly, smirking. Kal smiled and walked over to her, his shoes still slightly squishing with water inside. The two kissed and Kal rubbed the child's head gently.
"How was your day~?" Maria asked as she rocked the child slowly.
"Oh, it was okay. How was yours?" He asked.
"Ah, it was fine. Spent it with little Victor here, and at one point today, he got ahold of my phone. Thank god he didn't accidentally call anybody atau hapus anything." She giggled. "I think he just took some pictures."
And then Kal remembered that he too also snapped some foto today. All of the day's earlier events came rushing back to him; the car ride, awaiting for the man, climbing the pohon and-
and
The pictures he took of the man's lover.
As he remembered the couple--their thrusts against the sheets, the moaning he could slightly hear, the way the girl's breasts bounced--his face flushed.
"Would you-excuse me for a second?" Kal asked Maria as he wedged past her and walked down the short hallway to his bedroom. He went in, shut the door, and quietly locked it, then sat on his bed.
His room was small, and there was no light other than the light emerging from a lamp he had at his night stand. On the walls were those typical 15-year-old-boy posters and occasionally some old family photos.
Kal pulled out his phone and opened his foto app. He hesitated before clicking on the line of foto he took today, but eventually opened them anyway. As he scrolled through the raw photos, he at last landed on the closeup of the girl's breasts and had a burst of arousal flood over him like the rainwater that covered him from head to toe.
He didn't care that Jackson was probably going to kill him at some point. He didn't care that he had to drop out of highschool with his equally young girlfriend because he got her pregnant. He didn't care about the repercussions of watching and ultimately snapshotting a couple during sex, nor did he care about the other couples and girls he took foto of without their consent. He didn't care that he lived in a hellhole of a halaman awal surrounded oleh horrid people living horrid lives. He didn't care about tomorrow. He didn't care about today. But there was one thing he did care about, and that was the temporary satisfaction he got from using those foto to his nasty advantage. The only thing he cared about at this point was ultimately his own happiness and the desires he had to press down on a daily basis, and later letting everything go for a few detik of release.
And that's what he secretly told himself everyday. And no one ever knew.
Kal's black sneakers made sloshing noises every time he put pressure on one foot, but at this moment, soaked shoes were the least of his long daftar of concerns. How humiliated he was oleh the sheer satisfaction Jackson drew from he and his compliant obedience. How badly Kal wanted to just puff up his chest, take a deep breath, and meninju, pukulan this man right in his yellow teeth and take over the gang for himself. He so desperately wanted to be the puncak, atas dog, but had no motive to act on his desire, and at least he was smart enough to realize that such a pindah would end with Kal bleeding in a dark alleyway, and a bullet to the head. For now, he had to take whatever embarrassment he was dealt with and menelan his emotions like they were nothing, which was something he did very often. And each time he did, it made him that much lebih pahit about life.
When Kal finally reached the lobby doors to K-Haven, he instantly bent meneruskan, ke depan and ruffled his soaking Black, stringy hair, causing most of the water to disperse in all directions in a matter of seconds. He then shot back up and smoothed his hair back, and ruffled what water he could from his brown leather letterman, the sharp ends of his hair strands still dripping on his shoulders. After removing a pointless amount of water from his body, he then decided to step in through the doors.
As anda stepped into the lobby of K-Haven, anda were instantly greeted oleh a dingy, yellow-painted concrete wall. It was obvious that the yellow paint was to give first time lookers and visitors the impression that K-Haven wasn't such a bad place, and it worked for a while, being that it did brighten things up. That is, until the druggies and pillheads moved in and ran the place down into nothingness. The yellow paint that once gave so much life wilted away after one generation due to the smoke stains that tainted it and the dirty hands that came stumbling in during the first of the month. And it was then when anda realized why the builders put a dinding smack-dab in front of the doors--so its drunken and high, atau otherwise temporarily impaired, habitants could hold onto it and respectfully find their correct staircases. At the left end of this dinding was a staircase that left up to Part A, atau the Left Wing, as it was commonly referred to as. On the opposite end was Part B, atau the Right Wing. There was no distinct difference between the two--neither of the sides were cleaner atau contained lebih atau less delinquents. They both had the same dark red carpet that was for some reason always stained with multiple liquids and bodily fluids that anda could probably go a lifetime of not knowing what they were. They still had the same polluted, adulterated, yellow painted walls and both sides still had their fair share of ceiling lamps, some of which worked, some of which didn't.
Kal dwelled in Right Wing in room 428.
Once he made it up to the door of his apartment room, he paused for a moment and took in all the sounds of his surroundings. Those same sounds he heard every night--the wailing of multitudes of children and infants, some concluding with the loud interruption oleh the adults in the room and a harsh, heavy hitting noise, causing the wailing to end. There were sounds of women and men alike, stumbling around from both above and below, demanding that they get their "oxy" and "glass," atau there will be "trouble." There were loud heaves and groans of people engaging in heavy sex scattered throughout this entire mess, and sometimes, if anda waited out in the hall long enough, which was greatly advised against, anda would see what happens after these encounters: most of the time, the man will be the one leaving and heading back to his room, and sometimes, they wouldn't even take it among themselves to re-dress before leaving. They would walk out into the hallways completely nude, and they couldn't care less of who saw. And with their minds so infested with sometimes eight atau lebih drugs at once, some would even take it among themselves to add another stain to the carpet.
They were so doped up, urinating and defecating on the floor was normal to them.
They were animals. All of them.
Every night, Kal waited outside his door and took this in. He had to convince himself every night that this is his life, this is what he has to live in, this is what his future looks like. Sometimes, it would cause tears to flood his eyes as he stood in silence, but most of the time, he just stood blankly staring at the door and nothing else.
His hand reached up to the doorknob, and in he went. He was instantly greeted oleh his mother in their small kitchen.
"Kalvan~!" She yelped in joy as she walked over to him and hugged him tightly. She was a short Latina woman with a slight curve to her stature, and she smelled of old perfume that had gone bad possibly years prior. Her skin was of a very tan complexion with sleek, shiny, Black hair that cascaded down her back and flowed with every curve, and her eyes, although tired and droopy, always gave Kal a sense of happiness. Kal would sometimes fantasize about winning the lottery just so he could use the money to buy he and his mother a decent home, one where she deserved to live so that she would not have to endure living in this slophouse, a halaman awal where she could be happy. But alas, that hari never came.
Kal bent down a bit so that his arms could membungkus, bungkus around her as well. "How was your day, sweetheart?" She inquired.
"Oh, it was fine, anda know. I ran around with some friends, and that was cool, I guess." He stated with a neutral smirk.
"You didn't get into trouble, did you?" She asked as she put her small hands on her hips and looked at him keenly.
"No, ma, we didn't do anything like that. We just, did guy stuff, anda know, drive around town, things like that."
She noticed his scratches and squinted her eyes for a few seconds, then nodded and returned to the stove. "Good, because anda know if I ever found out anda were roughhousing with other boys, I'd memukul anda upside the head, yes?"
Kal sighed and nodded.
At that moment, a girl came out from around the corner of the sectional that separated the dapur and the living room. She was of a similar complexion of Kal and Carla, Kal's mother, though a bit lighter. She had dark brown eyes and a slim body with medium-length Black hair, and located nestled between her arms was a baby who was fast asleep in his blanket. This girl's name was Maria, and she was Kal's girlfriend.
"Hey, stranger~" She berkata quietly, smirking. Kal smiled and walked over to her, his shoes still slightly squishing with water inside. The two kissed and Kal rubbed the child's head gently.
"How was your day~?" Maria asked as she rocked the child slowly.
"Oh, it was okay. How was yours?" He asked.
"Ah, it was fine. Spent it with little Victor here, and at one point today, he got ahold of my phone. Thank god he didn't accidentally call anybody atau hapus anything." She giggled. "I think he just took some pictures."
And then Kal remembered that he too also snapped some foto today. All of the day's earlier events came rushing back to him; the car ride, awaiting for the man, climbing the pohon and-
and
The pictures he took of the man's lover.
As he remembered the couple--their thrusts against the sheets, the moaning he could slightly hear, the way the girl's breasts bounced--his face flushed.
"Would you-excuse me for a second?" Kal asked Maria as he wedged past her and walked down the short hallway to his bedroom. He went in, shut the door, and quietly locked it, then sat on his bed.
His room was small, and there was no light other than the light emerging from a lamp he had at his night stand. On the walls were those typical 15-year-old-boy posters and occasionally some old family photos.
Kal pulled out his phone and opened his foto app. He hesitated before clicking on the line of foto he took today, but eventually opened them anyway. As he scrolled through the raw photos, he at last landed on the closeup of the girl's breasts and had a burst of arousal flood over him like the rainwater that covered him from head to toe.
He didn't care that Jackson was probably going to kill him at some point. He didn't care that he had to drop out of highschool with his equally young girlfriend because he got her pregnant. He didn't care about the repercussions of watching and ultimately snapshotting a couple during sex, nor did he care about the other couples and girls he took foto of without their consent. He didn't care that he lived in a hellhole of a halaman awal surrounded oleh horrid people living horrid lives. He didn't care about tomorrow. He didn't care about today. But there was one thing he did care about, and that was the temporary satisfaction he got from using those foto to his nasty advantage. The only thing he cared about at this point was ultimately his own happiness and the desires he had to press down on a daily basis, and later letting everything go for a few detik of release.
And that's what he secretly told himself everyday. And no one ever knew.
