As the mother opened the gate I could see the reverse lights come on and I heard the daughter, who had only had a few driving lessons, giving the engine a few too many revs to get the car moving. She had opened the window and called to her mother as the car moved "how am I doing mum, I don't want to run over his face"
"Just come straight back as you are" she replied "you'll be able to go right over his chest again" By now the tears were really welling up in my eyes and all I had was a blurred vision of what was about to come. As the tyres crunched across the gravel towards me I tried to take a deep breath but the pain was to great and now I wondered whether I had any broken ribs. "Come on, nice and slow" said the mother.
Can I stop the car on him mum, so I can get out and have a real good look at his face"
"Sure, why not" she said "but just the back wheel first"
"OK, tell me when to stop"
As the rear tyre rolled across my arm I could feel it pinch against the side of the trench and then it was on my chest. All the breath came out of my lungs and again I could feel my body being crushed in to the soft earth below. "Stop there" called the mother. The girl applied the handbrake and got out of the car leaving the engine running. She looked down at the pain on my face and gave out a little giggle. "You licked my mums boots clean now you can lick my shoes clean or I won't move the car" Now I was in trouble. I could hardly move my jaw let alone open my mouth and stick out my tongue to lick her shoes. She stamped her shoe down hard on my swollen mouth and said "Come on, clean them"
I could do nothing and her patience lasted just a few seconds. In a moment she was standing with both feet on my face. I closed my eyes tight shut as she steadied her self against the car. "Is this how I was standing on him when he was under the cloth" she asked her mother.
"Yep, just like that"
"It feels quite good now, knowing he is under my feet. Why don't you give it a try. Your boots are much harder than my shoes" and with that she stepped off my face.
Mother was only standing a few feet away and looked down at the marks left on my face by the ridged soles of her daughter's shoes. "The hard soles of my boots have got a pattern on them too. I wonder how long I would have to stand on his face to leave some good prints" she said with a laugh. "and I'm heavier than you"
By now the weight of the car was really hurting me. I could hardly breath but neither of them paid any attention to the obvious look of fear in my eyes. I began to wish I had never started this and was scared of what was coming next. In a couple of strides the mother was standing by me. "You poor thing, I hope you are going to enjoy this as much as I am" and immediately smashed her right boot in to my face followed by the left. Steadying herself against the gate post I heard her daughter ask "Can I run him over with the front wheel now mum while you stand on his face?
"Go on then, but nice and slow and mind my feet" The mother twisted a little so she could see the direction of the front wheel causing me even more pain. Slowly the rear wheel bumped off my chest and gave me a few seconds of relief. I was right under the car and could hear the front tyre getting closer. I tried again to take a breath but my ribs were just so sore. Seconds later the wide low profile tyre rolled across my chest and thankfully the daughter didn't stop the car this time. She stopped the car about three feet away and got out to rejoin her mother who was just stepping off my face. "Wow, look at those tread marks mum, and you really have left some great boot prints on his face. What shall we do now?
"Oh I think he's had enough don't you. We should help him out of the trench and let him go. I bet he won't be trying that stunt again"
"Can I just put the car back on the drive" she asked "then I'll give you a hand"
All I could think was "please God no, no more, please I give up" but no words formed in my mouth. A grunt was all that came out which attracted the mother's attention. She looked down at me and said with a smile "go on then, but that's it, OK"
The daughter's joy has hard to miss as she defiantly stepped on to my chest, jumped as high as she could and smashed her hard shoes down on me. "Hey, I said that was enough" scalded the mother.
"Come on mum, I'm enjoying myself. Let me see if I can jump higher" and with that she launched herself in to the air again smashing her shoes in to my rib cage. "Look at his face, I bet that really hurt. You try mum, you're heavier than me then I'll put the car away, promise"
"Just one OK" she said and as the daughter stepped off the mother stepped on. "Hold my hands and I'll see how high I can jump" Looking down my nose I could just see her boots sinking in to my body and then felt the pressure as she pushed her self up in to the air. She felt only a little heavier than her daughter but when she brought her hard boots crashing down on my chest landing heels first I felt two ribs crack and I think she did too. She stepped off and looked closely at the damage then bent down and pressed with her finger against my lower ribs which moved confirming the break. "God that must've hurt" she laughed. Her daughter joined the laughter and placed her foot on the broken ribs, pressed down and said "Wow, you really can feel them move. Kiss mummy's boots and say thank you for braking your ribs" I could just about muster up a pucker as her muddy boot landed again on my mouth then the other. "Come on, I'm getting hungry now. Lets put the car away and get rid of him" said the mother.
"I'll drive" said the daughter running back to the car, jumping in and starting the engine before her mother could object. This time her aim wasn't so good and the front tyre passed over me within inches of my throat, luckily missing the broken ribs. As the rear tyre rolled over me she pretended to get stuck, stopping again with me trapped under the wide tyre. "Stop messing about" said the mother "we've had our fun. With that the girl let the car roll off and parked in front of the garage.
Rejoining her mother they used the garden fork and spade to loosen the compact earth around my body until at last I could move my arms. Next my shoulders came free and then I was able to lift my head a little. I placed my hands either side of the trench and lifted myself up. Now I was in a sitting position but could not stand because of the pain in my chest and ribs. The two held me under my arms and lifted me in to a standing position. Thankfully my legs still worked and over the next 30 minutes managed to walk the quarter mile back to my home. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my face and body. The tyre tread and boot marks were disappearing being replaced by yellow and blue bruising. I know I would need some hospital treatment so gingerly climbed in to my car and drove to the nearest A&E. I still could not speak due to the damage to my mouth and face but the injuries spoke for them selves. Ex-rays confirmed the broken ribs and a nurse attended to my smashed face and damaged teeth. The doctor said he would have to report the incident to the police because of the severity of the injuries as he said it look like I had been beaten up and run over. Luckily I had a few days to recover before making a statement to the effect that I was beaten up by some drunks in town. The broken ribs were probably caused by someone kicking me.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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