This choice: cathy just wants to leave and grab her kid • Go Back... Cathy doesn’t bother going back to change. As quickly as possible she goes to get her daughter and wants to leave right away. She scoops up her little girl and as fast as she can walk in flip-flops head out.
“Hey, wait,” Karen comes running up. “Wait a second, you forgot your keys in the locker” she is carrying Cathy’s cloths and things including her shoes. “Let me drive you,” Karen offers as any good friend would. Cathy after a moment nods yes.
Without any warning you are slammed back against the rubber separator and a vice of flesh comes around you sealing you in. Your arms are even pinned. You can’t breath and then Up and SLAM down UP, SLAM down. The world is spinning and you can’t hold it int. Your already empty stomach let lose and you vomit into the air. UP, SLAM. You can’t maintain consciousness as droplets the size of your head fly by from your mom’s temporary dip into the pool.
Cathy gets into the passenger seat after securing Shannon in the back. With out thinking she flips her flip-flops off her feet and they fall against the back of the foot section under the dashboard. Karen gets into the driver seat and starts up the car. “To bad,” she says absentmindedly but really is talking to Cathy.
“What?” Cathy asks, she isn’t in the mood for Karen’s jokes right now.
“You would have looked hot in that bathing suit.” Karen smiles trying to lighten the mood.
“Karen!” Cathy says, trying to stifle the unwanted laugh, “Shannon is in the car.” Cathy spars a look at her daughter who is just ignoring them in protest to being taken from the pool so early.
“You know she is seven right?” Karen asks as she puts the car in drive and heads off.
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You snap awake and in incredible pain. Your back hurts like hell. Slowly you open your eyes and your hands reach for the back of your head and lower back. Hey, wait my hands are free, I’m out, you realize. For a blessed moment since you have been in this hell you are free. Then you notice you are in some shady place with a rubber floor and you look straight ahead and see two giant bare feet crossed no more than twenty feet from you. Rolling over you slowly get up. There is a loud noise coming from beneath you and you hear the indistinguishable sounds above mix with the noise below. You have no idea what is going on.
The floor is vibrating and you have trouble keeping your balance. Slowly you look around and see two giant platforms that you became way to familiar with already. Wanting to get away from them you risk venturing closer to the giant feet that you assume is your mom but you can’t see very far up the giant ankle and leg. You manage to walk unsteadily despite the floor moving and your back around the feet and see that you are in some kind of hole or…a car seat, the room between the dashboard and feet room. Okay, I figured this out. That wall to your right though you can’t see over it is where the driver probably has the arm rest.
Then an idea comes to you. The rubber is just a mat over the fuzzy upholstery of the base of the car’s interior. If I can climb up, you think, to the arm rest I can be seen and no way can I be stepped on or trapped. OW, a stabbing of pain get into your back side. You go to your knees and take a breather. Too fast, I’m moving to fast, you say to yourself. How long has it been since you heard the sound of your own voice besides screaming?
After a short break you feel the vibrations from the floor getting slower. Maybe Mom is ready to get out soon, I got to getup there, you think to yourself with determination. You force yourself to work through the pain and start taking hold of the fuzzy and stringy material and start climbing up trying to get to the seats above and the arm rest. Whose car is this if mom isn’t driving?
You are so close to the top and your arms are dead tired and your back is screaming for mercy. So close you tell yourself, keep going. You ignore the fact that you are only a few feet from your mom’s giant thighs right behind you. You keep going up then STOP, the car comes to a halt and you go flying in the recoil…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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