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A woman shrinks and find herself at the mercy of one of the men in her life
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Chapter #4

That's Not Snow...

    by: Deanthrocyte1 Author IconMail Icon
Kevin heads for his bedroom, taking tiny me along for the ride. He tries to keep it clean for me, but it only goes so far. Random shirts and pants cover his bed like poor pieces of décor. At the base is his gym bag, half-open and with its wardrobe guts strewn on the surrounding floor. He keeps a football team lamp beside his bed, sharing the space with old beer cans. Nevertheless, he keeps his dumbbells and footwear closer to the window than to the door. The trek stops here and before I get a chance to shout again, the buzz of his cellphone rattles my ears.

He picks it up. "Hey Brad, what's up?" Must be his gym buddy he talks about. I don't see him very often especially since we've been dating but he talks about him quite a bit. I look up to see a hand descend towards me. Has he found me? No, he simply grasps the end of his sock and carelessly yanks it off his foot. I tumble beneath it while he does the same with the other one. As I crawl out from beneath his sweaty sock, his bare feet disappear again. I approach the imprint in the carpet his dogs left behind, hopefully a good shouting place if any. But try as I might, I should've figured he wouldn't hear me over the phone.

Suddenly, I hear a loud snap from above - almost the sound of a tree snapping from its roots. A loud whoosh follows. Something falls towards me and in a poor choice of action, I huddle into a ball. The object falls short of hitting me and slides over on his side. Small flakes like snow follow. I take a look above and back to the strange object from above. "He's trimming his toenails..." I think to myself. Another crescent falls nearby, lying against its relative like whale ribs. Another snap, another nail falls. Finally I hear him say "Sure you can come over. I haven't seen Dani, so I think she's out for the day. But ya I can't wait for you to stop by..." Click, slam. The phone folds back up again.

Thankfully (or unfortunately) for me, Brad his gym friend is...

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1. He's really a nice guy

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2. He's a bit of a show-off

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3. He's a jerk

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