This choice: Out the window entirely (or writer's choice) • Go Back...Chapter #5Into the Runner's Path by: bobob1   Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as you noticed Stacy had her bedroom window all the way open, in order to let cool breezes in while studying with her tiny little brother. However, your mother’s absurdly powerful and painful kick had sent you flipping and flying directly towards the open window, and you only had a split second to wish Stacy had never opened it.
Unable to do anything to stop your head-over-heels trajectory, you sailed straight through the window and out of Stacy’s room. Barreling headfirst down towards the sidewalk in front of your house, you slammed into the ground with a slightly audible squick. Your squishy body flattened out in an instant, your face smeared into the concrete. It happened quickly and efficiently, barely ten seconds passing between Shannon’s kick and crashing onto the ground.
Even from outside you could hear the startled cries of your mother and sister at what had happened to you, though you certainly weren’t able to see them trip over each other on their way out of the bedroom door, collapsing into the hallway and groaning. You merely focused on reforming quickly, your head snapping up from the ground, red from the rough landing. You wanted to pop back to normal and trek back to the house before anything bad happened.
Of course, you wished you knew better than to think thoughts about teasing fate, as two college girls soon entered into view, rounding a corner and jogging at a quick, steady pace. They were both exceptionally beautiful girls, with the girl in front sporting gorgeously flowing light brown hair and tanned skin from consistent sun exposure. She was curvy, but had the firm and lean body of a regular athlete. Sweat glistened off of her body, making her practically glow under the sun’s rays.
She was wearing a tight green sports bra and green compression short shorts, her overall attractive appearance enhanced by her choice of revealing but suitable attire. However, most of your attention was on her matching green sneakers with thundered along the sidewalk, growing frighteningly close with each passing second. That, and the fact that her gaze was locked squarely ahead of her, and not at a bug-sized squishy guy stuck on the sidewalk.
As she approached, you felt fear overcome you as you realized it was physically impossible for you to escape in time. Gritting your teeth, the last thing you saw was the bottom of the girl’s right foot, her sneaker caked in dirt and grime from the roads she’d run on. Time seemed to halt for a brief moment of tension, before the brown-haired giantesses shoe slammed down, squashing you flat like the bug you were to her.
Not hearing or feeling a thing, the girl merely kept running, a smile on her face as a welcome breeze blew through her long hair. Her friend beside her laughed, spreading out her arms dramatically and tilting her head back. The brown-haired girl laughed, never once slowing down, and the two girls soon turned another corner, heading off down a side alleyway.
Your mother and sister bolted out the front door seconds later, calling your name and scanning the sidewalk and grass for you. Due to their unfortunate clumsy accident a minute earlier, they had just missed your unaware captor and her friend disappear down the alley. In fact, they didn’t even suspect anyone had been by, and were convinced you were somewhere close, waiting to be found. They searched in vain for you for nearly an hour.
Underneath the brown-haired girl’s foot, you mentally screamed in pain as each slam of her foot onto the ground sent waves of discomfort through your entire body. Each powerful, world-shaking impact squeezed and pressed at your squishy body, gluing you more and more to the treads of the girl’s sneaker. Dirt and grime soon covered your entire body, the sensation of each pounding step lessening as your malleable form ingrained itself deeper into the crevices of the girl’s shoe.
“We’re nearing the end Gina.” The brown-haired girl’s friend panted between breaths. “Ten miles is a bit much…I think.”
The brown-haired girl, Gina, laughed. “You’re doing…fine!” She assured her friend, rounding the last corner. Both of their houses soon came into view. By now, the two girls were about ten minutes from your house, a complicated series of roads and alleys separating you from the two people in the world who could possibly save you now. Why did fate have to be like this?
Slowing their pace, Gina and her friend shared a quick, sweaty hug before departing to their individual houses. Gina slowly sauntered around her house for a few minutes, cooling her legs off without completing shutting down her momentum. Once her heartrate had sufficiently calmed down, Gina walked into her house, kicking off her mud-covered shoes and trekking up to her bedroom.
“I’m home, mom!” Gina called to her mother, Mary, who was currently in the bathroom. As if to answer her daughter’s call, Mary swung open the door.
Curvaceous almost didn’t do Mary justice, and most people wondered how one woman could be so fit and athletic but still possess such jaw-dropping curves. With brown hair matching her daughter’s, Mary was the spitting image of the sexy woman her daughter was on the path to becoming. One small towel was wrapped around her breasts, another around her ass, and one was curled around her hair.
“Have fun on your run, sweetie?” Mary asked, smiling sweetly and stroking her daughter’s head, despite the sweat lining every strand of hair.
“Yeah…but you mind if I take a quick shower?” Gina asked, grabbing a few clean towels to use.
“Only if you take a minute to clean off your sneakers.” Mary smiled wryly, hands on her hips. “I always end up doing it for you.”
“Right. Sure!” Gina nodded, heading back downstairs. She grabbed her sneakers and walked into the kitchen, pausing to get a knife out of the silverware drawer. With practiced efficiency, Gina scraped every last bit of dirt and grass off of the bottom of her sneakers. Of course, this also meant she freed you, but not without (unintentionally) viciously scraping at your body with the knife. Your poor clothes were shredded to bits instantly.
Gina dumped the refuse into the trash, but kept your body in her hand. She peered at the tan lumpy object you appeared to be, wondering what the hell she had stepped in. Taking an extra second to wash you off under the sink, she still couldn’t place what you were, your facial features currently too smeared to decipher.
Shrugging, Gina tossed you onto the couch, deciding to investigate you later. Her nice, hot shower was calling her name, and her aching body demanding relaxation. Leaving your crumpled form on the couch, Gina sauntered back upstairs, entering the bathroom, stripping naked, and hopping into the shower.
Now that you were free from Gina’s shoe and the constant agony of her every step squashing the life out of you, you could begin to try and reform. The next step would be to find some method of getting back home. Was Gina your best bet? You weren’t sure where you were, or if you’d be able to wander around back home if you simply left the house.
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