This choice: Interrupted by an Irate Vicky • Go Back...Chapter #4Vicky’s Interrupted Run by: Alistair   Sarah seemed to hesitate for a moment, making you anxious as to what she was about to ask you to do. The silence was hanging over the room, and it seemed that both of you were waiting for the other to break it.
Finally Sarah started to speak.
“I need you to-“
Sarah’s sentence was suddenly cut off by the sound of keys rattling in the lock, before the door swung open.
Vicky, your sister’s girlfriend, stormed into the room, her pretty face and hazel eyes contorted in a look of annoyance.
“I’m home! My stupid insole ripped so I had to cut my run short,” Vicky huffed as she thundered through the door, her irate footsteps sending shockwaves across the floor that even you felt from your position on the coffee table. She strained a smile at her girlfriend, clearly not noticing you on the coffee table. “I’m gonna grab a spare one and then head back out.”
Vicky slipped off each of her shoes as she stepped into the room, kicking one shoe off with each step she took, before crossing the room and entering the bedroom to look for her replacement insole.
One of the shoes hit the leg of the coffee table, causing a tremor that almost sent you tumbling off of the coffee table, you barely managed to catch your balance. The other landed directly beneath you, allowing you to see the steam rising from the confines of it after Vicky’s foot perspiring inside of it during her jog. You could also plainly see the sorry state of the insole, the poor piece of material having been ground down to nothing under Vicky’s powerful strides. The stress of the latest run was clearly too much for it, as you could see a giant tear running from the heel and disappearing further inside the shoe.
Sarah glanced down at you, clearly surprised by her girlfriend’s intrusion. It seemed that whatever she was going to tell you was something she didn’t want Vicky to hear, as she didn’t continue her sentence now that Vicky had left the room.
“I’m going to go talk to Vicky for a minute, be right back,” your sister smiled, before standing up and following her girlfriend into the bedroom. As she walked past the edge of the coffee table, she almost hit the corner of it with her shin, and hopped to the side to avoid it, so she didn’t rock the table while you were stood on it.
What she didn’t account for, was the impact of her “little hop” doing exactly what she was trying to avoid. The impact of her foot on the ground shook the table just enough for you to lose your balance, and be sent tumbling off the edge, towards the mouth of Vicky’s running shoe far below you.
As you plummeted, you had just enough time to glimpse Sarah walking away from you without a glance back, clearly not even noticing what she had just accidentally caused. But a glimpse was all you got, the sight of your sister was soon replaced by the inside of her girlfriend’s running shoe.
You impacted hard on the well worn and damp insole, flattening instantly on impact. Despite being squashed by the force of the collision with the inside of the shoe, it did not stop your senses being assaulted by the inhospitable interior of it. The hot muggy atmosphere was overwhelming, and the smell would have caused you to gag if your body was capable. The fresh smell of sweat from Vicky’s run was so strong that you felt like it would soon seep into your pores, never to be washed out, and the slight depression you created in the worn insole quickly filled with sweat, squeezed from the fabric by your negligible weight.
You didn’t want to spend any more time than you had to in here, but you were certain either Sarah or Vicky would see you before anything bad could happen, you were directly below the opening to the footwear, a fact that you could see out of one eye that wasn’t on the underside of your flattened form, which was already beginning to pop back into shape.
Very soon you had almost popped back into shape, when you felt the telltale vibrations of a woman’s footsteps approaching.
You sighed with relief at the prospect of being spotted and pulled out of this hellish environment, you didn’t care whether it was Sarah or Vicky who spotted you, it would be almost impossible to miss you from where you were positioned.
1) You look up with relief when Vicky’s face appeared over the opening of the shoe, but the relief immediately faded when you realised she wasn’t looking at you, she was distracted in conversation with Sarah, who was out of your line of sight. As Vicky pulls the damaged insole free from the shoe, you weren’t taken with it, and were instead sent tumbling deeper into the shoe as she lifted it. Before you can recover, Vicky slid the replacement insole into the shoe, directly on top of you, trapping you underneath it just as Vicky slipped it back on to continue her run.
2) “… I swear I had a spare insole for that shoe somewhere around here! Those were really expensive running insoles, I’ll have to wait weeks on the replacement!” You were greeted with the sight of Vicky’s face, her brow furrowed in what could have been irritation as she spotted you, but soon switched to inspiration as she grabbed you and pulled you free. “Oh, Anthony, how’d you end up in there? It is kinda good that you’re here though. I need to ask you for a huge favour…”
3) “… I swear I had a spare insole for that shoe somewhere around here! Those were really expensive running insoles, I’ll have to wait weeks on the replacement!” You were greeted with the sight of Vicky’s face, her brow furrowed in what could was very clearly irritation. She turned to Sarah, as she plucked you from her shoe.
“Why is your brother in my shoe?” Vicky looked genuinely angry at you, and she spoke in an accusing tone. “Listen Sarah, I know you probably won’t believe me, but this sorta thing is happening too much with your brother to be considered a coincidence. I think we need to have a talk about his behaviour because I think he might be doing some of these things on purpose…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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