I had never seen Casey int his light before, he towered over me like a skyscraper. He moved and it was like seeing a mountain get up and walk. I cringed as he raised his foot. He wasn't trying to stomp on me though. He was kicking off his sneakers one by one. They both landed with a thud away from me.
I thought about running but my legs were shaking so badly that I don't think they could have carried me very far. He bent down and pulled off his socks and threw one right at my face! There was no way I could dodge such a large object even if I could make my trembling body obey. The big sock draped over me like a giant blanket. I gasped in shock as I was bowled over.
The icky sticky sock was very sweaty. I coughed a bit when I felt the nasty smell hit me. It was so bad. It was worse than three day old dirty dishes! Getting out from under that damp sock was really important. I tried to push it away but it was so heavy. I ended up having to crawl out from underneath it.
"Yeah that's it crawl to my feet bitch."
Why was Casey so mad at me? His feet were right next to his sock and I could see that they were a bit damp from being in his socks and shoes all day. I had hated the previous smell but now this didn't smell like three day old dirty dishes. This smelled like spoiled meat that had been rotten and no had noticed for weeks. I couldn't help it I began crying.
Casey laughed again. The jerk was enjoying my reaction to all of this. I mustered what courage I could and screamed.
"Why?"
Casey looked down at me and he had a really evil look on his face. I think I had just made things worse!
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