What else can I do besides try this phone again? I don't think I can survive in this house for long and getting help from the neighbors would require a travel that could take days. I pull the phone out my pocket and my eyes widen. I have the faintest of signals! I don't want to move at all to ruin it. I open up the contact list and before I make a call I realize I have to choose carefully. Emergency services wouldn't believe me, same with Mom and Cindy to where they would leave work or school to come home. Same thing with most of my friends but there is one person. Jess.
Every guy knows Jess. She's a slutty nineteen year old who lives two houses down from me. Of course she won't believe me either but I can easily convince her to at least come to the porch and then get her to look down at me. I've been friends with her for awhile and she's been trying to aggressively hook up with me but I always denied her advances due to having a girlfriend in the past and now recently even without one because of my dignity. Now I need her help.
With that I press the call button.
After the second ring. "Hello?" Says Jess's tired voice, she must've just woke up.
"Jess, I need you to come to my porch I can't really explain right now."
"Dan? Is that you? You're breaking up really bad, I can't make out what you said."
"Come to my house! I'll explain later!"
"Come to your house? Like now?"
I think for a second. It'll take me about thirty minutes to reach the porch.
"Thirty minutes! Come to my house in thirty-"
My signal cuts out. I have to get to that porch now! I start the trek through the kitchen. Quickly walking around boulder sized crumbs and over powdery dust of the crumbs my mom and sister crushed. Walking through the living room for the better majority of the thirty minutes I make it to the foyer area in front of the front door. Walking past a large pair of Cindy's brown sandals, I go under the front door. The gap is smaller than that of the bedroom doors but still more than small enough to go through for me.
I am introduces to blinding sunlight and a breeze that threatens to whisk me away. I am now on the porch and on top of the welcome mat caked in mud and dirt. I walk forward to get off of it and onto cement. That's when I see her. Coming up my driveway miles in the distance is a young woman with short blonde hair, wearing a black tank top that barely held her oversized breasts and revealed her flat stomach. Her shorts may as well have been denim panties and looking down her long legs I could see her thin-soled tan sandals with a black thong strap. She had a gold piercing on her nose and stomach and a black tribal tattoo extending from her left upper thigh to her knee and the top of her right foot had a rose tattoo.
I look at my phone and see I have a signal again! I get to her number on the contacts list and press the call button. Jess is walking up the steps of the porch. By now her footfalls create the menacing earthquakes and the thunderous boom from impact. Jess walks up the steps and I am left watching her in full height as she picks up her phone. As she puts it to her ear her foot positioned a few hundred feet forward of me is about to lift up, meaning it will travel another few hundred feet to crush me flat!
"Dan?" Jess answers, her voice echoing in real time and her voice in the phone making a metallic distortion of her.
"STOP!"
Jess stops in her tracks.
"What?" Jess asks with a confused look.
Looking at her frozen still for a brief few seconds. I can tell she looks moist as if she just took a shower. The smell of her berry scented soap mixed with cheap perfume permeates the air. She believes I invited her over to fuck. I will owe her anything she wants after this. Even with her wearing a pair of very thin soled sandals, they are still several stories in height to me. I'll have to get her to look down at me.
"Look down in front of you!" I tell her on the phone.
"What you're breaking up again?"
"Look down in front of you!" I say again.
Jess looks down right at me with her brown eyes. I wave my arms at her. "Down here! Do you see me!"
"What are you talking about, Dan? Are you going to let me in or what?"
She can't see me, she needs to get down closer.
"Jess, squat down and look at me closer!"
Jess lets out a sigh. "Fuck this, wasting my time."
With that she hangs up the phone and turns around leaving me feeling hopeless. I try to run after her but she is already off the porch going down the first step when her phone drops from her hand. She curses under her breath and bends down to pick up the phone. I sprint full speed to reach the edge of the porch just as she picks up her phone and starts to wipe off the dirt from it. Looking down off the edge of the porch I see my ticket out of here. Her foot just below me. Of course it's hundreds of feet down but maybe her skin can absorb the impact. This isn't a choice either way, it's either do this or die alone in the house. I jump before she can walk away!
Air whooshes around my ears as her foot nears until I land with a hard impact on top of her rose tattoo. The impact is so intense that even Jess feels it and looks down but dismisses it when she sees nothing. The wind is knocked from my lungs and my body stings with a searing pain but before I get a chance to recover, G-force impose their will upon my body as Jess lifts her foot up to begin walking. Before she puts her foot down to complete the step, I quickly grab onto small blonde hairs that are as thick as shoe strings and then negative g-forces attempt to lift me off her foot until it smacks onto the ground. This continues for several minutes as Jess walks to her house. Completely unaware of her tiny passenger.
After throwing up several times and nearly losing grip, I start to gain the ability to somewhat think of my predicament. I appear to be on the way to Jess's house. I've never been in there but I know she lives with her mom who is just an older version of her in terms of looks and sluttiness. I should've just got my family's attention last night when I had the chance...
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