Patricia walked over to her closet and pulled out her long morning robe. Wrapping it around herself she synched it tight at the waist and then exited the bedroom to check on Britany and Erica. Kati and Billy could get themselves out of bed; and only Billy had to go to school. Britany tended to sleep later since she was working; taking a year off before going away to college. As Patricia stepped out into the uncarpeted hallway she felt something odd. She kept walking but in the back of her mind she couldn’t put her finger on what was off. As she walked her slippers made a SMACK, SMACK, SMACK sound. Not for the first time she was glad not to have to walk on the cold floor…otherwise she would need to put socks on in the morning before her shower.
Patricia knocked on Britany’s door and poked her head in. The 13 year old was still in bed and growled as her own alarm was ringing. “TIME TO GET UP!” the mother called into the room.
“Mom. I don’t want to…” the girl growled back.
“TOO BAD,” Patricia sang back smiling while she pivoted on her right foot to turn back into the hallway. Brittany would get up on her own in a minute or two. Patricia then went over to the other bedroom where Erica slept. Erica didn’t have an alarm and still was woken up by her mommy. Walking over to the child size bed with all its princess sheets and pink comforter she bent down to rub Erica’s head and cooed, “Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”
The small girl rolled over and her eyes opened. She made some incoherence noises but Patricia didn’t stop. “Yes. It is time to get up.” After some persistence the baby of the family stretched out in bed and threw off her covers with the help of her mother. Standing up Patricia took a step back to watch the little girl assert her independence and sit up in bed to look around. Erica managed to get out of bed on her own but Patricia still helped her by going to the dresser and pulling out her cloths. Rolling to the balls of her feet and then getting down on her knees, Patricia helped Erica put on her shirt and jumper. Surprisingly Erica could get her socks on.
Once that was done, Patricia already heard Brittany in the hall bathroom. Picking up her youngest child she held the baby on top of her hip and signed in mock grown…”You are getting so big.” Which made Erica smile.
Billy’s world was beyond description. He had been dragged up then CRUSHED so many times that he had already passed out and recovered from the repetitive impacts. Up, SLAMB, CRUSH, Up, SLAMB, CRUSH. The abuse forced absolutely every bit of air out of his lungs and threatened to cave in but then would lift off forcing air to fill is chest again only for the process to repeat. Each time he was mashed into the ground he blacked out for a moment only to come to awareness just as the pressure was rolling over his head just to push off again.
In only the vaguest of ways was Billy aware of the difference between the carpeted bedrooms and the wood floor hallway. He was so badly injured that his one coherent thought was to try and swim away. SWIM…the only experience that this could be compared to was being torn out by a undertow in the beach and being repeatedly washed out against the gravely beach bed only be to be slammed again and again by the current…only this was worse. It was like he was stuck on a freeway and semi-trucks kept hitting him over and over again and again.
Things got even worse when with out warning the slam didn’t end with the role and drag. Upon impact he didn’t experience the pressure increasing forcing the air out of him a second before it pressed him flat. He was brought up, SLAMBED to the ground and immediately the pressure bore down, crushing his head and upper torso preventing him from getting an open air way for the air in his lungs to escape. The Pressure built pushing on his partially inflated lungs forcing them to the point that they were going to bust one way or another. It lasted a moment before Billy’s head and face were GROUND into the floor and he was torqued back up spinning a half second unable to let the old air out or get new air in before he was crushed again. The cycle resumed as normal for a few impacts.
Billy was so far gone that he didn’t even hear the giant monsters way above him. He was as unaware that his mother was slowly killing him be beating the ever loving daylight out of him as she was of the mortal parrel her only son was in.
Billy had the air forced out of his and the pressure rolled forward crushing him then stopped moving. The massive weight pressing him down stayed there. Billy’s vision went spotty. He heard something. It was loud and big but so far away. In the darkness he saw flashes of light before his eyes but these were the results of his brain fighting to survive as the little air in his blood stream was used up. The darkness was closing in.
“HUHUH!” Billy gasped in air as he was jolted up then slammed back down. After two more impacts the pressure built up again but suddenly the pressure rolled completely over him and he was lifted up spinning until he was upside down and looking at his own feet as his lower body dangled up in the air…like he was stuck midway in a summersault. The giant thing he was stuck to shifted and his body fell flat up against it but Billy was still upside down…no, he was upside down at an angle. He choked in breath after breath of fresh air. His vision was coming back although the side of his face felt hot and raw. His arms were still splayed out and he couldn’t move much. Was that a tend over him…looked like a bit of light coming through a sheet, maybe. Billy’s awareness of the situation was starting to come back when the mass shifted and he rolled forward, his face and head being crushed followed by the rest of him. The mass pressed down even harder if that were possible and then Billy was being dragged up again and crushed, and dragged and crushed.
Patricia knocked on Britany’s door and poked her head in. The 13 year old was still in bed and growled as her own alarm was ringing. “TIME TO GET UP!” the mother called into the room.
“Mom. I don’t want to…” the girl growled back.
“TOO BAD,” Patricia sang back smiling while she pivoted on her right foot to turn back into the hallway. Brittany would get up on her own in a minute or two. Patricia then went over to the other bedroom where Erica slept. Erica didn’t have an alarm and still was woken up by her mommy. Walking over to the child size bed with all its princess sheets and pink comforter she bent down to rub Erica’s head and cooed, “Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”
The small girl rolled over and her eyes opened. She made some incoherence noises but Patricia didn’t stop. “Yes. It is time to get up.” After some persistence the baby of the family stretched out in bed and threw off her covers with the help of her mother. Standing up Patricia took a step back to watch the little girl assert her independence and sit up in bed to look around. Erica managed to get out of bed on her own but Patricia still helped her by going to the dresser and pulling out her cloths. Rolling to the balls of her feet and then getting down on her knees, Patricia helped Erica put on her shirt and jumper. Surprisingly Erica could get her socks on.
Once that was done, Patricia already heard Brittany in the hall bathroom. Picking up her youngest child she held the baby on top of her hip and signed in mock grown…”You are getting so big.” Which made Erica smile.
Billy’s world was beyond description. He had been dragged up then CRUSHED so many times that he had already passed out and recovered from the repetitive impacts. Up, SLAMB, CRUSH, Up, SLAMB, CRUSH. The abuse forced absolutely every bit of air out of his lungs and threatened to cave in but then would lift off forcing air to fill is chest again only for the process to repeat. Each time he was mashed into the ground he blacked out for a moment only to come to awareness just as the pressure was rolling over his head just to push off again.
In only the vaguest of ways was Billy aware of the difference between the carpeted bedrooms and the wood floor hallway. He was so badly injured that his one coherent thought was to try and swim away. SWIM…the only experience that this could be compared to was being torn out by a undertow in the beach and being repeatedly washed out against the gravely beach bed only be to be slammed again and again by the current…only this was worse. It was like he was stuck on a freeway and semi-trucks kept hitting him over and over again and again.
Things got even worse when with out warning the slam didn’t end with the role and drag. Upon impact he didn’t experience the pressure increasing forcing the air out of him a second before it pressed him flat. He was brought up, SLAMBED to the ground and immediately the pressure bore down, crushing his head and upper torso preventing him from getting an open air way for the air in his lungs to escape. The Pressure built pushing on his partially inflated lungs forcing them to the point that they were going to bust one way or another. It lasted a moment before Billy’s head and face were GROUND into the floor and he was torqued back up spinning a half second unable to let the old air out or get new air in before he was crushed again. The cycle resumed as normal for a few impacts.
Billy was so far gone that he didn’t even hear the giant monsters way above him. He was as unaware that his mother was slowly killing him be beating the ever loving daylight out of him as she was of the mortal parrel her only son was in.
Billy had the air forced out of his and the pressure rolled forward crushing him then stopped moving. The massive weight pressing him down stayed there. Billy’s vision went spotty. He heard something. It was loud and big but so far away. In the darkness he saw flashes of light before his eyes but these were the results of his brain fighting to survive as the little air in his blood stream was used up. The darkness was closing in.
“HUHUH!” Billy gasped in air as he was jolted up then slammed back down. After two more impacts the pressure built up again but suddenly the pressure rolled completely over him and he was lifted up spinning until he was upside down and looking at his own feet as his lower body dangled up in the air…like he was stuck midway in a summersault. The giant thing he was stuck to shifted and his body fell flat up against it but Billy was still upside down…no, he was upside down at an angle. He choked in breath after breath of fresh air. His vision was coming back although the side of his face felt hot and raw. His arms were still splayed out and he couldn’t move much. Was that a tend over him…looked like a bit of light coming through a sheet, maybe. Billy’s awareness of the situation was starting to come back when the mass shifted and he rolled forward, his face and head being crushed followed by the rest of him. The mass pressed down even harder if that were possible and then Billy was being dragged up again and crushed, and dragged and crushed.
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June 10, 2023
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