Pinky and Scamper’s Big Adventure: Lindsey’s Revenge
Pinky and Scamper’s Big Adventure: Lindsey’s Revenge
By
Asukafan2001
© Copyright 2004. Giantess Planet. All Rights Reserved.
Adventure Two: Part 1
I looked out through the bars of my hell, I was alone again. Lindsey had been to bed twice hardly paying me any attention. A single minute felt like days, I didn’t even know what day or how many days I had been here. I gave up on shaking the bars days ago. This, this place, this bedroom is my world. I sit here on the ottoman in this cage day in and day out. I find myself struggling to remember at times what the world beyond this bedroom looks like.
I begin to hear a pounding and squeaking of the floor boards. I pop up from the floor and look at the door, waiting, just waiting for it to swing open. I pray that it’s Hilary walking in to save me but I know its not. I know that I could very well die in this cage.
The gargantuan body of Lindsey casually walks into the room; my eyes lock onto her colossal form as she walks about the room not so much as even glancing at me.
“Let me out of here! You are not going to get away with this!” for the first time since I first woke up she turned towards me. I watched her eyes lock onto my tiny form. As she neared I could smell her perfume, her perfume which made me sneeze. It was overpowering, I couldn’t believe how strong it was. I knew it was my size but I felt myself get a bit light headed as she crouched down so she was level with me. I gulped as her face encompassed the entire wall.
“I won’t get away with what scamper?” quips Lindsey as she jabs her pinky finger through the bars and into my gut. I gasp for air as I tumble over onto the floor of the cage.
“Pathetic” she says condescendingly. I stare at her pinky finger as she pulls it back through the bars. Pinky, rings in my head reminding me of Dave. He is probably fondling my kid sister’s tits. I jump backup to my feet realizing that every moment I am here is a moment Dave is taking advantage of my sister.
I grab the bars and rattle them repeatedly like a caged animal. This only makes Lindsey laugh as I struggle to break through these bars. I climb up onto the boarder which runs around the cage as I continue to shake the bars. Lindsey who pulls up a small bottle from her purse and sprays it onto me, I tumble backwards trying to rub the stuff out of my eyes.
“I stink, I stink like you! Let me out!!” I scream.
“Let you out? My revenge has only just begun. You should have seen your sister; she was down in the dumps. It’s like she had lost her best friend, oh wait she lost a brother. It felt incredible to have that power over her, to know that at anytime I could rescue her from that sorrow, from that misery but I can just sit back and let the good times roll. All thanks to you scamper.”
The reality of the situation sets in as Lindsey opens up the door to the cage, I try to run out of the way but her warm, powerful fingers grasp onto me, curling around my body pressing me into the palm of her hand which blankets my body. I close my eyes as she presses me tighter and tighter into her hand. I can feel her hand retreating with me in it.
“You are really in my hand. You are so light, weighing almost nothing. It’s incredible. I always hated your sister. I hate how she teases and torments me. I hate how she is little miss popular but now, now all my prayers are solved. No matter what she does to me I know that I can come home where brother sits trapped in a cage in my room.”
“You said you were going to let me go. You said just for a couple of days. It’s been a week.” I plead as she lifts her palm off of me cupping her hand as she looks down at me, her red locks of hair spilling around me, her larger then life face staring at me, her eyes focused on my every move.”
“Maybe in a couple days” retorts Lindsey as she starts to pull her hands apart, I grasp onto her fingers trying to keep myself from falling, but the oil on her skin causes my grip to slip and tumble to the floor.
I stare up at her as she stands up. I try to move but my muscles are like Jell-O. Lindsey laughs as she stands up leaving me lying helpless on her floor. I can hear the rustling of drawers and scissors. The feeling in my muscles starts to return as Lindsey walks back towards me. I can feel the floor tremble and shake as she places her feet down on either side of me as she looks down at me with a smirk on her face. I hadn’t ever felt as small as I do now, her keds were taller then me. I felt like a worm trying to crawl out from beneath her shoe.
She knelt down grasping me with her left hand, I felt some rope drape over me, I tried to pull my arm away but she was already tightening it around my arm, she then tied another rope around my opposite arm, then wrists, legs and ankles.
“What are you doing! Let me go.” I got no reply as she begin to tie the rope which incidentally was just simple string around some sticks. I then heard the snap of tension on the line as I am dragged off the floor. I try to reach out for something in some attempt to stop her but my muscles still feel like mush.
My body drops against her bed, as I feel my left arm lift up and then my right, I start to push myself up. My body begins to rise against my will. I look up seeing the strings all tied around a stick, it then dawns on me, I am a human Pinocchio.
“Watch this; it’s just like real life. Only instead of just controlling every aspect of your life, I now also control you. Dance my puppet!”
My body lurches as my arms begin to swing from side to side in time with the beat, my legs start to move about in awkward positions almost like the guys I see dance at the clubs.
“Hey can you do the splits? Oh well lets find out.” I can feel Lindsey making my knees bend and then I am pulled into the air as she spreads my legs apart as I scream in pain. I pound on he purple comforter as she pulls me up as Lindsey begins to dance while making me dance in a similar style.
“You guys always want to grind with us girls” my response was cut off as Lindsey propels me through the air, I can feel my tiny arm start pull back. I try to stop it but she easily over powers me, my body is at her whim. My hand smacks her in the ass, followed my entire being pressed against her ass, my body following her movements. Lindsey then spins around and I find myself looking at her face to face.
Lindsey drops the wooden sticks onto her bed and starts to walk away. I weakly stand up and try to pull them but they are much too heavy. Lindsey looks back and then heads back for me. She grabs me and tosses me back into the cage like I am nothing but a rag doll. My body slams against the metal bars of the cage as I drop down to the floor. Lindsey not even looking back once to see I if I was alright flicks her lights off and shuts the door behind her leaving me once again alone and to my thoughts.
I looked back and felt myself starting to slide across the floor. The slick floor provides no traction to try to stop my momentum. I look back to see the sticks tumbling off the ottoman, my back then plunges against the metal bars trapping me against them.
I hope this isn’t a long night out. I think to myself as I wait for Lindsey.
Meanwhile, across town Dave wasn’t doing much better, the darkness of Hilary’s sock drawer which is clouding his senses. The smell of laundry fills his nostrils as he sits atop a balled of sock a prisoner of his friends sister.
Everything starts to rumble from side to side as the drawer is pulled out allowing a bit of light to shine in. The face of Hilary looks down at Dave with a smile as she reaches for him.
“Now Pinky, I want you to meet one of my friends so make sure you are on your best behavior.” Condescendingly quips Hilary as she places her hands on her hips to emphasize her point.
“Hilary, its embarrassing being shown off like this; I am not some toy to be shown off like a new necklace.”
“Of course not Pinky, you’re my little man. So be good and mind your manners kay?”
“Okay, he’s ready to meet you Ashlee” calls out Hilary as she holds her palm flat so that Dave can stand.
Dave looks up at Hilary as she moves towards the opening door. Dave grasps the multicolored sweater of Hilary as she carries him across the room. Dave snuggles himself against Hilary’s sweater as he grabs a hold of it firmly.
“Aww, are you scared? How adorable, she is one of my best friends Pinky.”
Dave had a look of fear as she he watched the blonde stranger enter the room, he was astonished to see that she was taller then Hilary, Dave looked around in a panic as her hand reached for him, her fingers grasping him with ease stealing him from Hilary.
“He’s Adorable. You don’t need to be afraid”
I however was still held prisoner in Lindsey’s room as the door sauntered open. I watched as Lindsey lay down on her bed grabbing her phone, her attention not even focused on me the slightest bit. I kicked at the metal bars a bit finally resigning my self to ask for her help.
“Lindsey, please help me” I weakly sputter out as Lindsey turns her head. She looks into the my cage not seeing me at first until her eyes focus on me plastered against the cage wall unable to free myself from the string. Lindsey reaches over and effortlessly rips the string from my body. I fall back to the floor just in time to see her reach in and grasp me.
I tumble out of her grasp onto her bed. She pets me on the head a couple times like you would a dog for doing a good deed and turns her full attention back onto her book and phone. I look around at the seemingly ocean sized bed that she is resting on. I look up at her in awe for a moment forgetting that she is holding me here against my will. The simplest of her movements like her foot fidgeting is causing the entire bed to sway; the bed itself is like a stadium to me.
However, the shock and awe quickly wears off as I spot the open door. I look back at Lindsey who still hasn’t looked at me once since setting me here. I start moving towards the edge of the bed hoping to find an easier way down then jumping but I find myself more concerned with just getting there. I look back every so often seeing her attention still focused on the book.
I make it about halfway to the end of the bed when the entire bed starts shaking like a dingy on the ocean in the middle of a hurricane, her legs stretch out to the very end of the bed for a moment as the then curls her legs back and around where I am. I look back at her noticing that she still hasn’t looked away from her book.
I am at the mercy of her unconscious movements I think to myself. She wasn’t even aware of my progress and with a simple body movement changes the entire complexion of my surroundings, her legs are now curled around me almost like I am in the middle of a great valley. My head just appears over the legs as I look around trying to think of anyway to get off the bed without her realizing. My mind ran through plan after plan but I soon realized it was hopeless and slumped down onto the bed lying back against her legs.
I smiled as I walked into the room, I had enjoyed seeing my friends but at the back of my mind was the tiny man. I loved to torment him. I loved to walk about my room and go about my life without paying him one ounce of attention. Just like last night, I painted my nails and combed hair while doing my homework. I could hear his cries and plea’s for help or food but I pretended to ignore them. It was the perfect feeling. When I close my eyes I picture him as Hilary trapped in this cage in my room. Pleading for my help, begging for my table scraps, as I looked at him last night I loved tossing my left over food in the garbage in front of him instead of giving it to him; his entire body just collapsed as he looked out at me. Zack, or Scamper as I learned that his name to be was none the wiser. Not even realizing I was watching him, I was basking in the ecstasy of his helplessness. As I went to bed last night, I couldn’t help but dream that he was Hilary. I hope to someday have her under my finger just like I do him.
Now however, I find this so much more pleasuring then last night even. I don’t know if making him smaller made him stupid or what but he seems to think that I am oblivious to his actions. I watch him intently struggling to walk across my bed. The small bumps in my in my bedspread like tiny hills which he is forced to work around. I love how his feet sink so far into my bed making each step ever so difficult. I watch his head start to turn back. I smile as I pull my book up nearly over my face. I glance in my mirror on the far side wall. I watch his reflection looking back at me with such a pleased look on his face. He thinks he is really succeeding. He is really getting away.
I smugly lower my book once again as I watch him continue his trek, I laugh to myself as I think of an extremely dirty trick to play on him. I watch waiting for him to make it halfway. I struggle to contain my glee as he finally reaches my mark. I lift my book back up and look back at the mirror I stretch my legs out. I watch his head dart back. He has such terror in his eyes as I realize he fears me. My legs reach the very end of the bed before I roll over onto my side and curl my legs around him. I wait a bit making sure he has gone back to work before I look away from my book. My attention fixated back on him. He finally gave up slumping down onto the bed. The fun was over. I wonder what else I can do with him. He is after all nothing but a toy.
The night ticks by slowly as Lindsey reads her book. I don’t even know what night this is I think to myself. It’s almost like I am in another world. The more I try to get away the harder everything becomes. I can still remember days when I was 5’10” but it almost feels like it was another lifetime. Nearly every memory I recall seems to be of Lindsey.
The first thought is of when I tried to run out the door one time. I was on the carpeted floor and she was asleep in the ottoman. Atleast I thought she was asleep but I learned later she was playing possum. I took off running for the door knowing that if I could get to her parents, or just get out the door I would be home free.
I ran and ran the door seemingly not getting any closer as I press on trying to find an ounce of energy to make myself run a bit faster. It is then my leg catches on one of the loops in her carpet and I tumble face first onto the floor. My leg hopelessly twisted in the carpet with my struggling only making it worse.
Lindsey then gets up, standing up to her full endless height. It seems like she is so tall that a simple cloud is nothing but her exhaling on a cold winters day, with my leg trapped in the carpeting she plants her first step on the floor. I can feel the vibrations all the way down to my spine. I scream in absolute terror, I nearly pissed my pants on the second step. I struggled trying to break free; I was like a mindless beast not thinking straight as all I knew was panic. My body convulsing as she neared. I could hear her laughing now as she looked down on my helpless form.
“Who is under whose foot now?” She said it such away it was almost like I was someone else. She said it so vengefully I sense nothing but hatred in her voice which filled the entire room. I struggled trying to avoid it but her white stocking clad foot came down on my body with my head sticking out the side. I could feel her weight increasing slowly as she knelt down, her hands extended towards me. I screamed, I screamed like a little girl who had just lost her mom for the first time. I knew nothing but fear as her fingers curled around me. I lay in Lindsey’s palm sweating bullets unsure of how I got there, how her foot came off me, when she picked me up. She had such a pleased look in her eye as she lowered me back into my hell.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Lindsey reached into her pockets pulling out a cell phone bigger then myself, her conversation was quick and concise, without a word I was dropped back into hell as she left the room closing the door and turning off the lights in her wake. I was alone, alone again. My mind fights to come up with which is worse. Loneliness, or the time I spend with Lindsey. I only have one or the other in my life. I lie at the bottom of the cage thinking about this for sometime. I dozed off a few times while thinking but it was until the door opened back up that I was fully awake.
The ominous figure returned, however she looked around sifting through the closet for awhile.
“What’s that” the voice higher pitched and as she neared also shorter then Lindsey. Even with her shorter in height she was still immensely large to me. She knelt down behind the ottoman and stared at me as I stared at her. She had similar features to Lindsey yet different at the same time.
“Please, help me. Lindsey is holding me captive. I need to get back to my sister Hilary.” I yell out to her nervously waiting for a reply yet fearful at the sametime. The first person in seemingly a century who wasn’t Lindsey, I almost forgot what that was like.
“What are you? You must be some kind of animal but you look so human like. If you weren’t so small I would say that you were.”
“you don’t understand, I wasn’t always this way. I was shrunk by this device called the DigiDowner made by my friends brother and…”
“And I don’t care. You are in Lindsey’s room, in Lindsey’s cage. You are Lindsey’s. Which since I am her sister makes you also mine.”
“you listen here! I am 24 years old! I am your elder, your senior. Just do what I say and get me out of here.” She then opened the cage door. I thought for a split second I was going to bet freed but than she reached in and grabbed me. She grabbed me tighter and harder then when Lindsey grabbed me. I pounded against her fist but her grip was absolute.
“Older huh? Older yet you can’t escape my grasp; Older yet a pet to my sister. People aren’t pets. Only pets are in cages. Therefore, you’re a pet. Pets have no rights. You can do exactly what I say, when I say it. We can either be friends or enemies because it looks like I am your only contact with the outside world. Your only hope to freedom where if you do what I say, I may help you but you have to prove your loyalty and worth to me.”
I shook at what she said. I knew now that I probably wouldn’t ever leave this house, yet I prayed I was wrong. I want so badly to escape I have no choice but to believe her. I submit to her whim.
“Do you have a name?”
“Its scamp…err Zack”
“what was that you were about to say. I asked you what your name was toy boy. I would hate to have to ask Lindsey.”
“Scamper, my name is Scamper” I blurt out as she eyes me. I am then flipped up into the air and caught like a coin, and then flipped up again and caught once again.
“That wasn’t so hard was it Scamper! Are you hungry?” I nod my head as she sets me down on the ground. She stretches her long body across the floor as she stares down at me for a few minutes studying me. It was then I watched her dig into her pockets and pull out something covered in paper. As her hand pulls the paper away I see a half eaten snicker bar. My mouth waters as I move towards her. She raises the snicker bar up and takes a bite. As she pulls the candy bare away a string of Carmel goes from her mouth to the candy bar but it quickly falls to the wayside.
“If you want to some, all you have to do is beg me. Beg your master, beg Amy” Giggles the girl. I shudder as I realize she sees me as nothing but her sisters pet toy. To Lindsey I am atleast a person on some level, to Hilary I was a person but to this girl. To this girl I am nothing but her sister’s pet.
After several long minutes of begging she takes a second bite of the candy bar and then drops it in front of my me, my mouth waters as I step towards the candy bar. I cant believe how big her bite marks are, I can still see a bit of saliva around the edges. I try to bite into one the peanuts but my jaw isn’t strong enough to break through it. This makes the girl giggle as I blush in embarrassment. I resign myself to eat around the edges, the edges where a bit of her saliva and the heat of her mouth have made the chocolate soft and gooey. I bite into the chocolate around the edges; I can hardly believe how good that candy bar tastes. I take several bites before I fall to the floor to tired to eat another bite.
“See, scamper, you need me. Come here” The patting of her lap is deafening but I realize I have no choice but to appease her wishes. I am but a pet to this girl.
I crawl onto her lap, staring up at her. I run my hands across the thick warm material of her simple tank top. I caress my body against her as she strokes me tenderly. Amy continues to pet me for awhile until I feel her hand press against my back. She cuddles me against her, I can smell her perfume and body wash as she holds me against her, just a simple layer of fabric separating me from her stomach. She then lifts me up to her lips and gives me a quick kiss. Not a intimate kiss, but more a loving kiss, a loving kiss in the same respect that a master would love his dog.
“I better go, I am going over to Jamie’s house and it’s late already. I am sure Lindsey will back in a few hours. See you later little guy.” And that was the end of it. I was lowered into my cage as she walked out carrying some kind of garment which she got from her sisters closet. I curled up in a ball on the metal cage floor, and tried to sleep. I felt somewhat comforting in knowing I at least had a friend here. It was a bit disheartening and embarrassing to have to obey her every wor but it was a small price to pay for love, even if it is a different kind of love. It’s something; it’s a moment of escape from this world.
I closed my eyes knowing that next time that I would open them Lindsey would be there. I prayed that I would be able to keep them closed for along time.
Adventure Two: Part 2
I awoke to a rapping against the bars of my hell. I rolled over to see the face of Lindsey looking down at me. She had a giant plate in her hands, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted about the room. My mouth watered as she sat on the corner of her bed in a bathrobe staring at me eating her eggs and bacon.
“Does little scamper wants some?” giggles Lindsey as I watch her pile in tons upon tons of food. My eyes lock onto her fork that has a heaping pile of eggs. I can her hear snicker a little at the bit of drool coming out the corner of my mouth. My stomach growls as I watch it disappear into her mouth.
“This is so good Scamper” retorts Lindsey as she licks her lips. Nothing like fresh eggs and bacon you know? My uncle has a farm not too far from here so my family gets fresh pork, meat and eggs.
“Can I please have some? I haven’t eaten or drank anything in days.” I plead as I get on my knees and put my hands together like I am praying as I look up at her.
“I suppose I can get you something to drink when I am done eating my breakfast. I will consider feeding you tomorrow morning depending upon how I feel about your sister.” Snaps Lindsey as she stands up showing me the empty plate. Even the little crumbs left on it look amazingly good.
Lindsey turns the plate towards me, my stomach jumps for joy as I can see little chunks tumbling towards me. She does have a heart after all I think to myself. At the last minute she pulls the plate back, her tongue extends out from her cavernous mouth and mash against the plate. I watch the bits and pieces of food fall onto her tongue and then disappear into her mouth. She shows me the sparkling clean plate and smirks as she taps her finger against the cage a couple of times and stands up.
“Poor little Hilary’s brother. He wants food…well if you want it you better learn to beg a lot better then that. You know what she did to me yesterday. She stole my clothes and tossed them in the pool. That little tramp mumbles Lindsey as she storms out of the room.
I bit my tongue to keep the comments from flowing out of my mouth. As her door slams shut I kick at the side of the cage a little in frustration. Trapped like a rat, damn it Hilary, I have to pay for your fun.
Lindsey returns to the room, her eyes focused on my cage, she heads straight towards me; her hand easily sweeps the door open and latches onto me. She smiles down at me as she drapes her opposite hand over me concealing me in darkness; she opens her hands just a little bit so a shard of light drapes in as she tells me not to make any noise. My nose crinkles as her morning breath blows against me; her hands then snap shut trapping me in darkness as I feel her on the move.
A door slams shut as I tumble out of the darkness of her cupped hands and onto a tiled counter. I tumble into a bottle of Clearasil and some face wash. Lindsey immediately turns around as I hear a torrent of water gush out from somewhere.
“Can’t you stay out of trouble for even a minute? Just sit over there and be good or I will put you back in the cage.” I cringed at the thought of being back in that cage. I have grown to hate that hell; I don’t even think of that place as a cage, it’s a form of hell.
Lindsey turns back towards me and unties her bathrobe. I watch it tumble to the floor revealing just some boxers and a white T-shirt. I can’t believe this happening; I look away turning towards the wall.
“What’s wrong? Am I not pretty like yours sister and her friends. I’m sorry if I am a freak or is it my freckles? I remember a couple of times when you dropped your sister off at school, you and your friends use to laugh and call me freckle face. The whole school started calling me that.”
“Nnnnn-no you’re not ugly at all. You are gorgeous, I just didn’t feel right staring at you like this I mean you’re a minor and all.”
“Get use to it, the way I see it is you are going to be with me for a long time because I am not going to give your sister the satisfaction of knowing if your alright, if your safe, if you are dead or alive. I am tired of her and I’m tired of her games. Their isn’t a moment I wish I could just do something to her but I can’t, however I can do plenty to you and you are going to stay in that little cage, sitting on my ottoman until I see otherwise. You will come to appreciate me, and cherish just the fact that I acknowledge you. I mean even now do you have any idea how long you have been in that cage. Two and half weeks, that’s how long. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but there is no other way.”
Lindsey grabs me as she slides the shower door open and steps in. The steaming hot water pelts against her body as she sets me down on the floor of the bathtub. I stare up at her nude body unable to believe the sight, she seems to travel up endlessly, her red locks of hair dangling down, her soft skin. I pull my eyes away from her body and start to take a few steps forward to get into the spray of water. As I step out the blast of water hits me full bore knocking down to the ground, my head slams against the porcelain floor. I look down the length of the tub seeing the massive drain, what scares me most is there is no cover on it, just the hole itself. The torrent of water starts to carry me down the length of the tub. I try to stop myself but my hands just slide against the porcelain surface of the tub.
This is it I think to myself but then an earth shattering thud then a wave of water splashes back on top of me and I crash into wall. I sit up to see a couple of anklets made of colored beads and a few more made of hemp.
“You have to stay under my body stupid, you are too small and the water is strong” the words cut into me like a knife through butter. I was completely helpless; I crawled back beneath her body for shelter not even daring to try to go out again. I was forced to press my body against her foot and ankle and let as the soapy water fall down around me. I couldn’t believe I was washing myself with the soap she was washing off her body. I felt so low, like a parasite.
The soap was scented; it smelled like cucumber melon which made me in turn smell like cucumber melon. I once again pressed myself against Lindsey’s body as the water rushing off her body cleaned the soap off of mine.
“If you want water to drink you better get it now” shouts down Lindsey. I shutter in disgust but realize that she is right. I open my mouth and lap up the water sliding down her body.
I couldn’t believe the power I had over him. I keep telling myself it’s Hilary, its Hilary. I struggle to contain myself at the thought of Princess Hilary having to wash herself clean with my dirty water. That would serve her right. She doesn’t deserve clean water; she can get the water carrying my sweat, dirt and bacteria to clean her self off. That’s all she deserves in life.
I now struggle to keep myself from laughing at my evilness. Make her drink the water coming off of me. Yes, that’s what she gets. I so wish this really was you Hilary, but I guess your brother is the next best thing.
As Lindsey bent down I knew I had gotten all the water I was going to get, her wet hand wrapped around my body. I hardly tried to fight it as I knew it was futile. I couldn’t escape her grasp, but I did punch a little at her fist as it made me feel better. I felt myself moving away from Lindsey’s body as I watched her opposite hand shoot past me. I felt a slight drop as Lindsey dropped me into the soap dish. I looked around a little in fear at how high up I was but before I could comment the lid on the soap dish was slammed back down.
I sat in darkness for a while in a small puddle of water; the light hurt my eyes as Lindsey picked me up and placed me on the floor. I was dripping wet and shivering as I watched Lindsey grab her towel and start to dry herself off. I began to shiver in the cold air as I waited for Lindsey to dry me off but she placed the towel back on the rack and walked over to the sink.
I shivered for several more minutes until I spotted her boxers just a few feet away from me. I looked up at her and back over at the boxers. Lindsey’s back was to me as she primped and applied make up. I ran towards her plaid boxer shorts. I crawled into the warm boxer shorts. They smelled heavily of Lindsey, but I realized I had no choice. As I looked around the room I noticed her bathrobe hung up and her t-shirt in the laundry basket. I began to wonder if she left these here for me?
I pulled the plaid boxers around me and stared up at Lindsey for quite sometime. She did look almost like a goddess from this vantage point. I mean here I am on her bathroom floor bundled up in her dirty laundry trying to keep warm as she gets ready to venture out into the real world.
Lindsey finally turns around and looks down at me. She doesn’t say anything to me she jus grabs her boxers, the entire floor begins to shake as I watch a ceiling of plaid crash down on top of me. I try to scream for help but my voice in muffled, my body immobilized by what feels like tons of fabric.
The ceiling peels off of me as I hear the closing of the door, I am back in here, I look around seeing her boxers covering the floor, her faces inches from me on the other side of the bars, her hair still wet, but her make up on.
“They always say you should leave something with your smell on it for your pets, so I thought I would leave my boxers for you scamper. I have plenty to sleep in. No need to thank me.”
“Lindsey, please, you promised me just a few days. I want to get out of here. I have a life of my own. I don’t want to spend it apart of some feud. I can talk to Hilary and”
“And nothing, this is the solution. You need to start realizing your mine now, I love knowing I have something so near and dear to your sisters heart, besides from the looks of things your family has moved on anyway. I am your family now”
Lindsey, who was dressing throughout the little argument stood up and started heading towards the door. I kicked and shook the bars as she flipped the lights off and shut the door behind her. I slumped down in the bottom of the cage, lying in her dirty boxer shorts. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head but with the smell of Lindsey everywhere now I could think of nothing else.
Time passed by slower then paint dries, As much as I hated it I couldn’t help but enjoy being able to wrap her boxers around me and stay warm. I hadn’t had that luxury in so long. As nice as it was, I couldn’t help but take it as another sign that I was losing my humanity.
Quite sometime had passed before I heard the door open up, I didn’t even bother getting up as Lindsey never paid me any attention this early in the day.
“He is right in there Rochelle but you can’t tell anyone. He is the coolest thing ever. His name is Scamper.”
“Awwwwwe, what a adorable name.” I bolt up immediately. She wouldn’t I think to myself as I bolt up. All I can see is Amy as she nears me, but I know someone else is here. As Amy reaches in she giggles seeing me in her sister’s pajama bottoms.
“Scamper, I want you to meet one of my friends from school.” Casually says Amy as she thrusts me towards her friend. All I can see is a brunette haired giant reaching towards me.
“Amy you canmmpppffff” my voice was muffled immediately by the hands of Amy’s friend Rochelle. I kicked at her hands trying to get free but it was hopeless she only squeezed me harder and harder, I could feel the air pressing out my body as the air became tainted by this girl who had on way to much perfume.
“He weighs almost nothing. I love how he struggles in my grip. Let’s take him to your room.”
“We can’t, Lindsey doesn’t know I know, and if she comes home and he isn’t in here.”
“Well won’t he tell her anyway so we may as well”
“No because I feed him, and if he wants me to bring him food again he knows that he has to do what I say.” I was in a hopeless situation. It was bad enough Lindsey was using me to get back at Hilary but her sister had me under her thumb and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. Lindsey hasn’t fed me in so long if her sister wouldn’t I would probably be dead. I knew that was an exaggeration but after getting 3 meals a day for twenty four years going down to maybe 4 meals a week is a bit of a change, 2 of which are from Amy here.
“He is so amazing” astonishingly says Rochelle.
“If you let me sit with you at lunch for the rest of the year you can see him a couple times a week.
“3 times and we have to skip 4 study halls so I can play with him” retorts Rochelle.
“hmmmm alright 3 times a week but only 3 study halls and I get acknowledgements in the hallway”
“Deal” says Rochelle and Amy as I am dumped back into Amy’s hand as she puts me back in the cage. How about we go over to my house…I can see this turning into a beautiful friendship Amy. I hear Rochelle say as they close the door to Lindsey’s room.
I fall back into the plaid boxers unable to believe how long these days last. What must be quite a few more hours pass by because its night. I finally hear voices once again. It sounds like Lindsey’s.
“Just A second Brad, I have to straighten up” Lindsey runs into the room and picks up my cage. She smiles as she heads across the room carrying the cage and me
“Brad Miller is over here, can you believe it. I can’t believe he is really talking to me. You are going to have to go in my closet for awhile.”
As Lindsey closes the closet door behind me I listen to them talk for sometime about nothing in particular. I begin to wonder if this is what my life is going to be like. I then hear a strong feminine voice yell up that he had to go. There was a long pause and what sounded like A kiss but I couldn’t tell. As he left the closet door swung open and I stared up at the gigantic Lindsey.
“You were very good in there Scamper. I think I am gonna take you to school with me tomorrow. I have the perfect place for you. I have this little knit bag at school I put my books in to go in between classes. You are going to be there, I bought a little something for you to tonight but it’s a surprise for tomorrow. See you in the morning”
Lindsey carries the cage back onto the ottoman as she gets ready for bed; I nervously contemplate what she has in store for me tomorrow as I drift off to sleep.
I awoke late, as I didn’t wake up until Lindsey had her hand around me and set me down on the floor. She set her backpack down next to me and told me to crawl in while she brushed her teeth. She disappeared out the door as I contemplated running but I knew I wouldn’t get far, but if I could hide, however she came back to soon and knelt down over me and the back pack. She shuffled me into the backpack and stood up. I felt myself bounce around as Lindsey bounded out the door towards.
The rumble of her car came to life; I could hear the radio and such. Even now, I felt the world as such a far away place. I tried to think back to a time when I was apart of the outside world but thoughts of Lindsey and Amy clouded any thought of my time being apart of it, I was about to give up trying when I remembered my Kid Sister, Hilary. I hadn’t thought of her in so long. She still loves me. I need to get to her. She is my only hope.
I started to hear more and more voices, I was getting bumped around a lot more to which told me that we must have been at school. The sounds of teenage titans moving around gave me the willies but they soon died off to almost none at all. I figured we must have been in a not to popular area of the school. As I a strong female voice shouted her name.
“Hey slut, according to Brad you give full service! I can’t believe you thought he could be interested you. I guess you didn’t hear he was dating one of my friends.”
“He is not! He wouldn’t do that!” shouts Lindsey as everything jumbles around as I can hear what sounds like my sister and some girls laughing as Lindsey runs. A pencil case hits me in chest knocking me against a textbook. I soon hear the creek of a locker opening up and light shining down at me. Lindsey grabs me and sets me on the top shelf of her locker. Immediately I notice her eyes are a bit red as it looks like she has been crying.
“Damn it Hilary that was mean” I mumble to myself.
“Hey! You going to hop in or do you want to spend the day in my locker.” I look down seeing the knit sack that Lindsey was talking about. I jump into the knit bag that has a Geometry text book and a notebook in it. The bag is pulled shut with some drawstrings as Lindsey carries me down the hallway.
The morning went by slow as Lindsey didn’t really put much attention towards me. She checked on me every now and then but the most excitement I got was when she changed into her cheerleading outfit.
Lunch couldn’t have come too soon. We stopped off at Lindsey’s locker where she pulled a sack from her locker and headed down the hallway talking with some other girl. They headed to a rather quiet part of the school. Lindsey sat the bag I was in down against the wall, I realized this was my chance. As she gabbed to her friend I began to push my way towards the opening of the bag. I used the little holes as footholds climbing all the way up. Once I got past a certain point it was quite literally all down hill as I slid down to opening that was pulled shut by the drawstring. I looked up at Lindsey and she seemed to be talking quite intensely to this other girl, so I made my move. I relived that she hadn’t pulled the top shut after her last class. I easily made it out and onto the cold tile floor. I shivered a bit as I looked up at her. My bare feet slapped against the floor as I took off running down the hallway. I kept looking back every few steps making sure I was still in the clear. I couldn’t believe how well this was going. It was like it was meant to be.
I heard a familiar yet distant voice. It was my sister. There is a god I think to myself as I push myself harder knowing that I am nearly in the clear. I smile like I haven’t smiled in days as I saw myself at home by the end of the day and back to full size in just a few hours.
As Hilary rounded the corner I had never been so happy to see her and Ashlee in my life. I began to wave my hands as I heard her sneer at the sight of Lindsey.
“How are you enjoying being an only child? I mean your brother has been gone for a few weeks now.”
“Yeah it has been great. I could certainly get use to it.”
My heart sunk, she didn’t even miss me. I have spent every moment of my life thinking she would rescue me from this hell I was in, if it wasn’t for Hilary I don’t know if I would have made it this far and she doesn’t even care.
I quickly ducked down behind Ashlee as Hilary glanced down; she stared at the spot where I just was for quite a few moments.
“What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”
“Nothing, I just thought…nevermind. THE AIR IN THIS HALLWAY KINDA SMELLS LETS GO.” Hilary and Ashlee sped off as I heard Lindsey scoff. I stood there against the wall for a minute watching Hilary and Ashlee walk away.
“But ya know Ashlee, I miss him so much. As fun as it is being an only child, I would give up everything I owned to see him again.” said Hilary as she continued down the hallway well away from me.
“I know, I am sure he will turn up.” said Ashlee consolingly as I ran back towards Lindsey’s bag.
I have now where else to go I think to myself as I fight back the tears. I just make it into the bag with a few minutes to spare before the bell goes off. Lindsey grabs the bag and looks down at me. I dejectedly not even look up at her as she pulls the drawstrings on the bag closed.
I hardly noticed the afternoon pass by as the conversation kept replaying in my head. I never would have thought that my sister would have said that. I loved her with all my heart, maybe I was a bit domineering towards her but it was out of love. I guess, at least I have Lindsey. Maybe, in time we can be friends…who I am kidding.
As Lindsey bounded down the hall I continued my thoughts not particularly paying much attention until she headed into the bathroom. Lindsey set me down on the floor, I looked up at the person next to her surprised to see Ashlee. Ashlee bent down to grab her purse as I looked out at her through the knit holes in the bag. I stared at her intently, she flashed a look in my direction and then grabbed her bag; she started to look away when I saw her look back down at the bag.
“What are you looking at freak?” snaps Lindsey.
“Look who’s talking, how’d the car start yesterday…”
“Fuckin’ bitch” curses Lindsey as Ashlee laughs as she walks out.
“See what your sister and her friends are like. They are no good, let’s go to the basketball game and then we can go home.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to go home Lindsey” I yell up to her.
“Me neither, it’s been a long day.” huffs Lindsey as she grabs the bag and heads towards the gym.
The End is yet to come…