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"Thanks again for letting me borrow it, my perfect angel. I just had to have one of the cutest mats ever made." Said Tina with half her body out of the car's window.
I didn't dare to blink. My limbs were actually dead. I let her use her arm to grab me by the neck on a chokehold. She got her lips close to me and said: "There, now your little head is not going to bounce all over while I drive."
And after the key enter the interior of the car trembled. Then we were on the road.
Tina liked to bet on red lights; that's when she would crush the pedal. Her car moved like a snake attracted to the beeping noises. It was at least an hour of video game driving. But some mocking miracle made us survive and we arrived to her house. She took me out, tossed me on the ground, and dragged me by the legs. My head bounced on each doorstep until I was completely trapped inside.
And I laid there like a bear-rug in front of the couch. She came closer and in a swift movement unbuttoned two buttons of her cardigan, put her hands inside it, and pulled of her bra. Then threw it to me; it was still warm.
The couch creaked as she sat on it and the TV screamed the audio of a horror movie. She put her feet over my throat and made herself comfortable.
Photos from a younger Joe with her stared at me from the walls. If I could warn my younger me that this was going to happen, the moron would probably get excited.
I exhaled, I had to. The movie had ended a long time ago; she had one shoe resting on my chest and the other had my head flipped, pushing on my cheek. Looking at her, her eyes were closed, and she didn't moved. The key was on a coffee table close to me.
My hearth rumbled with so much force that made my hands shaky, but I needed that key. At dead speed I took her shoes off me and stood up. My legs wobbled, I moved through the floor like if it was brittle ice. After every step I looked back to her. One step, her eyes were still closed. Another step and her eyes were still closed. Then a third step, but now she was watching me.
I felt my hearth finally pop. But she didn't said anything. She was like a corpse even as she rose from the couch. She walked over my feet to grab the key and then just walked up the stairs to the second floor. There I got it, she was sleep walking.
I exhaled again and froze at the start of the stairs. They look like the tongue of a giant monster ready to devour me. And I need to decide if I was going to go upstairs to get those keys.
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