This choice: Kourtney goes to see Julie now • Go Back... author: UnderHerToes
From inside your blue-hued cell, you can only imagine the exterior view of the smug Kourtney swaying her hips across the field. You tumble over packs of gum as long as you are tall, bounce off a pad of unopened tissues, fall against the handle of the now oversized matter transposer crammed in the tight expanse of the littered dwelling. Unable to reach the trigger with a leap or get your arms around the grip to climb while Kourtney walks, you recede to the comfort of the plastic coated tissue bundle, picturing the world outside through your captor's no doubt gleaming eyes.
She strides surely through the yard, possibly planning Julie's end as you rest helpless in her pouch. You pound a fist against the scratchy fabric surface at your side and yell to get out, but are given no such fruit. Kourtney hurries along like a horse struck by spur, definitely running along at the typical pace of an anxious schoolgirl. The rocking and sliding of pack on hip, slings you forward and back, even throwing the tissues atop you once though you easily crawl out from beneath in time for Kourtney's voice to echo, "Julie!"
You listen through the rising cacophony of your own heartbeat and thoughts as she continues, "Hey, Julie!" Any doubts you have if this is your Julie outside the walls are broken when you hear a familiar voice reply. Kourtney's powerful voice beats down like a heavy rain, "So what's up!? How are things with you and your little man?" She giggles at her question.
Julie responds, probably with her usual shrug, "Nothing much. We're doing alright. Why do you ask?" A certain concern permeates your prison from Julie's tone. What was Kourtney planning up there in that mind of hers? What could she possibly say? Was she going to spread lies about you to Julie? Why isn't she saying anything yet!?
Silence broken by Kourtney, "Well, you know, I don't know." You can't comprehend the complex expressions Kourtney must be transmitting to Julie between her words, but you can almost feel them in the air. Your whole body surges with every pulse of the heart until it stops dead with Kourtney's words, "I've heard some things."
"What!?" Julie bursts, her dark lips probably wide, baring her perfect teeth in awed curiosity. "What things? Wait, he wouldn't do anything behind my back," she finishes assuredly then collapses, "Would he?" A dreadful pause raises the rage in your bloodstream.
Kourtney steps forward and you can just make out a whisper, "We shouldn't talk about it here," then she fades comfortably back to continue.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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