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Subaru Surfin’

It was late spring. I know this because I’m wearing my pink softball jersey, but it’s still early in the evening, and it’s already getting dark.

I’m around 11 years old. I know this because Jeff hasn’t started school yet, and he’s 7 years younger than me; but also because Rachel is wearing her teal softball jersey, so she’s not old enough to be on the same team as I am.

We pull up to our first floor apartment after a night of practice in Mom’s 1993 Subaru station wagon. It’s a dull burgundy color, with rust building around the wheel wells, and has nearly 300,000 miles on it; but it gets the job done for a single mother supporting 3 kids on her own.

“Stay in the car,” Mom says to all of us. At this point, I just want to go in and get these dirty cleats off my aching feet.

My eyes follow her up the porch steps, as I notice a small amount of light creeping through the front door. Without a twist of the knob, she pushes the door open, peers into the tiny 2 bedroom apartment, shuts the door, and returns to the car.

“We’re not staying here tonight. I think Big Jeff was in the house. I’ll call Aunt Debbie and see if we can stay with her,” she says. Her voice is shaky. I thought Big Jeff would leave us alone after him and Mom split up. Guess not.

As we begin to reverse, I hear a booming sound coming from the back of the car. It could’ve been any one of the bushes or trees that lined the back of the driveway, but I know we didn’t hit anything. Now the sound is coming from above. My heart sinks; I know it’s him.

Mom hits the gas hard and brakes even harder, hoping to knock Big Jeff from the roof of the car. His body slides forward onto the windshield, but he’s still holding on. He turns and looks directly at me. I see the crazed look on his face, and I know he can see the terror on mine.

Mom pulls out her cellphone and dials 911. “I can’t stop!” she yells at the operator, as she’s trying to control the car and give a location for us to be saved.

By this time, we’re on the main road for the neighborhood, and all four of us are crying. I think Jeff was only crying because the rest of us were. He’s just a toddler; I doubt he can understand what’s happening right now.

The road is clear, so Mom tries to drive in a zig-zag pattern to loosen Big Jeff’s grip on the car. Nothing. She brakes and floors it, brakes and floors it. There’s no use. My heart is racing, and I’m slightly dizzy from the roller coaster ride that we seem to be on.

As we approach the bottom of the hill, I see Big Jeff reach into his back pocket. This is it, I think to myself, I am going to die. He takes the object, which turns out to be a cellphone charger, and begins to attempt to break the windshield with it, his left arm still holding onto the Subaru for dear life.

We whip into the parking lot of a 7-11, where a man and a woman are getting into their car. Mom screams at them to help us, and the man runs inside to call the police. We finally have a definite location, and within a minute or so, I see the flashes of blue and red in the side mirror.

All at once, four waves crash down onto Big Jeff, finally knocking him off the car. My next glimpse of him is as they’re dragging him to the patrol car in handcuffs. I let out a sigh of relief and wipes the tears from my face with the sleeve of my jersey.

After some time, the 2 squad cars pull off and Mom gets back into the car. She hugs and kisses each one of us as if she’s seeing us for the first time in years. After making sure we’re all okay, we head back home. Back to safety. Back to normal, whatever that is.
WOW! this was powerful the way you were immersed in time. looking for clues as to when you are,
simple prose so evocative

i would read more of your efforts
samanthasmokes · 36-40, F
@brainrapist

Wonderful story! Geez, I swear to both gad and god you look like one of my cousins. We're a Carolina Irish-Viking clan goin' back a 1000 years.

If you like, check out some of my stories and anecdotes. Add me as a friend if you like and I'll do the same.

I'd love to swap some tales and yarns with ya in the PM. My stories aren't sexual themed, just about life. No worries if you pass on the offer. Nonetheless keep writin' !!

🙋
brainrapist · 31-35, F
I would love too! Thank you so much! @samanthasmokes
SW-User
Wow, I got a little scared there for a second. This is great.
Fungirlmmm · 51-55, F
Interesting story. I liked the buildup for it. Thanks for sharing it.
hlpflwthat · M
Detail is very real. Great read.
FloridaGuy · 46-50, M
That was an intense read.
Kardre · 51-55, M
Amazing ride
thinkincubes · 41-45
I felt things reading this, well done!

 
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