Kelly Haunts Me 2 - New! - Chapter 2

I heard everything. The comings, the goings, the ignoring. 2 days. That sock blocking me from fresh air and from the real world, trapping me inside the old sneaker, has not been removed for 2 days. That never happened before. I really did upset Kelly. I cannot forgive myself. Age didn’t make me wise. Maybe she is right, maybe I’ve been crushed too much. Why did I have to ask her that? I could have just shut up. I deserve those 2 days of punishment. The only thing…what punished me: indifference. Not being talked to, not being acknowledged. I am glad I had Kelly’s footsmell with me, at least I was close to her that way. Every time I felt like crying, I instead rubbed my face on the dirty old insole and took deep breathes oh my goddess’ foot odor. The smell of comfort. My little heart would beat some more and hope, deep deep inside, was revigorated for a moment. 

But now I am blinded, the sock is removed. Finally. 

Fresh air from Kelly’s room pours into the shoe and assaults me just as much as the powerful light does. I crawl slowly away from the depths of my smelly cavern, and into the light. I mumble “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” constantly like if It was a prayer. I am hoping that water ran under bridges, that Kelly would forgive me and move on, that she would let me still be her foot pet. 

“I’m still mad at you.” Her hard dry voice crashes onto me as my eyes start to get used to the light. She looks at me with disdain. It is the real manifestation of my worse nightmare. I cannot dare to look up at her, I cannot even dare to stand. I remain on my knees on the insole of her trashed sneaker. Of course she is mad at me. I mutter…

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t tell my mom. If she knew, you would be out of this house by now, Mrs. Allen.” I crisp my eyes closed. “I don’t want that.” She adds. My heart starts to beat again a bit. Those last words are on my side, they are meant to mean something good. I hope. “But I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” She adds. My heart stops beating again. She doesn’t want to talk to me. Please God if you’re there, help me. That’s she doesn’t’ want to talk to me, I understand, but…anymore? Does she mean forever? “I am not sure I want to keep you anymore.” She says. Again that word…anymore. My heart is crushed. I feel like this is it, it’s the end of my life, I am going to die if she leaves me. That’s what I am starting to realize. If I lose her, I am dead. I am not dying, but I wish I was. Please, take me now, I can’t live these emotions, they are too strong. 

“I am…sorry.” I say. I dare say. I hope my apology is accepted.

“I know you are.” Kelly says. She replaces her hair behind her ears. “You should be.” I cannot help but nod and cry. “I am sorry Mrs. Allen, but I have to punish you.” She says. I nod. My Kelly…. She was hoping to do something special for me…to celebrate me being one of the best things that happened to her, and now, she is going to punish me. I deserve that. I deserve that big time. 

I dare look up at her with pleading eyes. Her stern severe look doesn’t change. She tilts the shoe and I start to lose balance backwards. “Kelly…” I say. I slide down into the shoe, where I’ve been for two days already. The same smelly old sock is stuffed back in its rightful place, blocking me from the outside world, sealing me back into this confined little space at the toe end of Kelly’s old sneaker again. I hear her stand, and leave, closing the closet doors. 

This is my punishment. Being left alone, ignored. I do not know if I can live through this. My whole body feels like it is shattering in millions of little pieces. I am too old to deal with emotions that strong. I curl up in fetal position again, in the darkness and smelly confines of the shoe. For…

Another 2 days. 

I know that my small body has no need for real food or biological functions. But currently I would literally drink a whole lake. I feel dehydrated from crying too much. I had plenty of time to think and all I did was cry and cry. What a useless person I am. This punishment got to my mind. I started hating myself over this. How could a few simple stupid words change my whole relationship with Kelly. It is the nature of those words, the ideas they hold and how wrong it sounded to Kelly’s ears. I wanted it all to end but in the end, after another 2 days of being punished like this, I decided that I would do anything in my power to be forgiven and to change Kelly’s mind about what I asked. This, after all, is just a huge misunderstanding like most problems in the whole wide world. Once she gets to understand that I did not mean to offend her, maybe she will feel better about me. All I have to do is get to talk to her. 

I hear noises. She’s getting closer, the closet doors open, this time I hope she’s going to get me out. She doesn’t’. She’s probably choosing clothes. She knows I’m in there. 

“KELLY!” I scream. “LET ME OUT!” I scream. This is hard, I have a hard time making my voice loud. The shoe is kicked. 

“No.” I hear from outside. She heard me. She did hear me, it worked. 

“KELLY!” I scream again. The shoe is being tossed, I am tossed inside and I bounce on the walls and the sole. 

“Shut up!” Kelly says. It breaks my heart, but I have to give it one last try. 

“KELLY, PLEASE!” I scream out of my lungs. There is a silence outside. Then, the shoe is being picked up and placed on the floor again, the sock suddenly pulled away and the extreme light from the room rushes in with fresh air. I crawl out into the light. “Kelly!” I say. 

“What?” She asks. 

“It’s a misunderstanding!” I say, on my knees, unable to look up, the light being too strong. IO know she’s there I see her shadow. 

“How can it be a misunderstanding Mrs. Allen? Uh? You asked me to ….I can’t even say it, it’s too gross!” she says. 

“I know, but please listen to me! At least hear what I have to say!” my eyes adjust slowly to the light. Oh my god, I’m going to melt. My Kelly is there, beautiful angel and demon at the same time. She doesn’t’ say anything. I take a few deep breathes. “I…wanted…to live something new, Kelly. You wanted to do something special for me…” I start. 

“Not like that. I wanted to show you my appreciation for what you’ve done for me. It’s different. What you asked of me, it’s just…it’s wrong. Okay?” she says. 

“I know… I know…!” I try to keep her cool. “I retract everything I said. Please don’t ignore me. Please keep me with you in your shoes. Please don’t throw me away.” I beg, from the inside of an old sneaker. She sighs, looks annoyed. “Please. I am nothing without you. This is killing me.” I say. “I am going to die in this shoe Kelly, if you take away my purpose from me.” She looks down. Maybe I got to her heart, I don’t know, I hope I did, I hope she finally gets back on my side. 

“What do you mean?” she asks. 

“I mean that I need you. My life… it’s all about you now. If you leave me, I’ll just die.” I say. She takes a moment to think. 

“I don’t want you to die Mrs. Allen. I just wanted to punish you.” She says. 

“And you did it.” I say. “Don’t over punish me, please.”

“But I am still mad at you.” She adds. 

“I know, my dear, I know. Please stop ignoring me at least.” I dare say, hoping she gets to understand that this is too much for me. 

“I…” she starts, then hesitates. She sighs heavily. “OK.” She says. That’s the best okay of my whole life. I welcome this word with a warmer heart. “But I still don’t want to talk to you for now.” She adds. I am glad she changed the -anymore- word. -For now-. That’s good enough. I can deal with -for now-. I cannot deal with -anymore-. 

“Kelly, take the time you nee. But don’t leave me alone in that shoe. Please. Forgive me.” I say. She sighs, annoyed, visibly thinking. 

“Okay. I guess I’ve punished you enough. Don’t expect me to be as friendly as I was, tho. I am still mad at you. I still want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, but for now, I am too angry.” She explains. 

“I understand, Kelly, I understand.”

“I have to go to an interview, and I also have resumes to pass around today. While you were having selfish disturbed desires, my life still goes on. Okay? I’ll bring you with me in my flats, but I don’t want single squirm, you hear me? Not a single sign of protest. I know these flats are disgusting inside, but outside they still look good and it’s warm enough to wear them today.”

“Anything you want, Kelly.” I say. I know the shoes she’s talking about. They are old canva’s ballet flats with flowery patterns on the insole. She wears them barefoot and they have accumulated gunk and the extensive wear made them smell powerful. She knows they are the pair I think are the most smelly and stinky, but right now I honestly don’t’ care. I’d trade confinement with any pair of shoe in any condition, I just want to be with her. 

“Fine.” She adds. She slowly picks me up with her sharp nailed fingers and bring me over to the dreadful ballet flats. She hovers me over the right one. The shoe is disgusting inside. She lovers e and drops me on the dirty insole. I immediately gag. Seeing me…she smiles and chuckles. Oh my god, this chuckle gives me goosebumps of happiness. MY Kelly. My beautiful young lady Kelly is smiling because I gag on her foot stink. This is what I want. This is what my life is worth. Her smiles. I needed that. I gag some more and I kneel on the insole and start licking it. 

“You’re disgusting.” She says, smiling. “Come on, get in deeper.” She adds, visibly her mood has changed for the better. I managed to get her back on the good mood and I feel better, even if the shoe is disgusting. I crawl in deeper while her massive giantess body stands up. She’s wearing a nice flowery dress, she’s beautiful, she looks great. I am sure the interview will go well. I remember my place. I have to be still, not a single squirm. I lay on my back in the smelly toe section of the trashed flat and she slowly hovers her clean soft skinned perfect foot over the opening. 

“I am still mad at you, Mrs. Allen. But I still love you too.” She says. My heart is filled with warmth just at the same time as her foot comes over me, engulfing me under her toes, my rightful place. She wiggles and wedges her foot inside the ballet flat until I am completely sealed in its stench. I love the way her foot smell, clean flower body lotion will eventually fade away. I want to kiss her toes, but I don’t. she said she wanted me to stay calm and no movements. I try to be as inanimate as possible while she walks in her room and gets ready to go out. I know that despite the fact I am not moving, she can feel my heart pounding fast in my old chest. I know she’s still mad, but I know she loves me….that’s all I need.

Goodness. 

I understand the duality of her feelings. I understand how she can be conflicted and confused about how she feels towards me. I offended her, asked for forgiveness. She’s still having a hard time swallowing everything, but in time she will. She’s got a good nature, a good heart. She’s intelligent, and compassionate. She only wants good things for me, deep inside, but she also didn’t like me to ask what I asked. I need to be careful. My young lady has moods, she’s starting a new life after studies, she’s probably stressed, she will soon want to make a living, maybe move out of her parent’s house. A lot of things are happening to her, the real life goes on, like she said. Me, I’m not real life. I am a plaything she can throw away at any time. Also, since the studies are over, I’m not paying for anything now, the contract is over. The initial deal is over. I’m just on borrowed time here. I need to find a way to stay with Kelly before she grows tired of me. Maybe I have some money left in my real life bank account, I should maybe try to set up a new deal, a new contract with her. After all, I give good tips, right. I am generous. I hope. 

I have time to think while she walks and sweats on me. She’s nervous for her job interview. Later, this shoe is going to smell horrible, her foot is going to unload a tide of sweat in it, with me inside. Her walking is also less careful. She crushes me like if I wasn’t there, with every step. She’s still mad at me, I have to remember that. She isn’t extra careful, she’s just walking, with a pebble of a human under her toes, suffering for her satisfaction. I am suffering for her to feel better. That’s it, Kelly, crush me, trample me inside your ballet flat, make me drink your foot sweat, humiliate me, make me suffer, I don’t care. I am happy to be with you. I would travel around the world with you, inside your every shoes. Forever, until my time comes. Being in a soccer cleat is the worse thing ever, whatever you do to me cannot beat that, so go ahead, do it, crush me, trample me all day long. I am tempted to lick her toes to auto punish and humiliate myself, to show her my devotion, but I remember, no moves.

I can’t resist, I give her a kiss under her second toe. 

She. Ow. Stomps. OW! Me! Ouch! 5….Ouch! Times. Oof! 

That means no kisses.