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Suspenseful, twisted and twisted again!

Submitted: July 11, 2014

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That's it. I'm a crazy 50 year old woman that agreed to go rock climbing with her twenty five year old son, why? I'm crazy. I am bat shit freaking crazy, that's what I am, crazy.

It was all my wonderful, husband's idea. He said if I thought John and I should spend more time together then maybe I should do things that John enjoyed doing. I don't see him out here rock climbing did I? Why, no. He's in his book club discussing Stephen Kings newest works.

Why couldn't John like to read?

The skin on my fingers were beginning to whiten due to the tight grip I had on the rock. It wasn't so much that I dreaded rocks, and it wasn't so much that I hated the outdoors (Quite frankly, I loved the outdoors) it was the fact that I had a nice, strong love affair with having my feet firmly planted on the ground. Not fifty million feet up in the air!

I gripped the rock tighter and hugged the edge of the cliff.

No, don't look down.

"Hey, Mom, you're doing great! You picked a great day to go with us! The weather is perfect and the sky is absolutely gorgeous! When we get to the top we're going to go out to lunch at the little restaurant right at the top of the rock. It's a beautiful place and you'll love it!

"Problem is, you have to let go of the rock and reach up to grab the other one. It's easy Mom, look... Just like this!" John said, smiling as he grabbed a hold of the rock above him and stepped up with his foot.

"I can't," I shook my head and whimpered.

I knew he and his girlfriend were going to go home and have a nice, cold beer and snicker about how big of a chicken his mother really was.

Tears stung at the corner of my eyes and I looked away. I couldn't let John see me cry. He'd already seen me be the biggest boob in American history the last thing he needed to see was my breaking down like a blubbering idiot.

"It's okay, Mom, you can do it!"

My whole body trembled with fear as I cursed myself for agreeing to do anything like this. I knew how I already was about heights why would I be so idiotic to think that any of that changed?

I reached up to grab the rock above me and placed my foot in a spot just like my son did.

"I can't," I cried, hugging the rock again.

"Mom, all of your equipment was checked. You will be okay!"

"I'm afraid I'm going to fall!"

"You won't fall! That's what that large cord is for, that's wrapped around your waist. You're doing great. I can't believe you've made it this far already!" John smiled down at me.

I knew he could tell my voice was shaky with fear, but he didn't mention it and if he wanted to live he wouldn't mention it.

"Come on, Mrs. Wheeler! You're doing great! Not much more to go now!" John's girlfriend Jackie coaxed her.

YOU! ITS YOU! I wanted to scream at her, but I didn't dare.

She was so cute with her long, curly, blonde hair that hung down to her waist. She might have weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet and had the cutest, bubbliest personality on the planet.

I hated her.

I hated her with every bone in my body.

She was the whole reason why John and I didn't spend time together anymore. It was because of her I was on this stupid rock, fifty million feet in the air. It was all her fault John and I didn't spend any time together. It was also all her fault he didn't have time for me any more. It was all her fault there was a spider on my arm.

There was a spider on my arm!

"SPIDER!" I screamed a loud, piercing, shrill scream that echoed through the mountains.

"You can get the spider, all you have to do is flick it off your arm with your hand, just like you would do normally." John said, still smiling.

"I can't, I'm scared," I whined.

I watched as the big, hairy, black spider inched its way up my arm. His long legs twitched and crawled up my skin. He stood still on my arm. Staring at me directly in the eye.

My heart pounded.

The spider and I were face to face. Practically nose to nose as I stared into its beady black eyes mezmerized with fear.

He opened his large, hairy mouth and fangs longer than an elephant's tusk aimed at my arm ready to puncture a huge, gaping hole in it. I pictured myself lying in a hospital bed dying from a disgusting infection from a spider bite.

He moved his legs again, faster this time, running directly to my face.

"SPIDER!" I yelled again, as I backed up and my foot slipped.

I saw the spider fly off my arm and probably land on the ground fifty million feet below me with a silent thud that only other bugs could hear.

I followed close behind.

My arms and legs flailing around as I dropped to the bottom of the rock, yelling and screaming.

I heard John calling my name.

"MOOOOOOOOM!"

I just knew I was a goner. I knew that no matter what I did now, I was a goner.

A vision of memories passed through my mind. I remembered back to the 8th grade when we had the science fair and my project was picked the very best one. My dad and I worked on it for hours on end. We laughed, cursed and when the volcano finally worked it was the strongest, fiercest volcano in science class. We laughed so hard when I won first place.

Falling... Falling.... Falling.......

Flash to my high school prom. The high school prom was the highlight of my senior year. I got a date with one of the cutest boys in school. He was one of our neighbors that my mother knew and I didn't care. He was handsome and I was going to the prom.

If this was my life flashing before my eyes....

Wait. Wait. What is this? I stopped?

Adrenaline rushed through my body, making it hard for me to breathe. I swung back and forth on the cord trying to protect my head with my hands.

I'm alive! I'm alive!

"Oh my God, John, I'm alive!"

"Of course you are Mom, what did you think was going to happen?"

"I thought I was going to die! I thought I was going to die!"

"You are not going to die! We have to get you to the top of the rock so you won't feel like you're going to die anymore!"

I looked down. I still wasn't close enough to the ground to be able to jump down and forget about climbing the stupid rock.

I'd have to make it to the top.

Okay.... Okay.... Okay.... That's it. I give up. You win, I will make it to the top of this stupid rock, but I'm not ever doing this again! I don't care what you do to me! I'm not ever doing this again!

A new feeling of determination crept up inside me.

I grabbed a rock and started to pull myself up. Sweat poured from my forehead. My hands shook so bad, but I kept grabbing a hold of rocks and pulling myself up. I had to get to the top. I had to prove to myself that I could do it, and not give up.

"Way to go Mom!" John cheered from the top.

I was half way up the rock.

I looked up at John and tried to smile, but I couldn't . I wanted to cry and then I wanted to kill him. I didn't care if he was my only child.

As for my husband, I decided I wasn't speaking to him, not for a very long time.

Although I'd made terrific progress with the climb I felt more scared than I did at the beginning. I wanted to stop, cry and hug every rock that I touched. I wanted my son to come down and get me, but I couldn't be that much of a baby and ask him to do it.

So I climbed.

I prayed.

I climbed some more.

I prayed some more.

DON'T LOOK DOWN! (This was the key~don't look down).

My body was nothing but a huge ball of sweat and tears. My hair was matted to my face with sweat. I'm sure I had sweat stains in places that I didn't think I could have sweat stains.

I didn't care.

I wanted off of this huge rock and I wanted off of it now.

Anger festered inside of me with every step I took, and I didn't care. I screamed profanities to the skies and to my son who was now standing at the top of the rock pointing his cell phone at me.

"I'm sending this picture to Dad. He won't believe it!" He said smiling, showing it to his girlfriend.

I growled.

They were going to be sorry for this one.

I kept climbing and pulling myself further and further ahead.

It shouldn't be long now, I thought. This damn rock had to end sometime and when it finally did... I'd get even.

"Okay, Mom, only two more steps to go, then grab a hold of my hand and pull yourself up!"

"I don't need your hand," my voice shook, but I didn't care.

I made it to the top of the rock. I didn't want to do a dance, or celebrate in victory. The only thing I wanted to do was go home and take a nap!

John held his hand out to me, and I said, "Whatever." I pulled myself to the top of the rock and set down.

My son and his girlfriend cheered. I felt like an idiot sitting on a rock a million feet up in the air. My feet dangled over the edge as my son handed me the canteen.

MY FEET DANGLED OVER THE EDGE? OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING?

"Look at the view, it is beautiful today!"

The view? I looked across the way. The only thing I saw were clouds, sky and a few tips of some very large mountain tops.

Mountain tops?

"Oh my God, how high up are we?" My voice quivered as I scooted back towards a bench that was just a few yards away.

"I'm not exactly sure," John says, "but it's a lot higher than a step ladder that's for sure!" John giggled and patted me on the back.

I climbed on the bench and rested my back. If I was able to move tomorrow I would be greatly surprised.

"Are you hungry?" My son asked me.

"I'm not sure if I'm famished or if my stomach is too upset to eat. Being scared out of your mind takes a lot out of you," I said and bowed my head.

"Hey, don't worry about it. At least you came with me and tried it. Dad hasn't even done that, yet."

"Yeah, he hasn't had he? You just wait until next week when he goes sky diving!" I laughed my evil, malevolent laugh, and started walking towards the restaurant staying as far away from the edge as humanly possible.

Lunch tasted divine and perfect company helped cheer up my mood a little bit. My body trembling stopped after the third glass of wine.

"You better slow down on that stuff. You still have to drive home and going down the mountain is no better than climbing up it. Let me tell you!"

The rest of the afternoon flew by and it was time for me to go home. I helped pay for our lunch and drove 20 mph down the mountain.

Immediately I began bragging to my husband about mountain climbing and how well I did. I described the wonderful lunch and my three glasses of wine I belted down in no time flat.

My husband clapped after the story was over and said "Bravo, now how do you feel?"

"Pretty darn good, but I'm going to have nightmares about this for the rest of my life!"

I got up and kissed my husband Goodnight.

The bathtub looked extremely inviting and I turned on the warm water. Soaking in a hot bath was my ideal date for this evening. I worked for it, deserved it, and nothing was going to deprive me of it.

I went to grab a towel.

 

****

Forty-five minutes later, Gabe decided to see what was taking his wife so long in the tub. He could swear he still heard water running. Hot steam floated underneath the door and rolled into the hallway as soon as Gabe opened the door.

"Oh my God, Leah!" he screamed.

In the bathtub Leah's body lay all mangled and twisted. Her right hip protruded out of her side and her right leg twisted like it'd been broken. She had a large knot on her head, and her chest wasn't moving.

Gabe felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

"Leah! Leah!" It was no use. She was dead. He cried and held her in his arms as he called an ambulance. "Leah, I can't believe you're gone," he cried as the EMT's entered the bathroom.

*****

The funeral was long and sad. Gabe couldn't believe how many people showed up. The place completely packed with family, friends and co-workers. It was hard to believe they had so many people in their lives care so much for them and their well-beings.

He sighed. The nights were longer and longer now with Leah gone. Sometimes he didn't know what to do with his time. He'd never completed so many household projects within a week's time. He'd read a couple of books and decided to write his first novel. Late at night he found himself wishing...almost wishing....

The phone rang.

"Hi Dad, how's tricks?" John said, Gabe could tell he was smiling.

"Fine, son, and you?"

"Things are great! Jackie and I will be coming down for a visit as soon as possible. Right after we get the house set up that Mom left for us in her will. Was anything said after the funeral?"

"No son, no one suspected a thing. That bar of soap she slipped on in the bathtub was the perfect touch. They just couldn't understand God and why she died right after she had the rock climbing experience from hell," he chuckled.

"I thought she was a goner for sure when that spider climbed up her arm, but the dumb bitch wouldn't give it up. Then when she fell down and that damned cord caught her, I had to think of something else. That's why I phoned you right afterwards. I had to warn you she was coming home, after all."

"Now that bitch will never bother us again, son, and we both can get what we want out of life. I'll see you in about a week!"

"We'll see you in a week, Dad!" John said, and hung up the phone.

Gabe chuckled again. No one would ever suspect a thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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