The Big Toe Story Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to. Because if I decided to explain what had happened to me, I’d start from Newston. To Chase. To that stupid red bikini and those stupid pictures and the way people laughed at me like I wasn’t human. And at that point, I wanted to forget. Not repeat the story like some annoying radio station. I needed to think of a way to beg Dean—apologize. Maybe even offer to complete the tutorials after the game the next day. Anything to keep those pictures from getting out!

I was currently locked in a huge room. I was screaming my ass off and hurling myself at the door and it wouldn't fucking budge. It was starting to piss me off. So I decided to kick the door. Which wasn't a good idea. 'Cause my toe went double and it wasn't standing straight anymore. And it hurts like a bitch. To draw a picture for you, my right big toe was currently pointing to the left and it felt like it was being ripped off. I was lying on the floor, holding my foot, crying like a baby and screaming like a banshee.

I understand it is his house and his rules, but some rules are in need of breaking. Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping. “How are you managing to keep my boot on ?” He asks. “I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides, filling up the space around my foot. A trick I learned from my mother, who always bought our shoes a bit large so we could grow into them and they would last longer”. I explain.

An Army mule had tromped the toe ten years before, and since then it had stuck out slightly in the wrong direction, just enough to make his boot rub a corn. The only solution to the problem was to cut holes in his boot, which worked fine in dry weather but had its disadvantages when it was wet and cold. Gus had offered to rebreak the toe and set it properly, but Pea didn’t hate the corn that bad. It did seem to him that it was only common sense that a sore toe made more difference in his life than a woman he had barely spoken to;