Problem Solving - A BFDI AU

Chapter 8: Bomby

As they begin walking toward me, I rip the toilet seat off the toilet and hurl it at them, striking one square in the face. "Motherfucker-!" one yells. The other one slams his boot into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I fall to the floor, unable to stand up, clutching my chest. My anxiety starts spiking again, and the second one goes back to the first guy. "You good? That looked like it hurt," he asked, to which the other one responded, "Yeah. What're we gonna do about him?" They began talking together and turned away from me, giving me time to think of a plan. I looked around for something I could use or do, and... nothing. All I could think of was to roll under the stall and run out, but they'd catch me. Standing up and the pain I'm in would make it easy. Whatever. They'll capture me anyway. I roll under the stall, and start getting up. "HEY!"

As I get up, I watch them run out the stall and slip on the toilet seat. I run out as they try getting up, and don't look back. How the hell did that happen?! That was some crazy luck. I see my family gathering at the car, and as I limp run toward them, they spot me. "Bomby! Get in!" As I jump in the car, I spot the bike they used. My family must've spotted it and saw them go into the bathroom. My dad starts the car, and they run out of the bathroom, looking for me. My mom tells dad not to back out too fast, cause if we do they'll realize we're in this car and we're scared of them. I grab my choker with a fuse-esc string and pull it down, scared they'll see it through the window.

We begin pulling out, and I watch as one of the guys throws his hat at the floor in a rage as their figures shrink in the distance. "Hey bud, you okay?" My dad tries comforting me. I turn to adjust myself, and a sharp pain shoots through me. I grab my chest, and feel one of my ribs severely misplaced, and feeling around it more, I realize part of it broke off. Hooray. "My breathing becomes rigid, and unsteady. My dad throws me a slice of pizza he got from the rest stop. We all know the main way I calm myself down is through food, which probably isn't the healthiest, but hey.

As I eat, my chest starts hurting with each swallow. When I'm done, I close my eyes and try to sleep through the pain. I've broken bones before, so this isn't new, but it still hurts, and I just hope we can get to a city soon.