Back to the Future: Get Back in Time!

Chapter Ten: The Living Room Rug

Marty Sr. crossed the street after he saw his son, he followed him until they reached Melville Street.

He then saw Junior running to a house.

"What the hell is that kid up to?" Marty Sr. said.

He saw his son walking to the front yard, watched him knocking on the door, and the door opened, answered by a young man, to Marty Sr.'s surprise the teen was let in.

Marty Sr. decided to follow him, but sneaking into the back door.

He slowly pushed the back door and went inside on all fours, crawling down on the floor, he heard Marty Jr. and the owner talking, but they were too far away for Him to hear them clearly, so he went closer, cautiously avoiding every obstacle in his way, as he crawled, he observed the house. One thing caught his attention... A red and blue little toy guitar, he picked it up, "Hey, this looks like my old toy." He smirked, he turned it around and saw:

MARTY MCFLY

then his smile slowly disappeared.

That thing made him realize that THIS IS HIS FORMER HOME BACK IN 1975, before they moved into Lyon Estates in 1978, he looked at the two people talking in the hall and saw that it's his older brother, Dave McFly who Marty Jr. is talking to.

Marty Sr. whispered as he ran back to the back door, "Oh crap, I entered the wrong house! I gotta-"

The back door slowly swung open, Marty ran away fast and hid behind the counter, and things got even worse, it's Marty's seven-year old self, who got home from school. The kid lazily places his bag on the counter as he circled around it, going to the other side, Old Marty, on the other hand, crawled to the other side, keeping himself out of sight. But Young Marty saw a pair of feet move around the counter, he decided to run back to the other side, but he found... NOTHING.

"Hmmm..." Young Marty said and ge raised an eyebrow.

Old Marty was fast, he managed to dash behind the fridge, inside a small room, but young Marty followed too. It's a dead end for him, he was trapped in that room, Marty Sr.'s heart rate went fast, as his younger version was walking closer. There's no way to avoid the paradox now.

Old Marty was surprised that Young Marty only grabbed a cassette tape on top of the fridge. Marty Sr. let out a sigh of relief, his younger self left the room, and gave him time to escape, but his troubles aren't over yet, someone else is coming in the back door, he ran back behind the counter and looked at the person coming in, it's Lorraine.

"Damn." He whispered, and walked to the living room, he saw his Younger self dancing to a rock song with the toy guitar in with him, and this kid was dancing wildly, like he was in a concert, no doubt that he wanted to be a rock star. Young Marty was enjoying the fast paced tune as he started to swing the guitar around him and then suddenly, the guitar flew from him, upward, to the light bulb, causing it to shatter and shower hot pieces of glass and flaming debris on the living room rug, setting it on fire.

"The Living room rug, So that's how it happened." Marty Sr. said, it's the perfect time to escape, he ran as quickly as possible to the front door just as Lorraine bursts into the Living room. Marty Sr. peeped through the window to see the outcome.

Lorraine sprays the rug with water and turned to Marty, looking furious, she blushed with anger. Young Marty was stupefied and looked back at his mom with watery eyes while Old Marty was watching from outside.

Marty Sr. whispered, "Go easy on him, Lorraine"

"I'm sorry mom." Young Marty apologized, teary-eyed. Lorraine's dragon-like face slowly faded away, and she carried her son, kissing him on the forehead, "Apology accepted, Marty." She said with a smile, the boy wiped the tears from his eyes as he was carried by Lorraine.

Old Marty smiled and left the house.