Chapter 40: Not in the Plan Part 3
This was no leisurely afternoon rock climbing trip. There were no harnesses, no helmets and gloves. There was no Cy at the bottom encouraging me and telling me that he had me and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. The rocks cut into my palms and scraped across my fingertips. I ripped most of my fingernails off, to the point that they were bleeding, and my injured shoulder protested loudly every time I had to swing that arm over my head and dangle by the very tips of my fingers, as I scrambled to find a foothold. My heart was in my throat the entire time and I don’t think I took a single breath the entire twenty minutes it took me to inch my way up to the top of the outcropping. When I got to the crest, Ten immediately yanked me down to my stomach which rubbed my knees against the rock surface and ripped holes in my jeans. I was wheezing like an asthmatic which had Ten slapping a hand over my mouth as she jerked her head to the side.