I was young and home alone with my "evil" ex-stepfather. (He really wasn't evil, but we all hated him. More like crazy.) Anyway, I was waiting for my father to come pick me up so I could spend the weekend at his house. I dont remember what I did or didnt do but my stepfather told me nah, I couldnt goand sent me to my room.
I was pissed because who the hell is he? He aint my daddy!So I went to my room and cried but then I was like "man, fukk dat nikka."
And I guess I mustve been watching too much Home Alone cuz I tied together some blankets and tied them to my loft bed and started climbing out the 2nd floor window.
I made it to the window right below me but I didn't wanna hit the window and make noise so while I was figuring out where to put my foot, my hand slipped and I woke up on the broken asphalt of the driveway.I got up like a boss though and kept it moving.
My arm felt fine but the more I moved it, it started stiffening up and the pain started out dull but kept increasing.
As I was walking away, I saw my stepfather on the phone walking behind me. I was lowkey scared but I kept theface.
All he said was, "You're mom said to wait for her at the house." And we walked back in silence.
After that we went to the emergency room. Everyone came, my mom, dad, brothers and my godmom and I ended up getting surgery but I spent the week recuperating afterward being pampered in the kids hospital and getting get well cards.
I still got clowned tho by my brothers for thinking I was Spiderman lol
dang
