The son-of-a-bitch tossed me out the window. My father, my own father. I guess I deserved it though, killing his Ferrari, his most prized possession. He called me a bastard, punched me a few times, then hurled me through the window. The same one as the car ran through. I guess I was to have the same fate. I landed in a pile of broken glass, sticks, and rocks. I was lucky not to slice open an artery. I turned my head slightly toward the house to see him look at me indifferently then walk away. As if he'd just thrown away a piece of trash. I carefully sat up and picked the glass out of my arms and legs. I cried, partly because of the stinging, burning pain, but it was mostly emotional pain. My heart broke. I'd always known he never cared.
I stood up, very slowly. My leg hurt, maybe it was broken. I limped to the smashed Ferrari. I ran my hand against its smooth red exterior.
"This is your fault,"I said, and kicked the car.
Pain ran through my leg. I'd forgotten for a second that my leg hurt. Why am I arguing with a car? I must be delusional. Wait, I'm always delusional.I leaned over and threw up into the driver's side seat. It was an accident, though I grinned with satisfaction. I limped the rest of the way out of the small patch of woods behind our yard. No way in hell I was going back there. Not yet, anyways. I started walking along a sidewalk toward Ferris's house. Someone stood in front of me.
"My god Cameron,"A voice exclaimed,"What happened to you?"
I looked up.
"Ferris,"I asked,"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see how you were,"He said,"What happened?"
"I got in an accident,"I lied.
"Bullshit,"He said.
I sighed.
"You know I said I was going to take a stand,"I asked.
He nodded.
"Well, I did,"I said,"...And it pissed him off."
"Then what,"Ferris said,"He threw you out the window..."
I just looked at him. His eyes widened in realization.
"He didn't..did he,"He asked.
I nodded.
"HE FUCKING THREW YOU OUT THE WINDOW,"Ferris exclaimed.
"Shh..keep your voice down,"I said,"Besides, I'm not going home..yet."
"Yet,"He exclaimed,"You can't go, ever!"
"I'm dying, Ferris,"I said.
I started to collapse,and Ferris caught me. He helped me walk.
"Come on buddy,"He said,"We're going to my house."
I was half-conscious the whole way to his house. He set me on the couch in the living room. He brought some bandages and a rag and helped me clean my wounds. It turned out that there was still some glass stuck in my skin, not much, but some. After helping me clean up, he brought me a clean pair of his clothes.
"These are your clothes,"I said.
"Well, thank you captain obvious,"He said,"Yours are all dirty."
I looked at my clothes. They were covered in mud and dirt and blood.
"I guess you're right,"I said,"Where should I change?"
"In here I guess,"He said,"It's only shirt and pants. I'll go to the kitchen."
Ferris closed the curtain in the living room and walked to the kitchen. I changed my shirt, full of blood. I was glad that my arms and torso stopped bleeding. There was no glass under my shirt. Then I took off my pants. I screamed at what I saw. A bone was sticking out, right below my knee. Ferris ran in the room. I touched the bone, and immediately regretted the decision when I felt sharp pain through my entire leg.
"Don't touch it,"Ferris exclaimed.
"I think I should go to a hospital,"I said slowly.
He nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I think you should,"He said.
Ferris called an ambulance. I blacked out before I got to the hospital. I woke up in a hospital bed, my leg bone back in my body and wrapped up. My wrist had a sprain wrap around it. Ferris stood next to the bed.
"You're finally awake,"He said,smiling,"I was worried about you."
"I'm okay,"I said.
"Was he trying to kill you Cameron,"He asked.
"I don't know,"I said,"Maybe."
I honestly didn't know.
"Do you wanna talk about it, buddy,"He asked.
"Not yet,"I said.