Broken Bones.
- B K
- Dec 9, 2017
- 6 min read
One day I woke up in the middle of the heavy hot humid summer in Toronto with so much uncomfortable excruciating pain receiving from my right broken hand. I recall, on a Sunday early morning and I was trying my very best to roll a spliff with one hand as my pain killers were not strong enough to ease my pain and let me float in cloud 9. Hardly no sleep over the past two nights, hard to function. Very frustrated to maintain calm and still. All this because, one night at my friend's birthday party at the club, a random girl I met without knowing her crazy past and all I was thinking that night was my mojo and a good time, which however had lead to an very unhappy ending, finishing the night at Western Hospital.
As I walk up to the bar to refill my Bourbon & coke, sliding my way through the crowed night club, lucky enough I don't have to wait long for a drink as its my friend's birthday and there was an express station at the bar for guest who requested a table. There were three very attractive women in the queue. The barman politely notifies the girls that they can't order drinks from the end section of the bar, they looked confused and bit upset. I assume they had been waiting a fair amount of time to order drinks."It's all good mate, these girls are with the birthday party" I project out loud to the barman and putting on my Aussie accent. They turned and thanked me immediately. They were curious of where my accent was from. Boom, I was already making new lady friends. Whenever I am in a forgiven country, I know my accent always works as it is an ice breaker to get the conversation rolling. After a small talks and flirting, I invited the girls to come and join our party.
Hip Hop Music is pumping through out the night, everyone was simply just enjoying their moments, dancing and catching up with friends. Chatting about their week, work and life etc. Over the course of 2 hrs, One of the three girls, let's give her a name, Daniella (due to people's rights and privacy, unfortunately I won't be able to give real names) we be came more interested in each other, we danced, I answer some of her questions about travelling and shared some of my stories. Daniella was impressed. I found Daniella very attractive with her beautifully lightly tanned fit body and long brownish hair, ass like peaches. I really wanted us to get naked bottom line and especially that I was crazy horny due to the fact I was in a 3 month drought of not getting any.
My option of Daniella was that she seemed smart and very well adapted. She was from a small town near Toronto and wanted to see what the city had to offer to her...well me of course. Unexpectedly, she leans over to me and tells me that she has a bottle of wine back at her new place that she had just moved into and also says to me that her friends are heading home. I knew the cue to this and in my head, a voice was like a kid who is opening his biggest birthday present with excitement that he had been wanting for some time and the repeating words in my head "I am getting laid tonight !" Quick good-byes to everyone then straight into the cabby's backseat to her's while we make out.
2am - we finally arrive at the house of love (Daniella's studio appartment), Just before we enter, she was a bit apologetic as she just repeats again that she just moved in and it was messy. I don't give two shits about the place, but yes, there were boxes everywhere and random household things and I walk into the living room, the conner of my eye locates the bedroom within seconds. I was requested to put on some chill music on from her MacBook with low volume as she brings over the Sauvignon Blanc. Small talks and she also credit on me as a good kisser, so I lean in and kiss her some more. As you know how things go, kisses became more intense, our hands can't stop touching each other. No time to the bedroom, I wanted to fuck her then and there on the couch. We both naked and She had an amazing body, just perfect. (I was truly impressed with myself for some reason) Slip on the condom after 15mins of foreplay and we're in action. The heat builds up and things are going really well, switching positions, eye contacts, hands moving, its full on and it was feeling really good. I finally get into my favourite sexual position - The Bow. I love this positions because it is man on top, semi sideways, it allows me to rub the female G-spot stimulation, with deep penetration and this way I can touch her breasts and/or hold her buttocks. I am confident that Daniella was enjoying it, as was holding my arms and riding me too.
Bang Bang - "Dani, Dani"
I was pushed off, I look at Daniella, she looks back right back at me, confused, lost and I could sense a bit of fear. The guy at the outside is still bangin the freakin door and saying god knows what. At this point I knew I was in deep shit and no clue whats going on. Long story short. Girl has a bad experience with a 5 year relationship with psycho boyfriend, finally breaks away and moves away for fresh new start. So it all makes sense to me at that point. Nowhere to run, no back door. I came up with an plan. I hide in bedroom. Get her to calm him down or get him to piss off immediately has she put a restraining order on him. I was trying to find a window to climb out of but no chance of that happening. Therefore I hid in the bedroom closet being terrified as she put on something to cover herself then she opens the door. He cames right in and she falls back to the floor screaming and swearing. I'm like, fuck this, due to it didn't sound good. I came out with my boxes on and still wearing the condom underneath. The guy looks at me pissed off and wondering who the hell I am. He was furious and he grabs some object beside the doorway with one hand (it looked like a trophy, as far as I could remember) and starts charging at me. I was trying to hold his arms and protect myself, telling him to calm the fuck down. When he finally let lose of the object then starts punching me and then I start punching him back, it was really rough, I finally pushed him back, he trips on the box behind and falls on the floor, I know Daniella is standing still and too shocked to move. As I try to hold him down again, he refuse to calm down, so I throw some punches at his check bone. On the 3rd punch, he moved his head and I slammed my right hand into the floor! I pull it up and glanced at it, three of my knuckles have been pushed back into my hand, three bones are poking up on my hand but no spilt, cut nor blood as nothing has pierced through my skin, but it don't look good at all. There was a complete silence within seconds after all 6 eyes stare at my hand, psycho starts talking nonsense, so I got up & I kicked him in the ribs and Daniella grabs the rest of my belongings, hands it to me"You, need to leave now, you need to go to hospital, I am calling the police on him, please go, go go now" she orders me to do. Outside, I find the cab, and tell him the closest hospital asap, The Indian taxi driver looks back at me strangely, cause I'm half naked with a demented funny looking hand.
"Just fucking drive jackass" I demand.
I slowly pull my pinky and ring finger to put back into it's place, my hand ended up shaking like a vibrator.
Six days later, I am at Pearson international airport flying back to Sydney for surgery. It was the most painful 27 hour flight I've ever had. I checked myself into hospital within 2 hrs after landing in Sydney and had surgery that same night.
I never thought that sex could lead to broken bones and a permanent plate with five pins in my hand for life.