Stepdad

What’s good, y’all? Welcome back to my channel. My ankle is still chained to a pillar in my stepdad’s basement. This video is sponsored by Tillamook original beef jerky, which is what he’s been feeding me this week. I’m on my last bag of these, so I have to make them stretch because I’m not sure when he’ll feed me again. But this shit smacks, so go grab you a back from your local Walmart or wherever food can be purchased. Is Walmart still a thing? I don’t know how long I’ve been down here.

Anyway, in the last video I met a mouse I named Jerry, and I thought we gonna be friends because, you know, I had no one else to talk to—other than you, my lovely viewers. Then he started stealing my Starbursts and we had the boss fight and I killed him with a screwdriver I didn’t know was just sitting here the whole time.

Sad stuff. 

Well, guess what? There’s. More. Jerries. Where did they even come from? There’s eleven or twelve of them perusing down here like it’s a shopping center. Like, bruh, quit eyeing my jerky and go away.

Not gonna lie, though, these Jerries are cute as fuck, and I wish they were all my friend. I know I’m gonna get a lot of flack for saying thing  coz y’all in the comment section hated Jerry #1. Honestly though, if Jerry #1 wasn’t trying to take my only food source we would’ve been BFFs for life.

Alas, I’ve learned my lesson. Mice don’t love me. The only one who ever loved me was my daddy. Before he died.

I don’t know how I’m gonna do this, y’all. One Jerry was bad enough, but now there’s a whole gang of them, circling me, breaking their necks to reach the beef jerky in my hand.

What if I try…?

Nice, they back off when I swing at them with the screwdriver! You bitches really don’t want this smoke, huh? Back up! Back up! Oh my God, they’re running away. Let’s gooooo!

Now, I’ve read y’all’s comments, and no, I cannot break free of the chain that keeps me down here. Whle I’m on the subject, let me just say once and for all that I don’t know where “here” is. Literally every video has some sort of comment like “This is fake coz you’d tell us your address so someone can find you if you were really held against your will.” Like, bro, I don’t know my stepdad’s address because he drugged and blindfolded me before he ever took me here. I already said in a previous video that I’m Carly Crawford from McKinney, TX, my mom’s Mandy Crawford, and my stepdad is Harry Wilcox. I’m still trapped after sharing all that and I think I’ve grown two inches since I got here. So, no, I don’t know where I am and y’all suck at giving advice!

Anyway, the screwdriver’s not strong enough to break this chain. I can’t even cut my foot off with it. Maybe I’m just too weak. I am malnourished, after all. Do I look hot though? Maybe a little? Let me know in the comments if the extreme weight loss made me hot.

What is that? Over there in the dark corner. Its eye are glowing. The fu—oh, shit, it’s a raccoon! It’s coming towards me. 

Hey, give them back!

Shit, shit, shit. 

No!

Well, y’all, I don’t know how or when it happened, but there’s a raccoon in the basement and it just stole me beef jerky. 

I’m gonna name you Craig, because only Craigs steal beef jerky. 

Craig! Craaaaiiiig! Gimme back my jerky, Craig!

Please?

What if I throw the screwdriver at it?

*Nyeah* I missed! Dammit, Craig, I’ll starve without that jerky. Give it back now! Craig! 

Grrrrrrrrrruff! Ruff-ruff-ruff! Ruff-ruff-ruff! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I honestly thought that would work.

Just look at him, munching on MY jerky. Like he’s starving. I’ve starving, too, ya know. I think I’ll lie down for a bit.

The lightbulb hanging from the ceiling reminds me of this one night as some pizza place Jeremy took Kennedi and me. I don’t even remember the name of the place, or even if I liked the pizza. But Jeremy and Kennedi were giving each other shit because that’s what siblings do, and we took stupid pictures and recorded each other on Jeremy’s skateboard in the chilly night till like 4 a.m., and I scraped my shin and Jeremy covered it with his jacket, and I felt so stupid the next day when I texted Kennedi that I had a crush on Jeremy coz, like, why would you want your best friend dating your brother?

Oh my God Jeremy please don’t watch this video!

Craig, can I have my jerky back, please?

Wanna play rock-paper-scissors for it? Really? You do? Okay!

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT!

Ha! Scissors beats paper!

No, wait, I won fair and square. Gimme back my jerky!

*Sigh*…

Maybe you want some of my hair? It’s been fallout out a lot. I have no use of it anymore.

Aww, look, y’all, he likes my hair. He thinks it’s like a teddy bear or something.

Awwww, guys, he’s handing me back the jerky.

AWWWWW, you guyyyys, he wants to cuddle.

(I’m going to pretend you’re Jeremy).

He smells like pee but that’s okay.

I’ve spent the last hour staring into Craig’s eyes, peering at his soul, and I can tell that all he knows is loneliness and hunger. Gotta say, bonding with a wild rodent like this, it changes a gal. I don’t know who I was before this moment. 

But now we got each other, at least until he runs off to wherever he came from because we just finished off the last of the jerky.

Anyhow, I’m gonna end this video on a happy note. Thanks for watching. Make sure to like and subscribe, and turn on notifications so that whenever you stop getting them you’ll know my stepdad has killed me and y’all can mourn my death.

Byyye!