A Mother's Nightmare Page #5

You want my version?

I think you stopped

by the pet shop

hoping to get Vanessa back

after she dumped you for Jake.

No!

Maybe she threw him up

in your face

and it was like Cheryl

all over again,

and you were humiliated Chris

so you forced her to have

sex with you

and now you're trying to pin

it on Jake Rearden!

That's not how it happened.

Oh yes... Chris...

your best friends,

Matt Vernon and Cam Lowell are

prepared to provide statements

backing Vanessa's claim that

she dumped you for Jake.

Do not say anything sweetheart.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

Got it.

It might be time to take me up

on that offer

and get your boy a lawyer.

The clinic confirmed semen

in Miss Redlann.

We're gonna need a swab

from Chris.

Ma'am, for the time being

he's to refrain from talking

about this matter at school

with anyone.

Miss Redlann's been given

the same order.

It's okay.

[sobbing]

We'll figure it out.

I mean we had such a great day,

everything was fine and then...

it's like he switched

into a different person.

He had this look in his eye

that I just... uh, I'm sorry.

It's just hard, you know?

I never thought he would do

something like this.

Like, the bastard had me

face down on the floor

getting his rocks off...

and then I have to relive

the story for this cop...

he says don't tell anyone.

He was planning

on doing nothing.

[bell ringing]

You guys didn't say a bunch

of crap about me and Vanessa

to the cops, did you?

We're late man, we should

probably get to class.

Cam, we've been best friends

since kindergarten...

What am I supposed

to believe Chris?

You're supposed

to believe me!

Dude, our parents think it'd

be best if we just play it cool

until this thing

sorts itself out.

I'm sorry.

Cam...

I hear you breathing.

Stop calling here.

Sweetheart?

[phone ringing]

So are we breathing

or swearing?

Who is this?

That is a bold-faced lie!

Mom!

Turn that thing off.

There must be something

you can do.

I've already spoken

with Vanessa.

She maintains

she is not involved

in any smear campaign

against Chris.

Can't you just track their email

back to their IP addresses,

get their names?

You know she's behind this,

right?

She broke her gag order!

Can't you at least talk

to her?

Vanessa?

You're a nasty drunk, Chris.

Vanessa, I can't

remember anything.

But I know I wouldn't have

hurt you.

No, you just raped me...

Why are you telling

people that?

We were a couple, I

didn't have to rape you.

Besides, I didn't even know

about you and Jake today.

You made it sound like

he had hurt you.

You are the one who hurt me!

Why won't you at least

admit it to me?

Why... why would I do that?

I loved you.

Because you're just like

your father.

Oh God...

I must've blacked out.

I... I didn't, did I?

Please, Vanessa...

It was partly my fault.

You warned me and I gave you

all that alcohol.

You were so mad

about Jake.

I feel sick...

How could I?

I know, baby...

You didn't mean it.

Hey, I'm gonna go

for a walk.

Okay?

Chris honey... come here.

What is it?

What if I did rape her?

You didn't.

I can't remember.

I was hammered.

You didn't rape her.

Mom, you don't know.

You weren't there.

I could be just like...

just like Dad.

A violent drunk.

You wouldn't even love me.

Sweetheart,

I know you better than anyone

on this planet.

You are not capable

of such violence.

I need to go for a walk.

Hey!

What's up bro?

Huh? How you doing?

Yo!

Get him!

Hey, come here!

Hey!

[phone ringing]

Hello, who is this?

It's Detective Harcroft,

ma'am.

Sorry Detective, we've had

crank calls.

I see...

I wanted to let you know

the semen analysis match Chris.

However, it also confirmed

a non-match.

Sorry, a non-match?

It means Chris's story

might hold water.

Vanessa stated she didn't

have sex yesterday

other than your son's

alleged rape.

She's obviously lying.

I thought you'd wanna

know that.

I did... I do.

Thank you Detective.

You're welcome.

I ran a medical check on

her files but they're sealed.

I did some intel

on her caseworker,

a guy by the name of uh...

Donald Mojan, but no luck.

I'm still investigating,

I'll be in touch.

Okay, thank you.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Madeleine

Stewart.

What?

Oh... okay...

Mercy Hospital Emergency,

I'm on my way.

Okay, so besides his knee

and some bruising on his

ribs and his abdomen,

he looks good.

I'd like to keep him

for another night just

to make sure

there's no signs of

internal hemorrhaging.

He's lucky the guy was

walking his dog.

Chris, Mrs. Stewart...

I'm Officer Tate.

I'd like to ask Chris

a few questions,

if that's okay with you both?

Sure.

Great.

Can you tell me what happened

last night?

I was just going for a walk

to clear my head...

Did you know any of

the individuals involved

or were they strangers?

No, I'd never seen

any of them.

They were wearing hoods...

I just booked it.

Would you recognize any

of them from a photograph?

No, I didn't see their faces

at all.

Thanks, Chris.

That's enough for now but I

will be in touch, all right?

Thank you both

for your time.

Have a good day.

Mom, stop.

It's fine.

Stop.

Hey, we're closed

for the night.

Mrs. Stewart, I didn't know

you had a pet.

Don't mess with me.

Your thug friends touch

another hair on Chris's head

and I'll...

I'd be really careful

making threats.

I'm still a minor.

So you haven't spoken to

or tried to get into contact

with Chris in any way?

No, not since that night.

I mean, why would I?

Nice phone.

It has video, right?

Yeah, but the resolution

sucks.

Don't happen to have

any bills handy?

Say, from the last month

or two?

I don't usually keep

my cell phone bills.

But I know how to access it.

I think I know how to find

what I'm looking for.

Suit yourself.

My battery's fried.

Is it?

I'm getting a new one

if you wanna come back.

Next time, I'll have

a warrant.

Whoa, look at you!

I thought you deserved

a treat.

I felt so bad, you were

on your way to see me.

Who were those guys?

Hell if I know.

Cops said they were probably

casing the neighbourhood.

Of course my mom no doubt

thinks you were behind it.

I miss being with you,

Vanessa.

Yeah?

Well, I could come climb in

your window right now.

I lied to my first cop

last night.

You didn't lie, you just left

out where you were going.

I miss you.

Really bad.

God, I need to see you.

Hi... I'm looking for the

number of a Donald Mojan

in child social services.

Yes... Vanessa.

My son Chris met her in school,

they got involved.

Does your son

still see Vanessa?

No, but his life has gotten

out of control

since he tried to end it.

I don't even know

where to begin

but I am afraid of what Vanessa

may be capable of.

Forgive me but I am not

at liberty to discuss

Vanessa's history with you.

Mr. Mojan, Chris was depressed

when he met Vanessa.

He's not coping well,

I can't protect him if I have

no idea what may come.

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