Adulterers Page #6

He seemed real nice.

He kept talking about

how pretty I was.

And that I could be a model

or a movie star.

I'll never forget

the look on his face

when I told him

who my daddy was.

After that,

every time I came around

Mr. Beaumont and Daddy

were best friends.

(heavy sighing)

And then one night,

Daddy had to work late.

And Mr. Beaumont offered to

give me a ride home.

It was raining out

and there was...

There was lots of traffic.

So I, I dozed off.

And when I woke up,

Mr. Beaumont had his

hand up my skirt.

And he was trying to put

his finger inside of me.

And I screamed.

He said, "Relax."

That he was gonna make me feel

like a real woman.

He finally stopped

when I started crying.

I told my daddy the next day.

Told me to stop

making up stories.

But soon after that,

Mr. Beaumont promoted my

daddy to vice president.

Again a little time later,

my daddy had to work late again.

And Mr. Beaumont

was gonna give me a ride home.

And I begged.

And I pleaded.

And I insisted I'd take the bus.

But Daddy warned me

how important it was

to keep Mr. Beaumont happy.

So I got in that car.

And I stayed real quiet.

And I stayed awake.

And I made sure not

to do anything

that would give him

the wrong idea.

Didn't matter.

And shortly after that,

Mr. Beaumont took my virginity

in the back of his SUV.

God, it took so long to

get the scent of his

cheap cologne off my skin.

I can sometimes still smell it.

But Daddy was so happy.

Oh, he was so happy.

So as long as I kept

Mr. Beaumont happy.

Everything was good.

But then Mr. Beaumont,

he got me pregnant.

And he was so scared that

he was gonna get put in jail.

That his wife would find out.

He paid for the abortion.

Gave me 2000 dollars

in cash to keep quiet.

And he avoided me

like the plague.

And pretty soon,

things went back to the

way they used to be.

And Daddy became

miserable again.

I loved my dad.

And I knew what I did was wrong.

But I did it to make him happy.

Pretty soon he couldn't

stand the sight of me.

(sniffs)

That is why my daddy died.

Why didn't you

tell me this before?

I ain't never told anybody.

It was easier to pretend

it never happened.

We rotten.

All of us.

Baby, God's just punishing us.

I know you don't give

two shits about what I think,

but I reckon your wife could

use a hug right about now.

You hug her.

(metronome ticking)

I'm so broken, Sammy.

Fix me.

Well...

(sniffs)

It's clearly obvious.

We all f***ed up.

Broken folk.

Can't fix broken folk.

(metal jingling)

It's time for my good Lord

to decide our fate.

It's time for me to go, Sam.

All right, Punchy.

What makes you

think you're God?

In this house,

I am God.

Sammy.

(revolver cocking)

Sammy.

You did this to yourself,

Punchy.

(metronome ticking)

(revolver firing)

Lola:
Sam?

Sammy!

Damien:
You did this

to yourself, Punchy.

Ash?

Ash!

(gunshots)

(footsteps)

They give you one

of them nicknames?

Damien:
Flash Jackson.

People just call me Flash.

Sam:
Sh*t,

you fly for Southern?

At Southern Airlines

we always wear a smile.

What's your wife's name?

Jasmine.

Ashley:
Mr. Beaumont

took my virginity,

in the back of his SUV.

(screaming)

(guns clattering)

(gasps)

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