Blood Shed Page #2

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Why do you feel the need

to push me, Jezebel?

I am becoming whole.

Take it off.

In the name of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Ghost.

What is wrong with you?

We're having a boy, David,

and he will grow to

loathe your name.

You're sick.

My child will not be

part of this sickness,

- This santeria voodoo.

- My child.

You know my culture.

If I have to take him to Mexico

and raise him alone, I will.

Jezebel Zavala, 23, has been

missing for several days...

Family and friends fear that Zavala

may have been the victim of homicide,

at the hands of her lover,

Dr. David J. Mathias.

Mathias is believed to be the

father of the newborn infant.

Abandoned outside a

Glendale residence...

Police have been unable to

locate Mathias for questioning.

Gabriel?

I can hear you in there.

What're you doing?

I was helping you out.

You don't think that opened

up by itself, right?

Guess not.

Could you try not to

get caught this time?

Home movies?

Sort of.

Could I watch one?

Our David, you are f***ing insane.

The board is not

gonna take that tat.

Well, you think this is nuts,

when Pedro here's finished,

I'm scoring me a mamacita.

You think you can

handle that, old man?

Trust me, every

mamacita in this town,

wants a free trip to the

States with a blue-eyed devil.

F***.

Get that f***ing thing off me.

You said you loved me, baby.

I do love you,

and I will take care of our child.

Unless I leave you.

I love you, Jezebel.

You don't leave the

man who loves you.

Even when he treats me no

better than the dogs outside,

roaming the streets.

Roaming like dogs in the street.

Yeah, b*tch. You gonna leave me?

No.

Tell me you gonna leave me now.

Yeah. What you gonna say now?

Come on.

You gonna leave me?

You don't f***ing leave me.

I'll f***ing kill you

before you leave me.

I'll f***ing kill you,

do you hear me?

You f***ing b*tch.

Sorry.

That's not your fault.

You shouldn't have seen that.

You don't like me.

I do like you.

So what, are you...

born again?

Do you have a girlfriend?

Born again?

No. I'm just f***ed up.

That's perfect.

I'm f***ed up, too.

Stop.

I can't.

You gay?

No, I'm not gay.

I just can't.

You know, just because I walk

around all day smiling like an idiot,

doesn't mean that I'm happy.

Samira, I never said

you were happy.

Five more minutes,

I'm coming for your horny ass.

F***!

F***!

F***!

Evette, what the hell?

I told you to stay in the shed.

Oh, I'm sorry,

some f***ing old man

just tried to rape me,

while you're down

there with loverboy.

You're bleeding.

No, there's blood

dripping from the shed.

Can we get the f*** outta here?

What're you doing?

Where did he go?

I don't f***ing know.

Told you.

Ew! What the f*** is that?

What?

I can't find my mom.

You try calling her?

You can't get cell

phone service in here.

You'll find her.

Please, help me find my mom.

I'm leaving.

You can't.

All the doors are locked.

You know the way out?

Only if you help me.

Fine. Come on.

Lead the way.

Why isn't the unit key working?

The deadbolts are locked.

So, you don't have keys to those?

Only Arsen does.

So, he locked us in here?

I don't know.

- Why would he lock us in here?

- I don't know, Evette.

I think Arsen locked us in.

Yeah. I know he did.

This is the guy you

were hooking up with?

You don't have a set of keys?

Not to the deadbolt,

and we tried all of these.

Guess he taught us

scumbags a lesson, huh?

You're really living in here?

Go.

Try this.

Where are you going?

Be careful with that.

The f*** you doin' in my shed, boy?

You workin' for Arsen?

No.

I was helping Trace find his mom.

Sh*t, Trace's mama?

She's probably still out.

She stay leaving that

boy alone, by himself.

How's about giving me a name,

brown eyes?

Gabriel.

Gabriel. The archangel?

You know Arsen locked

all the doors?

And that means, all of us

fixin' to be cooped up in here,

till he gets back,

first thing in the morning.

No, there has to be

another way out of here.

The only other way outta here

is through the looney bin,

and everything down

there is boarded up,

and you don't know nothin'

about that, right?

No.

Okay.

You don't know that b*tch?

She'll cut your f***ing tongue out.

How do you know Jezebel Zavala?

'Cause I see things, boy.

I know whatever that

b*tch is looking for,

it got a lot to do with yo ass.

She's alive?

Depends on your

definition of "alive."

Okay, can you help us

get out of here or not?

Help you?

F*** no.

Me and my girl, Lucy,

are gonna lock this shed,

we gon' get good and high,

and when Arsen brings his ass

back first thing in the morning,

I'ma kick his skull in.

Come on, bud. Let's go.

Come on.

I hope you both get real high.

Yes, we will.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go!

Gabriel!

What're we gonna do?

This sucks.

We should've just stayed inside.

Why? So you can f*** him again?

I didn't f*** anyone.

So, you know there's a psych ward,

in the basement, right?

No, that is an urban legend,

and you know what?

That old man,

he's lived here forever.

He has to know a way out.

Oh, the one who tried to rape me?

He was probably trying

to tell you something.

- What about my mom?

- Okay.

Let's just go to the top,

and work our way down.

Okay.

I see you, Devon.

Stop being a c*nt.

It's you.

I'm not afraid of you.

I've been waiting for you.

Let's do this.

Either I, uh, f*** you,

or cut you in 30 different ways.

It's your choice.

B*tch.

Be gentle.

F***er.

F***!

Stay here.

Gabriel!

Did you find her?

What's in there?

Nobody. Come on.

She's gone, Trace.

No!

Come on.

- Let's go.

- No.

- Stop, no.

- Will you please shut this.

- Stop.

- Now what?

The basement, or the old man.

Come on.

F*** my ass.

Goddamn you, girl.

Lucy.

Witch! You don' mess with

the wrong motherf***er.

Did you guys know there are

over 4,000 units in here?

All this stuff that

people can't let go of,

but they can just so

easily forget about.

It's like, why not just

bring it all to Goodwill?

At least someone will

get some use out of it.

Will you shut up.

Who gives a f*** about Goodwill?

I'm just tryna' get outta here.

Really? It was your stupid

f***ing idea to come drinking,

in this creepy ass

shed to begin with.

Knock it off.

- What's it say?

- That we should leave.

Isn't that just f***ing genius.

Unfortunately, we're

locked in for the night.

Hey!

We can't leave.

The doors are locked.

The deadbolts are locked.

By who? By you?

By Jezebel?

What is this?

What the f***?

Samira.

Samira!

Samira!

Open up!

What have you done, huh?

Where's Samira? Where's Trace?

And his name... is Gabriel.

You piece of sh*t.

I'm not your blood.

If you don't tell me where Samira and

Trace are in the next five seconds,

I'll cut your head off.

She seeks what she lost.

Where is she?

She wants the child...

child, one of you holds.

Is Samira pregnant?

No.

Are you?

How do we get out of here?

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