Dark Places Page #7

Hey, Diondra, it's Jenny.

I hear Ben's running from the cops.

You're not with him, are you?

Please tell me you're not with him.

- I guess I should go home.

- Okay, and what?

Leave me here while you go to jail?

- What do you want me to do?

- We're leaving town tonight.

I have like $200 left from my parents.

How much do you have at your place?

I've got some saved up. My mom...

she's got, like, 500 or 600 lying around.

- But I don't know where.

- Yeah, all right, we'll go there. Okay.

If we don't see a cop car outside,

we'll go inside, we'll get the cash,

we'll pack a bag and we'll get

the f*** out of here, okay?

And then what?

What f***ing planet are you on?

Are you even sure this kid's mine?

How dare you!

Ben.

Ben, baby, I love you, you know.

And I swear to God this child's yours.

I swear to God, but you got

to get me out of town, okay?

And we gotta head west otherwise...

otherwise you're in jail.

You're in jail and I'm dead from my daddy.

He'll make me have the baby...

and then he'll kill me.

Yeah?

You know who I am?

Holy crap! Libby.

I always thought you'd find me someday.

Smart girl.

Stay!

So this is out of the blue.

I mean, why come looking for me now?

Did Ben say something to you?

No, that's why I'm here.

So you think that once you know

the truth... you'll find peace?

Like, somehow that will fix you?

I was with Ben that night.

We were going to skip town.

And he went to his house

to get some money.

An hour goes by, two hours.

Finally, I thought he lost his nerve.

Cried myself to sleep that night.

In the morning...

when I heard about the murders.

Packed my bags,

left a note for my father telling him

I was not his little girl anymore.

Skipped town for good.

Ben never gave my name to the police.

After all these years...

he protected me.

So, no one but him knows

what happened that night.

I do think you that you could find

this peace that you're looking for

if you accept that.

Look, I hate to say this,

but whatever happened,

and as much as I loved Ben...

he needed to be in that prison.

There was something inside your brother

that was not right for the outside world.

You were pregnant.

What happened to the baby?

I'm here.

What are you doing?

I told you to wait in the car.

I know you did, but...

- Baby, I'm hearing voices in my head.

- Hey, you got to be quiet, okay.

- I don't want to be alone.

- I know.

It's just the drugs.

They'll wear off, okay.

I like your house.

Be quiet.

What's going on?

Somebody's been in my room.

Oh, God. You don't...

You don't think it's the cops, do you?

I don't know.

I got a present for you, for the baby.

- You got me a present?

- Yeah, but it's not here.

Who is that?

It's okay, it's just Libby,

she's going into Mom's room.

There's less than I thought.

I f***ing know it was Michelle.

It was Michelle that stole

my f***ing present, that nosy little b*tch.

This doesn't feel right.

- I knew it! I heard everything!

- Come here!

Get out of my way.

You don't say another word,

you little b*tch!

- Stop! Stop! She's not gonna say anything.

- Ben, get off me.

Come here.

Diondra, stop it! Stop!

Dio, stop. You'll wake up

the whole f***ing house.

If you think I'm going to spend

my entire f***ing life

worrying about this little b*tch,

you're wrong, Ben!

Get off of her. Dio, stop. Listen to me.

We'll talk to her, okay?

She'll understand. Stop.

Ben?

Hey! It's okay. Okay?

I was never supposed to meet you.

I'm a secret, you know.

A secret love child.

That's right, baby.

Crystal knows the whole story.

I tell her everything.

We're best friends.

I read your book, too.

I even have a little scrapbook

of photos of all of you.

Clipped out of magazines and stuff.

It's like a fake family photo album.

Can I call you Aunt Libby?

I know, I know that this

is a lot to take in.

You want a drink?

- I need to use your bathroom.

- It's just up the stairs.

- Yeah?

- Libby.

I know the whole story now.

You need to hear this.

- What are you talking about?

- You remember the theory

the Kill Club had about the serial killer

they called the Angel of Debt?

- Yeah?

- They got him, I mean, we got him.

One of our members posed as a bankrupt

hedge fund manager in a suburb of Chicago

and this guy Calvin Diehl,

tried to help him stage his death.

Diehl used to be a farmer who lost everything

to the banks in the Soviet embargo.

- So what?

- He's been at it since the '80s.

Making suicides look like

accidents or murders.

What the f*** are you talking about?

Your mother had hired him

for that night.

Are you sure?

Listen, Lyle, can you come get me?

Okay.

- Libby?

- Yeah?

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a second.

- I'm sorry, but I really need to go.

- I'll be out in a second, okay?

F***!

Libby?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Listen, I'm gonna wait outside,

my friend is coming for me.

I really need you to keep this

a secret, okay? I can't risk it.

Them thinking I'm an accomplice,

you understand?

Why would they think that?

Were you at the house that night?

No!

Don't worry, it'll all be over

in about 30 seconds.

Go tell Mom.

- Come here!

- Get the f*** off her!

- What the hell?

- Mom, they're hurting Michelle!

Run! Run!

No! No, please don't! No!

Why'd you make me do this?

- No! No, please. No!

- This wasn't the plan.

Get the f*** off of her.

Oh, my God!

Mom, I'm sorry. I saw the cross

was gone and I panicked.

It's okay, sweetie.

Go get the gun. It's in the cabinet.

- Where is it? I can't find it!

- It's in the box on the left side.

I'm looking there, Mom, it's not there.

- Well, look harder!

- I am looking!

What did you do to her?

- I'm calling the police.

- Wait. Wait, listen.

She wouldn't shut up, all right?

It's her fault, she wouldn't shut up!

- Where's the little one?

- Oh, sh*t! Libby!

Libby!

It's gotta be in here!

Stop yelling at me! How am I supposed

to find anything in this crap?

- I see it, it's right there.

- Okay, where are the bullets?

- Where are the bullets?

- No, it's loaded, it's fine!

Mom! Mom!

Libby?

Hey! Let me do it! Let me do it!

B*tch blocked the door!

Christ!

Can you squeeze through?

- Oh, my God! She got out!

- Grab the gun!

Damn it!

Libby! Libby!

Ben, if she saw something,

we got a problem!

Ben, baby... Don't you see

how this isn't a coincidence?

We need money, then we do

the ritual and then, pow!

- Someone kills your entire family!

- What are you talking about?

You inherit all your mom's life insurance.

Whatever you want to do, baby,

you want to go to California, you want

to live on the beach, we can do it!

Together.

If you want me to,

I can take care of her myself.

No, I'll get her.

Mom, we're not going to find her.

She could be anywhere by now.

She can't be far.

Her friend is coming.

What if he called the cops?

We have to go.

What if they find us?

Libby? Stay where you are,

sweetheart, okay. Stay there.

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