Family Blood Page #2

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My name is Ellie, and I'm an addict.

Hello.

Hi, Ellie.

I don't deserve this.

Careful. Mug's hot.

Anything else?

No, we're good. Thanks.

Thanks for getting coffee with me.

I:

I don't think I'm the best person

to talk to about this.

You might be the only person

to talk to about this.

I don't know,

I just needed somebody to talk to whose

life is only slightly less screwed up

than mine.

I'm sorry.

No, that's okay.

I mean, I don't know.

I probably wouldn't have

believed you otherwise.

Well, the program works

and people fall.

But you just keep getting up again.

Sometimes you just wish

that there was one thing in the world

that you didn't have to put

all of your effort into controlling.

And that would make all the difference.

Right?

I hope you find it.

That one thing.

Cheers to that, right?

You all right?

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.

No, don't be sorry.

Did I get you?

No, I'm fine.

How many did you take?

It's not the pills, baby.

Did you find anything?

Just go get ready for school.

You know, you didn't find any pills.

So maybe that means

She can get them from anywhere, Amy.

So, what? You've just given up on her?

Look, Amy,

I'm not going through this sh*t again.

You know what I like about your sketches?

They make me feel like I'm at home

no matter where we live.

Ahh.

You didn't come to the meeting.

I got worried.

I know what you're going through.

No, you don't understand.

I know exactly what you're going through.

When I saw you on that swing in the park,

you looked so peaceful

but troubled.

I just wanted to protect you.

I made sure that no one can ever hurt you.

How?

Because I turned you

into whatever it is that I am.

It gets easier,

but you don't want to do it alone.

Do you want to invite me inside

so we can talk about this?

I want you to leave me alone.

It's too late.

She's so screwed up

she can't say anything about it.

You ever thought that maybe

it was something else other than drugs?

Like what?

I would take the El

and come here with my mom.

She was the art history teacher

at the college,

so whenever she got done with class,

she'd come find me, and she'd get me out.

And we'd sit here and look at it,

try to figure it out.

Well, you know

it says right next to it, right?

We never read it. It felt like cheating.

Well, you know, a little help never hurts.

She never told us she was sick.

I guess she thought

she could handle it on her own

without worrying us about it.

And I-I knew. I knew something was wrong.

I would ask her

if she wanted to talk about it.

And we'd just sit here,

talking about this instead.

You know, and

I wish I pushed her

till she told me what it was.

And by the time she told us,

it was too late.

Just do yourself a favor

and talk to her while you still can.

You want me to tell you what it says?

No.

I want to keep guessing

until you tell me I'm right,

no matter how many times

we have to come back here.

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can,

and wisdom to tell the difference.

Accepting hardships

as the pathway to peace,

living one day at a time,

enjoying one moment at a time.

Amen.

Mom?

Mom?

Uhh!

Mom?

What's the matter?

I heard something.

Where's Mom?

I don't know.

Go to your room.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom.

Uh, wha

I'm fine. I just

I just need a moment to myself, okay?

Let me help you.

No, just, I'm fine, all right?

Just-Just leave me alone for a bit.

I don't need your help.

Mom, I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me what's wrong.

You can't help me!

Mom? Mom, where are you?

Mom!

Get in the car.

Where are we going?

To Dad's.

What do you want?

Have you seen Lola?

She hasn't come back all night.

She always comes back.

No, I haven't.

Can I check your basement?

Lola.

Lola.

Lola. Lola, where are you?

Lola.

Come on, baby. Come on. Come on, sugar.

Lola.

Eleanor?

What the hell's wrong with you?

A lot.

Are you feeling all right?

I told you he's not home.

He isn't traveling.

He just says that because

he doesn't want to deal with the sh*t.

So we're part of the sh*t?

She's never gonna get better, is she?

It's Dad.

Told you.

At least Mom wants us.

I'm going back.

Mom.

Mom.

Go upstairs.

Mom?

Now!

Turn it off, Kyle.

Please. I don't want you to see.

See what?

Just turn it off!

Mom, why did you kill her?

For her blood.

Someone turned me into this.

Who?

I don't know what he was.

You should leave right now.

That knife's not gonna help you.

Just call the police. Do whatever it is

you need to do, but do it now.

Go!

Did you kill anyone else?

Did you call the police yet?

Not yet.

Maybe you should.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm a friend of your mother's

from her meetings. Christopher.

Look, now's not really a good time.

Why? Is everything all right?

You can let him in.

He's the one, Kyle.

If you let me inside,

we can talk about this.

You're a Shh.

No. Don't say it. It's made up anyway.

Are you gonna let me inside?

You can only come in if I invite you in.

No, I was just being polite.

Easy.

Let him go!

Why would you do this to her?

Because I care about her, Kyle.

Is it curable?

Is it?

No.

It's just like any other addiction.

It's manageable.

But this part will pass.

God! Just go!

Kyle Leave!

No, it's okay. It's all right.

Hello?

Hello?

Sit down, Kyle.

Okay.

Ten Ways to Kill a Vampire. That's cute.

No. No.

Yes, but no. No.

Your mother wants me to stay.

That was on the list, by the way.

It's all gonna be okay.

You stayed.

She's sleeping, Kyle.

She's tired.

We all are.

The daylight is just another myth.

Just give her some time.

She'll seem more normal

maybe even better than before.

You know those pills

that tore apart your family?

She'll never use them again.

She can't.

You know, I saw that gargoyle

in your sketchbook.

Did you know that people

put gargoyles above their entrances

to keep out the evil?

What first appears as a monster

is only there to keep you safe.

There's a lot of bad in the world.

I'm talking about real evil.

Kyle?

For future reference, Kyle, the knife

doesn't work.

Kyle.

Kyle, where are you going?

I don't have time to talk right now.

What happened? What happened?

Don't worry about me.

Is this because you talked to her?

I have to go.

I'm sorry, okay? It was bad advice.

I have to go.

Mom?

Mama?

Hey, baby.

What are you doing here?

I've come to take you home.

Does Dad know you're here?

Amy?

Garlic.

I'm gonna be right outside the door.

Hi, you've reached Tom.

We can't come to the phone right now.

Leave a message. I'll call you back.

Amy.

Don't open this door,

no matter what you hear, okay?

Amy. AMY:
Okay.

Stay away from my son.

Kyle, leave us alone.

Kyle.

Christopher and I need to talk.

Please leave us alone.

Close the door.

It doesn't get easier.

No. It doesn't.

But at least we're together.

A stake works.

Where's Kyle?

Kyle!

Mom.

Kyle? You okay?

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