Happy Birthday to Me Page #5

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Daddy, where are you?

I'm still in Caracas, honey.

Daddy, I wanted you here so much.

I know. I tried, sweetheart.

I just can't get away.

Now, tell me. How's the party?

Are your friends from school there?

Yes. Yes, they're all here.

I wanted you to meet them.

And I will, Ginny.

Believe me.

When I get back,

we'll have another party.

Promise?

I promise.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Why did you say that, Virginia?

That your friends were here?

I didn't want him to feel bad.

Your father's never kept

a promise in his life.

Where are they, your little friends

from the Crawford Academy?

They're not coming.

What?

There's a party

at Ann Thomerson's house.

I heard them talking.

Why didn't they invite you?

Mom, they don't even know me!

Those goddamn little snots!

We'll show them.

If they won't come to our party,

we'll go to theirs.

Open this gate!

Open this f***ing gate!

Is that you, Estelle?

What's the trouble here?

My daughter's going to that party!

- Has she been invited?

- She doesn't need an invitation!

Hell, Pete, it's her birthday.

All those kids

are her friends from school.

You can send your little girl

to the Crawford Academy,

but that ain't going to change

who you are.

You get Will Thomerson down here.

Let him tell me that to my face!

Those things are over and done with.

Don't bring them up now.

Just take your little girl

and go home.

God damn you!

I'm a rich woman now!

And I'm back to shove it

in their faces!

You hear me, Will Thomerson?

I can't be bought off ever again!

Mommy.

Mommy, please don't cry.

It doesn't matter.

Please don't cry.

Let's go home.

You don't understand.

Those stuck-up a**holes.

They think they own the world.

They're going to pay for this!

We're going to make them pay!

No, Mother, no!

Stop!

Ginny! I'm home!

Where's my birthday girl?

Ginny!

Ginny, where are you?

The plane was late.

Jesus God! Jesus God!

Not my baby.

Please, God, not my baby!

Baby!

My God, Estelle.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Baby. Baby.

Oh, God!

Daddy.

You kept your promise to me.

You came to my birthday party.

That's better.

Now, would Daddy like

a big piece or a little piece?

Ginny, baby.

What have I done to you?

I had no choice.

The doctors were so sure.

So sure.

Bastard!

And now for you, b*tch.

My poor dear little sister.

We can't have you looking all dirty.

Not for your own birthday party.

Now...

...take a look.

Take a good long look.

I've done it all for you,

sister, dear.

Since I ruined your last party,

I've made certain nothing's

going to go wrong this time.

With everyone's help, they're all here,

just as you always wanted.

All seated around the table,

waiting to celebrate your birthday.

Your precious birthday.

And as a special treat,

they all get to watch you die.

Murder...

...then suicide.

Now they'll all know just how crazy

little Ginny really was!

Surprised?

I hope you are.

I planned it so you'd never

suspect a thing.

None of them did.

I dressed like you,

walked like you.

I even talked like you.

You made it all so easy for me.

I was your best friend.

You trusted me.

I could come and go as I pleased.

You woke up remembering nothing.

It worked every time.

That night in the cemetery

with poor little Alfred.

Genius mask-maker.

Remember how he fooled us

with Bernadette?

You didn't know it,

but he had followed you there.

And so had I.

I did it again

after the dance with Steve.

He was so stoned, he didn't even

notice for a moment it wasn't you.

And tonight with David.

Hey! That nimrod owes me 20 bucks.

- At 4 to 1, we made 200 bucks.

- 200 bucks?

- We are rich!

- This calls for a celebration!

The Silent Woman!

Say hi to George.

Hi, George.

And now it's your turn.

You deserve to die.

You're just like her.

A f***ing whore!

My father's mistress.

And you're his daughter.

My sister.

Something she never let

my father forget.

That's why my mother left us.

She could never forgive him

for having you.

It's all your fault.

You've ruined our lives.

You should've died

that night at the canal.

You never should've been born!

Dear God!

What have you done?

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