It Stains the Sands Red Page #2

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son of a b*tch, smalls.

I'll give you that much.

- Oh man, mm, smalls,

you should try some of this.

You want some?

- You want a piece?

There you go.

Eat that.

How much further

do you think it is?

I checked the map a while ago,

but I don't wanna check it

again until later.

The battery's gonna die.

It's at least another 15 miles.

But you know what's great

about coke is that

I don't even need

to eat anything.

And I think I can probably

walk through the night,

to be honest.

- No, no, no!

Look what you did!

Oh my god, no!

No!

Such a dick move!

- Who are you to judge?

- Nick, buddy, you're one

lucky son of a b*tch.

Listen, we blew the engine out

on the twin last night, okay?

But it's okay 'cause

we're gonna swap it out today

and we should have it ready

to go by tomorrow morning.

So you and that dumb broad

better be here by then, okay?

Or we're leaving

without you, alright?

I'm f***in' serious.

See ya.

- Dumb broad.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Nick, the guy that you...

Jesus, that's f***ed up.

Honestly, I'm not even mad

at you over it, really.

He didn't have a lot

of redeeming qualities.

I think he had daddy issues.

The truth is, I was just using

him to get out of the city.

I mean, as soon

as we got to Mexico

I would have dumped his ass.

Not that it matters.

He was f***ing

plenty of other girls.

You all are.

Yeah, yeah.

F*** you, too.

- I'm so goddamn thirsty.

One more day...

One more day.

I could maybe even make it

there by tonight.

One more day.

I'm not quitting.

I know you think I will

but I'm not.

I am not quitting.

You hear that, smalls?

I'm not quitting!

Help!

Help!

- Hey!

Hey, are you alright?

- Ted, get some water.

Hey!

Hello?

- Hey!

Are you alright?

Are you hurt?

- No.

Mmm, mmm.

- Hey, easy.

Easy.

- What're you doing

way out here?

- Whoa, hey.

- It's a - a long story.

I've just... been walking.

- To where?

Huh?

You're 40 miles away

from anything.

- An airfield.

- Well, you're damn lucky

we found you.

It's nearly 100 degrees

out here.

- Yeah.

- Right?

- Come on, let's get you

to the truck.

- You can rest there.

- Come on, okay?

- I'll help you up.

It's okay.

Yeah, slowly.

- Thank you.

- There you go.

- Almost there.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Let me get the a/c.

- You feel that?

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, I do.

Oh god.

- Sorry, I'm Ted.

- Oh, hey.

- Molly.

- Jason.

- Hey.

Oh, sh*t.

F***.

I - I left my bag

back there, it's...

- hey, no, no, no.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, we'll get it.

You just... just rest.

- It's okay.

- Okay.

- Over here?

- Uh, yeah.

I think so.

I lost it in the...

Sandstorm.

Sh*t.

Oh god.

- Let's get you to the truck.

- Found it!

No, you keep the front.

- Sorry, it was buried

really deep.

- Thanks.

- Hey, so what was that

about uh... an airfield?

- Hmm. You know, honestly,

I think that they've left.

- Yeah, well...

Where is it?

Maybe they have some

extra planes.

I've flown a few times before.

- I don't know.

I mean... maybe.

It - its a small airfield.

Only a few planes.

- It's still worth checking out.

- Yeah.

- You know what, guys?

Um... I really appreciate

all the help, but...

I think I should probably

just get going on my own now.

- Wait a minute.

We...

I mean, we can't just

leave you out here alone.

You could die of heat stroke.

- I - I think I'll be okay.

But... thanks again.

For everything.

Okay.

Okay, what the hell?

Unlock the f***ing door.

Unlock the door!

- Get her, man!

Go around and get her!

Grab her!

Hold her!

Get out.

- The airfield, where is it?!

- Get her up!

- Alright, I got her.

- Alright, tell us where it is,

or I will cut you real deep.

You understand?

Just like that dumb n*gger

and his son.

- Okay, it's called

Boulder's airfield,

it's like, six miles

north of here, okay?

- That's a good little girl.

That's a good little girl.

- Please, just let me go.

- Oh yeah. No, no.

- The pen.

- God, those are real, aren't they?

- Don't touch me!

- Don't f***in' touch me!

- Oh, yeah.

- Get your f***ing hands off me!

- Get her in the truck, now!

- No! Don't!

- Don't you f***ing... no!

- Get in the truck.

- Now.

- No!

F***er!

Get your f***ing hands off me.

Motherf***er!

- Shh.

No one's gonna hear you

scream out here, okay, b*tch?

- Come on, Ted, let's just go!

- You still don't get it!

- Everything has changed,

we can do whatever we want.

We can take whatever we want.

Now help me get her pants off.

- No! No! No!

- I'm gonna f*** you

so f***ing hard.

- Oh sh*t, she's bleeding.

- I don't give a f***!

Now get in there

and hold her still!

- No!

- Get up there

and hold her still!

Hold her f***ing hands!

- No!

- Please, don't!

- Oh yeah.

Oh f***.

- Hurry up!

I'm next!

- She f***in' likes it!

- We're gonna have to keep you

around for a little bit, huh.

Oh, f***.

Alright.

Keep going.

Mind passing me one of those

waters back there?

I'm fine.

I don't wanna talk about it.

It happened.

I need to just move on.

Please, just stop!

I just said I don't wanna

talk about it, okay?

Bad sh*t happens.

Bad sh*t happens to good people.

I'm a good person.

You just deal with it

and you move on.

One foot after another.

Yeah, you're right about that.

It's been a real... sh*t day.

Make it week.

It's been a real sh*t week.

You got kids?

I wonder where they are

right now.

- I'm sure they're fine.

They probably miss you.

My older sister,

she always wanted to be a mom.

She - she just couldn't

have kids.

Her uterus, it's, like,

tilted or whatever.

She was so happy to take chase.

Chase.

That's his name.

He's four.

No, five.

She's a way better mom to him

than I ever could be.

I mean, I'm not cut out

for that sh*t.

Look at me.

I mean,

I can't take care of him.

I - I can't even

take care of myself.

Ali and Blake, they're...

They're responsible.

Yeah, they would have gotten

out of the city for sure.

- I'm sure they're fine.

Yeah, they're definitely fine.

- God, you're a mess, smalls.

This is ridiculous.

Why am I even talking to you?

You're a f***ing walking corpse.

I'm gonna leave you now, okay?

You're... you're starting

to slow me down.

Don't look at me like that.

You're gonna be fine.

Someone will come for you

eventually, or...

I don't know.

You'll - you'll find one of

your own or something, okay?

What do you want me to do?

- What do you want me to do?

You can't come with me!

You're just this

stupid f***ing animal!

You don't even understand me!

Do you?

I'm leaving.

- If I take that tire off of you

do you promise to be good?

Hey!

Stay! Stay!

Smalls!

Stay!

You ever play that game

telephone?

It's a kid's game.

You take a can

and you attach it to

another one with a string

and then you pretend

it's a phone

and you can hear each other.

Kids love it.

Chase loved it.

We made them together.

This can's my side.

See?

He had been living with my

sister for a while by then.

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