Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story

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(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(faucet trickling)

- Sh*t!

(laughing)

- You scared me.

(man moaning)

- Where's your mom?

- She's at the store.

She'll be back in like an hour.

- You like staying here?

This is a nice place, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm a good guy, huh?

You like me?

- I guess.

- Anything I could help you with?

Anything I can do for you?

I just wanna be there for you, that's all.

Maybe you need a little extra cash.

(chuckling)

I know you done this before.

- A hundred bucks?

Really?

I'm a little more expensive than my mom.

Ow!

Sh*t.

- You got just as bad

of a f***ing attitude!

(coughing)

- What the f*** are you doing?!

Get the f*** away from her!

- F***ing join in, b*tch!

(woman yelling)

Teach your b*tch kid some f***ing manners!

(glass shattering)

(screaming)

Do it, b*tch!

(dramatic music)

(mother yelling)

(whimpering)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

This has got to stop.

Get your sh*t together.

We're getting out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

- Okay.

(city commotion)

- Christ.

Throw me my phone.

Thanks.

Sh*t.

Thank God we've got a guy

coming here in 10 minutes

who can pay for this sh*t.

F***, where's my makeup?

Can you see it?

- Sorta.

But it's pretty dark in here.

He probably won't notice.

- You wanna wait in the

bathroom or the car?

- Bathroom.

- Actually, wait in the car.

You're getting too big

to hide in the shower.

- Okay.

Got my vaporizer in there?

Thanks.

- Hey.

You forgetting something?

Give it 45 minutes, max.

- Okay.

(door closing)

(men chatting)

- [Man] What's up, nia?

- What's up, girl?

(distant police siren)

- Hey.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

- Fix this.

It looks like sh*t, I'm telling you.

Hey.

- Hola, Kimmy.

(chuckling)

- Oh, come on.

Honey, I missed you.

Show me some love.

This is my baby girl, Shara.

- Hi.

- Yeah, Cap, how you doing?

All right, f*** it, come on in.

- All right, let's go.

(groaning)

- Room's 300 bucks a month.

All the utilities are included.

You have a small fridge

and a hotplate right there.

- This is so ghetto.

- Get out.

- Is she always f***ing like that?

- Yes.

- F***.

Washer and dryer.

If you wanna use that

it's gonna be an extra

hundred bucks a month.

Or you could use the

laundromat down the street

but I don't recommend.

- I'm sure, if we need to use the laundry,

we can work something out.

(giggling)

- I'm sure we can.

- We can.

- She's not gonna be a problem, is she?

Because, you know, I don't usually allow

other people's kids here or anything.

- She's fine.

(water bubbling)

(pleasant music)

(somber violin music)

- Hello?

(water sloshing)

Did you enjoy the show?

- What show?

So you guys moving in or?

Are you one of my dad's whores?

- Is your dad Cap?

- Yep.

- My mom met your dad in

a court ordered rehab.

They used to f***.

We're renting a room.

(chuckling)

- Okay.

So I guess we're housemates.

Nice.

By the way,

nice tits.

I know you love it.

(somber beat music)

Here you go.

What?

I thought this was yours.

You shouldn't leave

your purse lying around,

what're you doing?

- Not mine.

- Not yours?

Okay, let's see if there's an ID in here.

And there is no ID.

Just a bunch of Benjamins.

(chuckling)

- Can I have a sip of that?

Please.

- You normally take beers from strangers?

- Sorry, what's your name?

- Jamie.

- Jamie, can I have a sip of that?

- Yeah, I guess,

considering I've already seen your tits

and you're crashing at my pad.

Yeah, why not?

You a...

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You said a sip, whoa.

(sighing)

(people cheering)

- All right.

(splashing)

(people cheering)

- Your fascination with my tits

isn't impressing me at all.

- Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, you're hot.

What am I supposed to do?

And you put on a crazy show for me.

I aint complaining but

I didn't expect that.

- Didn't expect what?

To come home to random some chick

doing back flips in your pool?

- Pretty much, yeah.

- Who said it was for you?

- All I'm saying is that it was hot, sh*t.

Another beer?

- Do you got anything harder?

(laughing)

- What do you want?

- I don't know, vodka?

- Vodka?

Okay.

Let me check.

- Actually, nevermind.

I'll see you later.

(somber beat music)

(somber piano music)

- So you know what to do.

He's obviously got dough, which is good.

- How long should I give you?

(moaning)

(coughing)

- If I'm not out in like three hours.

- What?

- Look at this neighborhood, girl.

Time is money.

(whistling)

- Hey, sugar britches, over here.

I'm gonna bring you in through the side.

- Okay.

- It'll be a little more discreet.

How's yourself?

- Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

- You know, I'm not trying

to be an a**hole or anything,

but you look a little older

than I thought you'd be.

I mean, your ad said 27.

- Yeah, well, it's bright out here.

- I guess it is.

So who's the little chick

in the car with you?

- My daughter.

And don't ask.

You couldn't afford her.

- Really?

Mother, daughter tag-team.

I've never tried that.

It sounds so freaking hot.

- Yeah, well, I didn't

say we'd do it together.

Woo!

- Would you?

- Oh.

Five grand.

- Is that all?

Done.

We'll save it for next time.

Tonight I'm gonna take mommy

out for a little test drive.

(giggling)

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

(car engine rumbling)

(girls chattering)

- She's f***ing gross.

(seatbelt alarm beeping)

- Put your seatbelt on.

- You f***ing stink.

- What?

You smell.

Like a dirty whore who

just got her ass f***ed.

- Really?

(tires screeching)

Are you f***ing kidding me?!

You stupid, f***ing ungrateful b*tch!

F*** you!

F*** you!

Once again, you f***ed us

out of our living situation!

Now I've gotta work double

time to pay for this sh*t!

You think that's okay?

Is that okay to you, you

stupid little b*tch?!

Idiot!

F***, damn it!

(Shara whimpering)

(sighing)

You hungry?

Hello?

Are you hungry?

- I don't care.

- Okay, you don't care.

Good.

- [Server] Here you go, thank you.

(crickets chirping)

- So you're not mad at me anymore?

Don't be mad at me.

You little piglet.

Here, eat your fries.

(laughing)

Your soggy fries.

- My favorite soggy fries.

- I know, I got them for you.

(Shara pig snorting)

(laughing)

Oh my gosh.

I know you don't see it,

but I'm doing all this for you.

- You're right.

I don't see it.

- Okay, feel this.

Stick those fries in

your mouth and feel that.

(laughing)

- Ew.

- I know, I don't wanna gross you out.

- What is that?

- Feel it.

- Mom, what is that?

Is that a scar?

- Mhmm.

This guy had me facedown

in a bed in a motel room

with a knife like this big.

Tried to cut my head off.

- What?

- Do you f***ing blame him though?

(laughing)

You probably wish he did.

(laughing)

Seriously.

Because of me,

you're gonna know how

to avoid f***ing sickos.

You're gonna know how to

make money the right way.

How to do this correctly and

not be taken advantage of.

You know?

I wish I had someone like

me when I first started.

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