Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story Page #2

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You're so lucky.

You have no idea how lucky you are.

- How come you didn't

tell me this until now?

- I don't know.

Up until now, why would I?

It seems like you're

old enough now to know.

- I guess.

- Yeah.

Please get this sauce out of here

because if I stick my

finger in it one more time,

I'm gonna kill you, okay?

- Ew, I just did it.

- That's disgusting.

You're like a little piglet.

(laughing)

(gasping)

- Sh*t.

(chuckling)

Watch it!

- Relax, I wasn't gonna hit you, sh*t.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

Where you going?

- The beach.

- The beach?

Do you want a ride or something or what?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Be careful.

- Right.

(pleasant piano music)

(waves rushing)

It's pretty here.

- I guess.

I see it so much I don't

really think about it.

- Have you ever thought

about walking into the ocean?

Like, you start at the shore

and you just keep walking

until the water covers up your head

and you keep going

till you can't.

- And then what, you drown?

- You float away,

to a happier place.

- Yeah, I wish it was that easy.

- It's that easy for you.

You have a house.

Your dad seems okay.

- My dad's a f***ing tweaker.

You can't really take

everything he says too serious.

- Tweaker?

Like meth?

- Yeah.

F***ing ice.

- Isn't he worried about his teeth?

(chuckling)

- His teeth are jacked already.

Do you know how much ice you gotta smoke

for your teeth to rot out?

- No.

- Like every day for a year.

- Do you ever do it?

- I'd be lying if I

said I haven't tried it.

It's not really my thing.

Cap let's me do whatever the f*** I want.

F*** it.

It's all good.

Hey, look here.

Smile.

Perfect.

- Let's do one together.

- Okay.

- Ew.

That's so sick.

Get away from me!

Ugh!

(laughing)

- Oh my god, dude.

- Come here.

- Okay.

- There.

- Wow, you weren't kidding.

(laughing)

(coughing)

- This is strong.

Oh god.

Where'd you get that sh*t?

Okay, listen.

"A former playmate looking for honest,

"sincere, generous gentlemen for..."

- Former playmate?

- Yeah, I coulda been.

Whatever.

Get up.

- I'm trying to sleep.

- [Kim] Don't f*** with me!

Get up!

- Sh*t.

- [Kim] I wanna take some new pics of you.

- What?

- [Kim] You should have your own ad.

- No way.

- [Kim] Yeah way, sit up.

Just take another hit, it'll relax you.

Stop acting like an idiot!

(camera snapping)

Sit up on your knees.

- I am.

- [Kim] Drop the sheet.

Just relax, okay?

Get your hair out of your face.

Give me a little, sexy smile.

- Like this?

(camera snapping)

- Ass in the air.

(camera snapping)

Show me that butt.

You look gorgeous.

Give me the look of sex.

(camera snapping)

Just do what he wants, okay?

He paid for an hour but

it's a 45 minute hour.

I'll bang on the door when the time's up.

Just stop it!

Your hair looks like f***ing sh*t.

- Ow.

- Just relax. Jesus.

Okay, okay, listen.

Let me give you the

harsh reality, all right?

We've got no money, we've

got no place to stay.

We got nothing.

All we have is you and me.

I could go in there right now

and make enough money to

pay the rent for one week.

You go in, you pay the

rent for two weeks, get it?

All these sick fucks want young.

Here.

Take a hit of this.

It'll relax you.

Not too much.

Don't wanna stink.

All right, ready?

Let's go.

(knocking)

Hi.

- Hi.

(giggling)

- [Kim] Thanks.

- Come on.

Are you nervous?

- Um.

- Don't be.

Come on, let's have a little fun.

Have you ever tried blow?

- Yeah.

- Come here.

Here.

(sniffling)

(laughing)

You're no joke.

I wanna see you dance.

Will you dance for me?

- There's no music.

- Sing.

- No way.

- Hum?

(laughing)

(humming tune)

(somber music)

(laughing)

(giggling)

- You're kinda hot for an older guy.

- Older guy?

Since when did I become the older guy?

Sh*t.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

Dance with me.

(dramatic music)

I just wanna look.

(dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You just get in or?

- A little while ago.

- I'm exhausted.

Wanna?

- I'm good.

- Oh, I almost forgot, sh*t.

I got this for you.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

- Why are you being so nice to me?

- You're so f***ing cool.

You get me.

You don't judge me.

You're so different from

everybody else I've met.

I don't know, most girls

in Venice are just b*tches.

- How do you know I'm not a b*tch?

- Are you?

- Sometimes.

If you're a dick.

- Never.

- Yeah, that's what they all say.

- Okay.

That's kinda harsh.

- It's just,

I've seen my mom get f***ed over

like a thousand times by guys

and it's getting old.

- Maybe it's a problem.

She's kinda rough, no offense.

- It's not her fault.

She's just totally f***ed up.

- Obviously.

- Seriously.

My mom never had a family.

She started stripping at 18.

She had nothing and she

had to take care of me.

She could've easily given me up.

So,

considering all that,

she's done pretty okay.

- I really don't get

why you keep doing this.

- Doing what?

- Like defending her.

- All we have is each other.

Thanks for thinking of me.

- Everyday.

F***.

Whoa.

(giggling)

All right.

- You want another show?

- Whoa, what're you doing?

- What?

- Look at me.

I really like you.

- Did I do something wrong?

I'm sorry.

- Listen.

(somber music)

(Shara giggling)

- You ever try ice?

- I smoke weed.

- Wanna try some?

There you go.

- Whoa, whoa.

What're you doing?

What about your teeth?

- I'm just trying it.

- Let me do it for you then.

Sh*t.

(coughing)

You all right?

- Yeah.

- Oh hell yeah.

Get it boy.

God, that sh*t turns b*tches on.

I love it.

This is better than porn.

(giggling)

(shower trickling)

- Sorry.

I'll be out in a minute.

(urinating)

(coughing)

(Shara yelling)

(metal clinking)

(whimpering)

(sniffling)

Jesus loves me

Yes, I know

For the bible

Tells me so

Little children

We below

- Hey, don't go in there.

He said we could use the

kitchen and the laundry.

- What?

- No!

Seriously!

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

(Shara whimpering)

What the f***, man!

(crying)

What are you doing? Let's go! Let's go!

Goddamn f***!

I told you not to f***ing touch her, man!

Let's go.

Come on, baby, let's go, let's go.

(ominous music)

Cap has a stash.

Well, had a stash.

F***, it's only 260 bucks.

I need a drink or ice or

something to get this edge off.

Baby, you want something?

- I don't care.

- Everything's going

to be okay, all right?

Don't worry about it.

I'll be right back.

(faucet rushing)

(distant police sirens)

(sighing)

(water trickling)

Yo, babe, where you at?

- [Shara] Just a minute.

- Okay.

What're you, on the rag?

- Huh?

I don't know.

- Did he do that to you?

- He didn't touch me.

(waves rushing)

(seagulls squawking)

I can't believe we're on our own.

What're we gonna do now?

- About what?

- We kinda blew all the money already

and I'm worried about you getting caught.

- Don't worry about it, hun.

I got a plan.

- What?

- Sweetheart, we're not going back, okay?

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