Rachel Getting Married Page #7

and how it led to your sister's anorexia.

And how you stayed up nights with her

when she was down to 50 pounds.

I will never forget reading that,

- I swear to God.

- Yeah.

I never, ever, thought I would have

the chance to thank you.

It was your strength

that gave me the courage

to confront my own abuse

and help turn my life around.

- Listen, I'm in a great group.

- Rachel. I...

I'm so glad to hear it. Excuse me.

Sir, just stop.

Sorry, I just need a second. Rachel?

Rachel?

Rachel, what are you doing?

Where... Where are you going?

Rachel!

You know, I never had anorexia.

And you certainly didn't watch over me

while I was sleeping.

And we don't have a

goddamned pedophile uncle

who made our childhood a living hell

and explains away all your sh*t

in one fell swoop.

Did you tell them that Dad forced us

into a life of prostitution as well?

I wasn't hurting... No one got hurt, Rach.

- I'm hurt.

- Where are you going?

Rachel, open the door. Rachel!

So what, you're just going?

- I'm sorry, but I hate her.

- No, you don't hate her.

Dad, don't tell me what I don't hate.

I hate, hate, hate the lies.

I mean, she lied in rehab.

What do you mean, she lied?

I mean, she lied to the people

who were working with her,

who were trying to help her.

Dad, she lies to everybody.

Where is she now?

- Where am I now, Dad?

- Thank God.

- Rachel!

- We're in here, Kym.

Thanks for abandoning me.

I had to take a taxi.

Hey, Rach.

I mean, are you kidding me?

Why would anything I said or didn't say

at the hospital...

Jesus Christ!

Are they going to play all weekend?

- Knock it off!

- Norman! Boys! Stop, please!

Guys, would you give it a rest?

Just give it a rest.

Why would it hurt you? It wasn't about you!

- Why not?

- Rachel.

What? Stop, Dad. Why not?

Why wasn't it about me?

I mean, I was hopeful.

I was on your side. Still am.

Do you have any idea what that means?

Do you have any idea

how lonely it was here with everybody gone

into your

terrible little world?

I mean, there was nothing left.

Everybody was just empty.

You think that they

knew I was alive

or needed anything during your

life?

And after all that, the fights,

the screaming,

the blaming, the loneliness,

and Mom and Dad and the divorce and

death

and all that f***ing hopefulness, I mean...

And Dad not even being able to listen

to music any more.

You were lying about us instead of

telling the truth about yourself.

God, Rach.

What is this about, girls?

Well, apparently, she has a whole history

of sexual molestation

that we didn't know about.

- What?

- God.

Kym, what is your sister saying?

Did you say you were sexually molested?

It was a long time ago.

Were you?

No!

Why in God's name

would you say something like that?

It was an anonymous exercise.

And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Dad, look at me. Okay? I am right here.

Okay?

And I am telling you that after Ethan died,

I wanted her to get better orjust die.

- Rachel, she's better.

- And... No, no.

Recovery doesn't work if you lie.

She knows that.

I am worthless to her.

- She doesn't give a sh*t about the rest of

us! - You are not worthless. How dare you!

You're my sister.

I love you guys.

I need you guys, but you don't

get to sit around

for the rest of my life deciding

what I'm supposed to be like.

I mean, you weren't there.

You weren't inside of my head

when I was f***ed-up.

- You are certainly not there now.

- Kym.

You haven't got any idea how I feel.

Kym, you took Ethan for granted.

Okay. You were high for his life.

You were not present.

- Okay. You were high.

- Yes.

And you drove him off a bridge.

And now he's dead.

- Rachel, it was an accident.

- Yes, I was.

Yes, I was stoned out of my mind.

Who do I have to be now?

I could be Mother Theresa.

It wouldn't make a difference what I did.

Did I sacrifice every bit of

love in this life because

I killed our little brother?

- It was an accident. It was an accident.

- And I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Kymmie, Kymmie, it was an accident.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, Dad.

Can I...

I'm sorry, guys. I just want to...

If I can say something.

Look, I know you're... You're, you know...

Everyone's concerned about her,

where she might be.

Listen, you know,

when you're getting out of rehab,

it's very, very difficult

and it's especially difficult to go

to see your family. I mean, it just...

I mean, when I...

When I got out, I didn't see them for years.

And it just really takes time,

and I... And...

If you're not ready to take

responsibility for something,

people make something up,

which is probably what happened, but...

I mean, you know,

honestly, Rachel, that happened like...

It was a couple of years ago...

Paul, do you want me to go out

and look for her?

No.

You can't. I mean, you have

a wedding tomorrow. A hundred people...

I'll go. I mean, you know...

It's fine. I'll go.

- Where are you going to go?

- I can take a look for her.

Do you guys know where she might be, or...

Hello?

I'm sorry?

It's the caterer.

- Let me deal with it.

- I'll tell you what.

Hello?

You should really call Daddy, honey.

Yeah, okay. In a minute.

- You know how he worries.

- I will in a minute, yeah.

You know, he's worried, honey.

I need a glass of water.

Here. I made tea.

Come sit down, honey. You look so upset.

Is Andrew going to be home soon?

Yes. He just went to a dinner. Not late.

Did something happen

with you and Rachel?

Is everything all right with the wedding?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Why did you leave me in charge of him?

You knew. All of you knew.

- Kym.

- People told you.

I was a junkie. I was a crazy drug addict.

- I stole from you.

- Yes.

I lied to your face.

I weighed six pounds.

My hair was falling out.

- I spent every dinner in the bathroom.

- Honey, you were sick.

- That was an illness.

- You know what I was.

I stayed in my room for days.

I passed out all the time.

No, no.

- What were you thinking?

- No.

Why did you leave me?

I was there. I didn't leave you.

Why would you leave me in charge of him?

Because you were good with him.

- Mom, Mom, why would you leave...

- No, you were...

...a drug addict to watch your son?

No! You were good with him!

- You were the best you were with him!

- Listen to me! Listen!

I didn't expect you to kill him, sweetheart!

- You were not supposed to kill him!

- Mom!

Mom! What are you doing? Get off!

- Oh, God! God!

- Mom!

F***.

Are you okay, miss?

Right over here. It's a mess.

It's Kym. I'm fine.

I...

- Thanks a lot.

- No problem.

Hi.

I'm the maid of honor.

Cool. I know you.

I used to work at that dog-grooming place.

You holding?

- Kymmie?

- Oh, God, Dad.

- Kymmie, are... Oh, God. Are you all right?

- Yeah. I just need to go.

No, we've got to get to the hospital.

No, Dad. I need to get dressed.

- Kymmie, we've got to get you

to a hospital. - I'm fine, please.

Kym, you can't just vanish.

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