Runaway Page #4

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Yeah. It's going to be fun.

Everything all right with you, Dylan?

There's nothing going on right now

that's bothering you or anything?

'Cause, you know...

if there's anything

that you wanted to tell somebody,

you know I'm the one to tell, right?

Because I'm your big brother.

And that's what I'm supposed to do.

I'm supposed to take care of you.

Because you and me, we don't have

any secrets between each other.

You know what I mean, Dylan?

Dad said I shouldn't listen

to everything you say.

Dad said that to you?

What else did he say?

He says that you said lies about him

'cause you're jealous of us.

Are you staring at me again?

-No. Sorry.

-That's okay.

I'll let you, but only 'cause

you helped me on this test.

Thanks.

You have no idea

how frustrating this is.

What, the book?

No.

Being 27 years old and still trying

to get out of high school.

I don't past this test, I'm going

to be working here when I'm 50.

-Can I ask you something?

-Shoot.

If it's personal, and you

don't want to tell me, that's okay.

Personal?

I can't wait to hear this.

Why didn't you finish high school

when you're really smart?

I don't know.

A lot of things.

Like what?

Well, I was 15,

met a guy,

fell in love.

And?

Come on.

What?

Where are we going?

You're not allowed

to ask any more questions.

What are we doing?

He did that to you?

It's okay.

I left, you know.

Nobody's ever going to do it

to me again.

It's pretty f***ing ugly, huh?

No, l...

I think you're beautiful.

So, did you get that sh*t done

for your mother?

No.

I want to talk.

I want to talk to you.

I know what you're trying to do.

Do you hear me?

What do you mean?

Remember when you and me

used to go camping?

Because I do.

I remember everything.

I'm not going to

let that happen again.

I'm not just going to sit back and

watch it happen, 'cause I'm not Mom.

You're not Mom.

You're not Mom.

No, I'm not.

Well, what the f*** are you?

I mean, I mean, real--

Really, Michael,

who the f*** are you?

I mean, have you looked

in the mirror lately?

I know what you are.

Come on.

You're 21 years old. You're still

living with your Mommy and Daddy.

The only time you pick your

skinny little ass up out of the chair

is to fold laundry

or maybe look after your brother.

So, what, sweetheart?

I'm supposed to treat you like a man?

Is this a man-to-man conversation

that we're having here?

'Cause I mean, my God.

Let's break that down, shall we?

You live off of me.

You have never in your life

held a job.

You don't own

a f***ing alarm clock.

Do me a favor --

get yourself an alarm clock,

drag your f***ing

skinny little ass out of bed,

and go to work every day.

Just see what it's like.

Who the f*** are you?

Behave like a man.

Who knows?

Until then, honestly,

to me, you make me sick.

Get the f*** out of my house.

No, I mean, really.

Go away from me.

F*ggot.

I need to see,

need to see how close we are.

Are we close?

Yeah, I think, so.

I hope so.

-Michael.

-What?

-Can I watch TV now?

-Look, buddy, I'll tell you what.

When we get to where we're going,

you can watch TV.

You can do whatever you want to do,

all day, every day. Okay?

-Play outside?

-Yeah.

You can play outside

all day long, all right?

-Oh, f***!

-You said a bad word.

Sh*t, hide in the closet!

-What?

-Come on, come on.

Get in, get down. Get down.

Get down. Stay there.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Michael!

Going to come watch TV?

Did you mow the lawn, Michael?

Yeah.

Mm, and the back yard, too?

Michael, did you mow the back yard?

No, I didn't get around to it.

You got too much else to do?

The ol' model airplane

you need to work on?

You need to do

a little more moping?

Why do you spend

so much time sulking, hmm?

You act as if, like...

Like what?

Michael, I can't take

any more of the attitude, okay?

Got a family to take care of.

Can you take care of Dylan

the way you took care of me?

What did you just say?

Excuse me,

I don't think I heard you!

Did you just say

that I don't take care of you?

What the hell

did you just say to me?

You think I don't take care of you?

You got shoes on your feet!

You had breakfast this morning!

What the hell

do you know about taking care of?

Dylan!

Dylan?

Dylan!

Hey, I'm not kidding around.

-God damn it!

-You said a really bad word!

I don't care.

You need to stop doing that sh*t.

-You keep saying bad words.

-You know what time it is?

-No.

-It's 11:
50.

What did I tell you?

I told you two hours.

-Can we still play?

-No, we can't play.

I'll be late for work now.

But you said that we'd play

after you got up.

You know what?

That was before you let me

fall asleep for the whole day!

-Why are you yelling at me?!

-I'm not yelling at you.

You are, too.

You keep getting mad at me.

Dylan, I'm not getting mad at you.

I'm trying to get ready for work.

I want to go outside!

I'm just going to be stuck here, and

I'll never be able to play outside!

-I want to play!

-All right, shut up! Get out of here!

You hate me.

You hate me!

Operator.

Yeah, uh, I want to

make a collect call, please.

Your name?

Michael.

Michael.

Michael...

Are you there?

What are you doing?

-Where are you?

-You called the cops on me.

-Why did you do that?

-Michael, I didn't.

-I didn't call for them.

-You called the f***ing cops on me.

Listen to me.

You know what's going to happen

if the police find me?

You know what they're going to do?

Michael, you have to listen to me.

What did you think was going to

happen when you called the police?

-I didn't call the cops!

-No, shut up! I trusted you!

Mike, Michael!

I'm making a life for myself!

I'm trying to make a life

for my brother!

I want, I want to help.

Just calm down.

No, I'm not going to calm down!

What the hell

did you think you were doing?

Please, you have to tell me

where you are.

I have to run away from here!

I have to leave here!

-No, no! Don't go anywhere!

-I don't want to leave. I love Carly.

-Michael, who's Carly?

-Stay out of my life!

Michael, listen to me.

I want to help you.

But I can't do that

if you don't tell me where you are.

You go to hell.

You go to f***ing hell.

You go to hell.

You tell my parents, if you see them,

I f***ing hate them.

Don't, no, Michael! Michael!

I f***ing hate them!

Michael!

Jesus Christ, what's going on?

The police came by the store.

They're looking for you.

Don't worry about it.

We didn't tell them anything.

What did you do?

-What did they say to you?

-Nothing. What did you do?

What the f*** is going on?

Michael, come on.

-Just talk to me, all right?

-I can't. I gotta go.

Come here. Stop it.

Michael, come on. It's all right.

Just get in the car, all right?

I'll take you wherever you want to go.

It's going to be fine.

You can trust me.

I don't care what you did.

Just get in the car.

Okay.

-Okay?

-Okay.

There's someone

I need you to meet.

Dylan?

-Dylan.

-Who are you looking for?

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