Slaughter Page #3

On the house.

Don't wait up.

Lola!

Please...

I won't tell anyone.

I won't tell anyone about anything.

Faith!

We gotta get outta here.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

No.

Erase all my past sins.

No!

Oh, no.

Come on.

Why are you doing this?

Please.

I don't understand.

You ever wish you

were someone else, Faith?

Fortunately, it's not as easy

as just randomly reinventing yourself.

Not when the sins

you're trying to escape from

are hidden at the bottom of the lake.

Please.

This will help the pain.

Please.

Close your eyes.

- Please don't do it...

- Close your damn eyes.

Lola, look at me.

Stay still.

Be still and shut the hell up.

F***in' pigs' teeth

were easier than this sh*t.

Why is she doing this?

She helped you kill them?

All of them?

I'm no killer.

I just created one.

And why do you suppose that is?

Go on.

Why do you suppose a father

would clean up after

his daughter like that?

Why would he get rid of the bodies

and the cars,

and never once,

not once ever question why she...

Except maybe to slap her around a bit

and call her a slut.

Go on, old man.

You tell her.

Tell her how you blame yourself

for the way I turned out.

Funny, you seemed to be moved

by his remorse.

Moved for his covering up

for me like he does.

And hey, not many fathers would do that.

Right?

Somehow, though,

I'm just not moved.

It's all lost on me for some reason.

Please, I'm begging you.

Don't worry.

This is gonna hurt me

a lot more than it's gonna hurt you.

How old were you when you got

your cherry popped, Faith?

The fear of reckoning.

Him and I and the slaughter days.

I try to stay somewhere else,

and he won't let me.

The weak... become strong.

And sins wipe away. We had to do it.

All right, that summer

when I was ten...

Did you know

today was my birthday?

Happy f***in' birthday...

to me.

Nasty, huh?

That's what a 12 gauge can do.

Loaded with a doubled-up buckshot

and fired at point-blank range.

And just the right angle.

Can't even tell

what the person ever looked like.

Only way to know who he ever was

is by the teeth.

That is, if they can find any.

See, all the front ones

were disintegrated

by the initial blast.

There were nothing

but the remnants of a few molars.

And if you ain't got them,

well then, you're sh*t outta luck.

'Cause then, they can't

tell who you ever was.

Yeah, just one clean tooth.

That's all they need

to make a positive I.D.

No.

B*tch!

Decatur Rape Crisis Center.

He's done it again.

Okay, just calm down. Who has?

My father.

He said he'd kill me,

kill our whole family

- if I ever told.

- Calm down.

Just calm down, okay?

You're gonna be all right.

What's your name?

Lola. Lola Amery.

Are you in a safe place

right now? Where are you?

You know what the cops will think?

They're gonna think

a sick perv committed suicide.

Before he did,

he ran into the house,

and you shot gunned your two boys

as they slept in their beds.

Then...

you raped

and shot your own daughter

in her sweet little face.

Then... Well, then...

you tried to set fire to the place

before hanging yourself.

'Cause you could hardly

leave that locker

laying around for

the world to know about.

Although something tells me

they're gonna find a

few of those pictures

laying right next

to the charred remains

of poor little Lola.

This is what it must have felt...

This is exactly what Mom must have felt.

You want to see?

Please.

Hey, Faith.

You wanna know something?

That part, in the club last night,

when you offered to take me with you...

the kiss...

I meant that, all of it.

That was for real.

The rest, though...

Well, turns out I do got talent

in something after all.

Hold still. Hold still.

- What the f*** is this place?

- Let's get outta here!

Move it! We gotta call the cops!

Quick, run! Run!

Keep running!

Come on, come on!

Start the car.

It's locked. Open it. Open the door.

Where is it?

My car's around here somewhere.

I'll go get my keys from inside.

- Come on! Start it!

- Where is my car...

All I wanted to do was talk, Faith.

Now look at what you're

making me f***ing do here.

Faith, I am so sorry. He forced me.

He made me tell.

- You have to help me.

- Yeah, I'll help ya.

Just as soon as you f***in'...

What the f*** happened to you?

We have to go.

We have to go right now!

Okay, okay.

And 2...

Jimmy, just call the cops.

Please, just call the police.

Shut up. Just shut the f*** up.

I need to figure out

what the f*** is happening here.

I mean, Christ...

Get a call from this b*tch here,

from Faith's cell,

telling me her new number,

where she lives in Atlanta.

So I call.

I go, and she ain't there.

I gotta go and smack Cathy around

to find out where the f***

she actually went to.

And I finally get here...

Christ, a dead old hanging dude.

Hatchet Sally.

My girl here's got no teeth.

The f*** kind of

f***ed-up party was this?

Who did that to her?

Did you f***in' do that to her?

For God's sakes, Jimmy,

just call the police already!

Where the f*** are you going?

Get your ass back in that seat.

- F*** you, Jimmy.

- God damn it, Faith.

All I wanna do is know

what the f*** happened to you.

Start talking, c*nt.

What the f*** happened to my girl?

What? You like it rough like that?

Well, come on now.

You know I'm getting real tired

of cleaning up after your ass.

Just wait till Daddy hears about this.

What the hell?

No, please, please.

No, no.

I heard a gun.

Come on.

We have to hide.

No, wait. Come here.

Come on.

In here.

That my sister, ain't it?

This is because of those photos

that Dad took.

No.

What are you doing up?

One of them got loose.

I found him, now. He's okay.

Why do you got that gun, Lola?

Go to bed.

I'll be to check on you in a sec.

Lola, what are you

gonna do with that gun?

Go to sleep.

No!

Faith?

Cort?

Oh. Oh, God, are you okay?

I want you to go out the back way.

Just up the road is my truck.

It's off to the side.

I want you to get in it,

wait there for me.

Can you do that?

Please, don't hurt her.

You know,

I knew it from the first

moment I saw you.

You were the one.

Hell, Faith,

not only were you the right look,

you were vulnerable.

Everything about you just screamed

"Take advantage of me."

You've done nothing

but run and hide, Faith.

So, in a way,

you actually kinda

brought this on yourself.

How many of them did you f***

before you strangled them?

You know, I knew

from the first moment I saw you, too.

You're nothing more than a cheap whore!

Later, Faith.

You're no better than me, Faith.

We've both been f***ed over.

The only difference is I fought back.

Those men, they deserve

what they got.

They knew how old I was.

So f*** them.

Admit it, Faith.

How many times

did you wish Jimmy would die?

How many times

did you lay awake at night

secretly hoping that

he would just drop dead?

Well, you tell me,

how does that make us different?

You're out of bullets.

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