Thirteen Page #6

So, Evie...

we'll bring your suitcase

over later, okay?

So you're not gonna adopt me, Mel?

Evie, I mean...

Brooke's back, so--

Hi.

Hey, Trace.

Hey, girlies.

Astrid, Medina.

Hey, baby!

Ladies!

Let's go, ladies!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Evie. Evie, that was

hilarious. Now come pick me up.

It's Tracy.

Ev-- Can you hear me?

Mason, would you hurry it up?

- Just a minute!

- God, are you jacking off in there?

- F*** off.

- Tracy, I'm with a client. Work mode.

Mom, I told you

that I was having a bad day.

I can't f***ing wait

till you move to Dad's.

What the hell did you say?

Nothing. It's just something I heard

Mom and Dad talking about, okay?

Forget it.

Hang on a minute!

- Hey, Tracy.

- Okay. Hang on!

- You's nasty.

- Yvette.

- I heard that you got used.

- What? By who?

By Conrad, on the stairs

at Nona's party.

Sh*t never happened,

but believe whatever the f*** you want.

That's not what Evie said.

You f***ing lying?

- You better not ever touch me again.

- Hey!

- Stop!

- This sh*t ain't over.

Stop it!

Hey, come back here!

You've made "F's"

on your last three tests...

and you haven't turned in

any homework.

On that basis alone,

you're gonna fail.

You'll be held back

in seventh grade.

What?

- They can hold me back?

- Yes, they can hold you back.

Tracy, your name was brought up

in impact group today.

Evie Zamora turned in your fake I.D....

and then there's the matter

of cheating in your math class.

You were one

of my best students.

Your poem at the beginning of the year

was incredible.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Tracy.

Your mom sent me to pick you up.

What's going on? I'm supposed

to be studying at Yumi's house.

I don't think so.

Come on. Hop in.

You'll be okay.

Hey, Evie.

Brooke.

You healed up great.

Sit down.

- I have to go to the bathroom.

- Leave your purse.

Fine.

- Tracy.

- What the hell?

They found my stash,

and I had to tell them.

I love you, okay?

You're my girl.

Remember that.

I love you.

Come on. Let's go.

- Tracy.

- What?

None of that sh*t's mine.

We found it.

What? Speak up, Mama,

'cause I can't hear you!

Do not talk to your mother

like that.

She said, we found it

stashed around your bedroom...

all your little hiding spots.

Jesus, Evie.

- I had to. You don't get it.

- Oh, no, I get it.

Who the f*** do you think you are,

going in my room?

You're lucky I got there

before the cops did, honey.

Hey, I'm just trying

to help you, sweetie.

How do you explain

$860 in your purse?

What do you expect me

to say, Mom?

We jacked it, okay?

It's not like your broke ass

ever has any money to give me.

Mom, when Brady went

to the halfway house...

what happened to

our phone, our cable?

You didn't even know how

to pay the bills.

It's no wonder Dad

didn't want to be with you!

You didn't even finish high school!

We don't have extra stuff, but we're

doing okay. You know we're doing okay.

You don't have to steal.

Mom, you knew what was going on!

You're not that dumb, are you?

I didn't know it went that far!

Oh, God!

We'll be moving up to Ojai,

so you won't be seeing Evie again.

Ever.

You're really cruel, Tracy.

I mean, I'm sure you can be

a sweet kid when you want to...

but right now you're

a really bad influence.

I mean, you cheat,

you lie, you steal.

Oh, my God!

Are you kidding me?

Where do you think I learned

all this sh*t from?

Tracy was playing Barbies

before she met Evie.

Did she teach you how to beat

the crap out of her as well?

- I've seen the bruises.

- What the hell did you tell her, Evie?

Come here.

What about this?

- What the f***? We were just goofing.

- Tracy didn't hit her.

- Yes, she did!

- I don't believe this! She hit me too!

- And look at this, Mel.

- Don't you dare! No! Please!

- Get your hands off her.

- See? She cuts.

It's none of your business,

you f***ing Frankenstein!

Oh, no, this child is my business,

you little c*nt.

That's enough.

You need to get out.

- Honey, come on.

- Get out!

Who would want to be

in this sh*t hole anyway?

It f***ing stinks in here, Mel!

Oh, no, Mom!

Get off of me. I hate you!

Stop!

I love you and your brother

more than anything in the world...

and I'll die for you, but I won't

leave you alone right now.

Mason said you wanted me

to move in with Dad!

You don't want me!

You don't want me!

I want your dad

to be in your life more.

I want you here with me.

You're my heart.

I'll make it right.

It can never be right.

Get off me. No.

Get off. Mom, please!

Don't hold me! Don't!

Stop!

Mom, don't!

Don't! Please.

No. No.

No. God.

Stop.

Stop.

Mom.

Mom.

Don't.

Oh, God.

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