Tormented Page #5

- But, sir, I...

- You've disappointed me a little bit, son.

Now, go and get changed and

come and see me after practice, OK?

- I saw him, sir.

- I'm disappointed in you a little bit. Go.

Go.

I see dead people. I see dead people.

All right, lads, give me the ball.

- I couldn't do anything.

- I want a word with you.

- You've got to come.

- I understand.

- She's face down.

- I understand.

- Please come with me.

- She's probably swimming. Swimming.

'You're a dumb f***.

' You're a dumb f***.

' You're a dumb f***. '

If someone's dicking me about...

Agh! Agh!

Agh! Oh!

You f***er!

Agh!

Die!

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Agh! Come on, come on!

Come on.

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Oh...

Oh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Oh, crap.

So which do you fancy? Keira in

'Atonement' or Keira in 'Doctor Zhivago'?

Emily! Emily! He's trying to rape you!

- Get off her, you pig!

- Agh! Agh! Agh!

The boys in this school

are so disgusting.

- Mullet said he was going to kill them.

- We did treat him like sh*t.

It's not Darren Mullet. For f***'s sake,

am I the only one who can see this?

You said you didn't do anything.

Nice one, Alex.

You got her to believe that?

I'm proud of you, bro.

- Juss, I can explain it.

- What did that poor boy ever do to you?

You wanna know why we picked on him?

We were bored. He was a spaz.

You do the math.

- I'm so glad I'm not like you.

- Suck my cock, you prissy b*tch.

You look down your nose at everyone

but you spread your legs

just like the rest of us.

- Come on.

- Get your hands off me, you slut!

- Bradley, give me a hand!

- None of my business, bro.

Bradley, will you do something?

This isn't over! You're dead!

We're all dead! He's gonna kill us!

He's dead, OK?

He's f***ing dead!

And I'm gonna prove it.

- Yeah, right. How you gonna do that?

- I'm gonna dig that f***er up.

Bradley! For f***'s sake.

Bradley?

All right, Mullet, you fat f***,

let's take a look at you.

Justine.

I want to see this website.

All the harmless fun and games you had.

- You don't want to see it.

- Alex, I really do.

'Now, here we see the lesser

spotted Mullet at feeding time. '

'Mullet! Mullet! '

'Mullet, come on. '

'Get the fat boy! '

'Come on! '

'Come on!

Fight back, Mullet, fight back. Come on.

'Come on. '

Please turn it off.

'Did you get that? Are you getting that? '

'OK, now we need to be very quiet

'because we are here to observe

the courtship rituals of the Mullet.

'Ooh, the Mullet has fallen

for a very rare species.

'Head girlus, frigidus bitchus.

Now, let's see what happens. '

'Come on, big boy. This way.

'Go on, you can do it.

'Oh, he stinks. '

Get off me, you creep.

What's wrong with you?

- What are you doing?

- I'm so sorry, Justine.

- No, it's OK. It's no one.

- Darren, mate, what are you playing at?

That's the Head Girl.

You can look but nobody...

I can't believe

I'm actually going to Oxford.

- This is disgusting. Eugh.

- Eugh.

- Oh, I haven't got it.

- Ah, diddums. Baby gonna cry?

Do you know what? It's so cute when

guys can really show their emotions.

I don't know. You'd better ask Helen.

- Justine, please help me!

- I did just get into Oxford.

Justine, make...

make them give it back to me. Please.

- I'm on the phone. Leave me alone.

- Come on, Darren.

'Darren, look. '

'Breathe, breathe. '

I don't want you in my house any more.

- Juss, I'm not like them, OK?

- No, you're so much worse.

At least Bradley's honest

about who he is.

You don't understand! Nobody ever says

no to Bradley. I didn't have a choice.

Don't you dare touch me!

Just get out of my house!

- Let me explain!

- Alex, get out!

- No, let me explain!

- Get out of my house!

Whoopsy.

Bradley, come on. Shall we just go?

'Cause it's gonna take you hours

to get down to his coffin

and this is a total dick dance.

Why the f*** did Marcus have to die?

And Sophie. And f***ing everyone!

Bradley. Hey.

Come on, Brad.

Why is... why is this happening to us?

You tell me why this is

f***ing happening to us!

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

Hey. Come here, come here.

Look at you.

Come here.

F*** Darren Mullet.

OK?

Hm. Come here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, Bradley.

Oh.

Get it in.

F***...

Yeah.

Bradley.

Bradley! Bradley!

Bradley, it's... it's Darren Mullet!

Bradley, it's f***ing Darren Mullet!

Bradley!

Agh!

Sh*t!

No!

Tasha.

Tasha.

Tasha.

Tasha. Don't leave me.

F***.

Look.

Look, I'm really... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We shouldn't...

We were just joking around.

And anyway, it was the others

that didn't like you, not me.

I always... I always liked you.

Actually, I kind of...

I kind of fancied you.

I... I wanted to go out with you

but... but I was too scared to ask

and that... that's the truth, OK?

I would have gone out with you...

and... and...

and maybe...

maybe it's not too late!

- Now, that's interesting.

- Guv, I think you should see this.

- What you got?

- A condom. A full one.

- At least he got his rocks off.

- No, Guv.

It's full of his dick.

F***ing spiders, look at that.

...Justine...

Jason.

I came to say I'm sorry.

I saw Darren being bullied

and I didn't do anything to help him.

And I'm starting to think

that maybe it was my fault.

It wasn't you.

It... it was me.

I was the one

that told them he fancied you.

I didn't want them to start on me,

so I set him up. Some friend, huh?

Well, I'm going to go and see the Head.

Tell him what happened to Darren.

It's not going to bring him back.

I need to talk to you.

I don't think we have

anything to discuss.

Look, Alexis turned out to be...

I hate to say I told you so.

Please, Helena.

I need a friend.

Well, you're in luck.

- Do you know where Tasha is?

- No, I don't care.

I've been calling her all morning.

Your friend practically pulled my ear off.

- I'm so sorry.

- You were my best friend.

Justine, it's OK,

Tasha wants to meet me in the art room.

What? I've just...

I've just come from there.

Look, I haven't changed,

I'm still the same old Justine.

Maybe that's the problem. The only

person you care about is yourself.

- That's not fair.

- It's not, is it?

Emily.

I'm sorry, Darren. I know I let you down.

I'm so sorry, I was just so scared.

- We found it by the bodies.

- I dare say there is an explanation.

We think it got ripped off in the struggle.

Tash?

Where are you?

That doesn't look like me.

Justine.

Come here.

- What's that for?

- I need it to protect us.

- Protect us from what?

- From Mullet.

You're scaring me.

- Bradley and Tasha, they're both dead.

- No, they're not.

They're in pieces, Justine.

He's cut them into bits.

Stop it. They're not dead.

- Tasha's in the art room.

- You saw her?

No, well, she sent Kally a text

telling her to meet her there.

- Where are you going?

- To kill Darren Mullet.

What did I ever do to you?

'Fight, fight, fight! Fight, fight, fight!

'Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight, fight, fight! '

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