Girl on the Edge

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I just remember, um...

the light through the crack under the door

and I remember asking my mom,

you know, can I come out now?

And then I smelled smoke so I,

you know, ran out to find her

And then I smelled smoke so I,

you know, ran out to find her

and then I heard this noise coming

from her bedroom like she was crying,

but also like there was

someone crying with her.

And, uh... you know, I was... oh, God,

I was only like five years old so,

of course, I started crying, too,

but I couldn't see anything.

I just started... just... just banging on

the glass and then my mom showed up

and she swung open the door and

she was standing there naked.

and she swung open the door and

she was standing there naked.

And all of a sudden I was up in the air and

her nails were just digging into my arms

and she was screaming at me and

she was screaming at me so loud.

And her eyes, God... her eyes were just...

just black.

I don't know

what to do. I'm scared.

Who else has seen them? No. How am I

supposed to know who posted them?

I don't even remember taking them. Yes, of

course. Of course I've been trying to reach him.

I've been trying to reach him all week. Yeah, I'm

sure. I know that he didn't post them, okay?

His phone must have been hacked or...

okay, do not tell me to chill out.

His phone must have been hacked or...

okay, do not tell me to chill out.

How would you feel if your naked pictures

got leaked all over the internet?

Yeah, that's your

answer for everything.

Besides, smoking that sh*t

makes me even more paranoid.

All I really need right now is something

to just help me forget about all of this.

- Jake?

- Hmm?

- Hey, Jake, honey, wake up.

- -What?

- Hannah's not here.

- What time is it?

It's eleven forty-five.

Okay, uh... okay, uh...

give me the phone.

No, sweetie. When I went into her

room to check on her I found this.

- What are they?

- They're pills. Does it matter? I mean, does it matter?

Well, of course they do. I mean,

it could be...

Adderall or Ritalin, you know, how they

sell these to their friends during finals

- for tests, I... I saw that on some...

- Are you really rationalizing this?

- for tests, I... I saw that on some...

- Are you really rationalizing this?

I'm not rationalizing anything. I... I just

think we need to think clearly about this.

- Sweetie, you know what would make me feel a lot better?

- -What?

Is if you'd just admit it, that you don't

know what to do about this. Neither of us do.

Come on.

It started with booze, then it's weed, and now it's pills.

Are you not worried? This is your

daughter we're talking about.

Aren't you worried? I'm worried.

Okay, you just woke me

up, all right? Give me a minute.

All right.

Well, how many times do we need to have this conversation?

We can't just assume the worst, all right?

We... we need to talk to her about this.

We can't just assume the worst, all right?

We... we need to talk to her about this.

- Talk to her about it?

- Yeah.

Yeah, because that worked so

well with her junkie mom.

Oh, come on. Anne, look.

No, you look.

Hannah's not an addict, she's self-medicating.

This goes deeper than drugs.

She needs real help and we're over our heads.

Hey, it's almost

six-forty. Let's get going.

Morning. You had us worried last night.

Twelve fifteen.

That's not what we agreed to.

Yeah, that wasn't my fault. Ashley's

sister was late to pick us up.

She had a date.

Must have been a hot date.

Must have been a hot date.

Goodbye! Love you, too.

Why do you even bother, Jake?

Force of habit.

What was her excuse this time?

- Ashley's sister was late. She had a big date.

- Mmm.

- Ashley's sister was late. She had a big date.

- Mmm.

Hey, you hungry?

Made breakfast.

No, thanks.

Well, I am starving.

Hey, um... is

Tommy working today?

- Tommy who?

- Tommy Miller.

He hasn't worked

here in a month.

Oh. Um... all right, well, do

you know where I can find him?

It's kind of important.

Look, I hired Tommy

because he has good weed

and his face brought in pretty

girls like you, but you know what?

You kids don't buy anything.

All right, I'm just asking for help.

You don't have to be rude about it.

Rude? You want to

know what's rude?

Rude? You want to

know what's rude?

Flirting with my employees while you're

holding up the line for serious collectors.

This is a vinyl store,

okay? We sell vinyl here.

Not the kind they use to make purses. So unless

you've got a Stratocaster in that backpack

right there that you want to pawn off, I

suggest you go home and stick to downloading

your shitty music off of iTunes.

All right, look, can you just give

me his email address or something?

Please? I really need to

talk to him.

I thought you actually

knew this kid. Ah, sh*t.

Terrific. What are you? Another f***ing

groupie? What do I look like? His manager?

Terrific. What are you? Another f***ing

groupie? What do I look like? His manager?

All right, you

know what? Forget it.

Watch where you're going, idiot.

Hey! Don't

come back here!

What?

We need to talk.

Okay, well... I'm doing

homework.

Hannah, please close your

computer.

Why?

Why?

Ow. What? Okay, what

is going on?

We talked to Ashley's mom today.

When exactly were you going to tell us about

the naked photos of you on the web, Hannah?

How many times have we told you?

When something goes online,

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