Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story Page #2

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- You f***ing stink.

- What?

You smell.

Like a dirty whore who

just got her ass f***ed.

- Really?

(tires screeching)

Are you f***ing kidding me?!

You stupid, f***ing ungrateful b*tch!

F*** you!

F*** you!

Once again, you f***ed us

out of our living situation!

Now I've gotta work double

time to pay for this sh*t!

You think that's okay?

Is that okay to you, you

stupid little b*tch?!

Idiot!

F***, damn it!

(Shara whimpering)

(sighing)

You hungry?

Hello?

Are you hungry?

- I don't care.

- Okay, you don't care.

Good.

- [Server] Here you go, thank you.

(crickets chirping)

- So you're not mad at me anymore?

Don't be mad at me.

You little piglet.

Here, eat your fries.

(laughing)

Your soggy fries.

- My favorite soggy fries.

- I know, I got them for you.

(Shara pig snorting)

(laughing)

Oh my gosh.

I know you don't see it,

but I'm doing all this for you.

- You're right.

I don't see it.

- Okay, feel this.

Stick those fries in

your mouth and feel that.

(laughing)

- Ew.

- I know, I don't wanna gross you out.

- What is that?

- Feel it.

- Mom, what is that?

Is that a scar?

- Mhmm.

This guy had me facedown

in a bed in a motel room

with a knife like this big.

Tried to cut my head off.

- What?

- Do you f***ing blame him though?

(laughing)

You probably wish he did.

(laughing)

Seriously.

Because of me,

you're gonna know how

to avoid f***ing sickos.

You're gonna know how to

make money the right way.

How to do this correctly and

not be taken advantage of.

You know?

I wish I had someone like

me when I first started.

You're so lucky.

You have no idea how lucky you are.

- How come you didn't

tell me this until now?

- I don't know.

Up until now, why would I?

It seems like you're

old enough now to know.

- I guess.

- Yeah.

Please get this sauce out of here

because if I stick my

finger in it one more time,

I'm gonna kill you, okay?

- Ew, I just did it.

- That's disgusting.

You're like a little piglet.

(laughing)

(gasping)

- Sh*t.

(chuckling)

Watch it!

- Relax, I wasn't gonna hit you, sh*t.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

Where you going?

- The beach.

- The beach?

Do you want a ride or something or what?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Be careful.

- Right.

(pleasant piano music)

(waves rushing)

It's pretty here.

- I guess.

I see it so much I don't

really think about it.

- Have you ever thought

about walking into the ocean?

Like, you start at the shore

and you just keep walking

until the water covers up your head

and you keep going

till you can't.

- And then what, you drown?

- You float away,

to a happier place.

- Yeah, I wish it was that easy.

- It's that easy for you.

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