The Girl Is in Trouble Page #4

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Then they started to argue.

Arguing about what?

Arguing about

who's going to f*** me first.

I freaked out!

I ran, I hid in the closet.

All I remember,

I was holding my camera

watching Jsus getting murdered.

I wanted to help him but I knew

I'm gonna get killed next.

So I ran out, I called all

the numbers in my phone.

I don't know why, out of all the

people, it had to be you!

This is my f***ing life.

Sh*t always happens to me,

but no...

No, not this time.

If you need help,

you need to go to the cops.

No! I can't go to the police,

I don't trust the police!

By the way,

that guy is f***ing nuts!

And he said his father

is powerful and rich!

You said

you know this Nicholas, right?

Yeah, yeah...

He's a f***er,

I'd have a job right now

if it wasn't for him.

He is a f***er.

August, we have the phone

and the video.

And he might want it...

He might even need it back.

OK?

Why don't you talk to him?

What do you mean "talk to him"?

Signe?

What do you mean "talk to him"?

What I mean is,

you seem like you need help.

So you either kick me out,

or you talk to him,

and we all get

what we really need.

- F***ing Christ.

- August.

I need some air and some food.

Hey...

How do I know you won't

just walk out and turn me in?

You don't.

If Angel came to talk to me,

that means he's talked

to everyone else on the block.

You're probably already f***ed.

If he finds out I hid you here,

I'm f***ed.

If he finds out I lied about

his brother, I'm super-f***ed!

So as far as I'm concerned,

your sense of security doesn't

mean sh*t to me right now.

I didn't trust her.

What were the odds our fates

would cross this way?

That lead me to how

my money trouble started.

The guy's a better quarterback

his brother Patton.

Do you even watch football?

No, I think

he's better quarterback.

F***ing retard...

If was just community service I

got for sucker-punching a yuppie,

it would have been one thing.

It was a civil settlement that

really screwed me over.

Motherf***er!

I don't usually go Mohammed Ali

over stuff like that.

But that night I was

totally hammered

cause I was still upset by what

happened earlier that day.

Yo, where you at?

I just parked on Ave C.

Hurry up!

What's going on, B?

You know these windows

are illegally tinted, right?

Officer, I've been driving

for a year like this...

License, registration

and get out of the car.

Bingo.

Whoops.

Sugar for your coffee?

Turn around,

put your hands behind you back.

Jesus and I barely spoke

since his arrest.

Felt so guilty that

he got busted and I went free,

I got trashed just to get it

out of my head.

That lead

to punching the yuppie,

as the more I got wasted,

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