VANish Page #3

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Oh, give me a break.

That was my mom's house.

I f***ing live in a dorm

and I work at Applebee's.

I like Applebee's.

Hey, man, can you take

a right, right here?

OK.

So, I may have

added you as a friend,

but that doesn't

explain the address.

There's GPS data embedded

in any photo you take

from your cell phone.

I extracted that data from

the pictures you uploaded.

Sh*t.

Kind of makes you think twice

about bragging about

girls' night out, huh?

Uh...

Go ahead. Pull in that

driveway right there.

Are you f***ing oblivious?

Jasmine?

What the...

What are you doing?

Stop.

Come on.

You don't have to do this.

I called you three

f***ing hours ago

to come get your sh*t.

Don't... well...

You know what?

- I had something important to do...

- Where have you been?

Do you not think that that

I have something to do

- with my f***ing day, huh? Huh?

- Oh, come on, Jasmine.

- Oh, Shane is here? Hi, Shane, how are you?

- Please, Shane, don't

- How lovely of you to join us.

- bother her.

Is that loser Max in there, too?

You couldn't even

f***ing text me

to f***ing let me know

what you were doing...

What?

- I have an idea...

- Come on.

Why don't you and your dumbass

friends move in together

so you can play circle jerk

while you play

Call of Duty all f***ing day.

Don't mind her.

She doesn't mean it.

She's just out of

her mind right now.

Let go of my f***ing hand, Jack.

What are you doing?

I'm just... Oh, just...

I'm trying to watch that

crazy b*tch out there,

that's... that's it, OK?

- Uh-huh, is that what you're doing?

- That's it.

I know what you're

trying to do, all right?

Do not f*** with me.

Hey, hey, what are

you doing to her?

I'm telling Jack.

You mind your f***ing business.

And you, who was

that guy back there

at that f***ing house, huh?

The guy that swung

for the fences?

Is that your boyfriend?

Is that your f*** buddy?

I mean, he really looked

all heroic over there, you know?

And I was thinking

I'm willing to bet

that your naked body

was the last thing

that went through his mind.

I mean, well,

other than that baseball bat.

You're going to pay.

No, I'm going to collect.

You are going to pay.

Uppity b*tches like you

who look down on me

my whole f***ing life.

You're the one

that's going to pay.

Oh.

What happened?

Your crazy friend

was talking sh*t.

He was scaring the poor girl.

Your job is to watch her,

not to harass her,

not to talk to her,

not to touch her.

Understood?

Yeah, yeah, I got that, OK?

But I'm sitting here

and you're doing this

Days of Our Lives scene

out in the f***ing neighborhood.

She tried to move to the door.

Take the tape off her wrist.

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