Cleveland Abduction Page #3

One, two, three, and...

I wish I didn't

have to hurt you.

But I can't help it.

I got molested...

by someone who was supposed

to be watching out for me.

And nobody did nothing about it.

Hey, hey.

It's okay.

I'm sorry that you

had to suffer like that.

You know that

because you was hurt,

doesn't mean you have

to hurt people back, you know.

Imagine if someone was

doing this to your daughter.

Hmm?

You know, if you

let me go right now,

I would never tell anybody.

I would just say I got

in, like, an accident

and passed out, and...

And I swear to you,

it's...it's what I would say.

Well...

That sounds like

a really good idea.

I got me a real

little sharp one here, huh?

Yeah.

When do you feel

like doing this?

Right now,

right this second?

- What?

- Come on.

Come on, girl.

Get up.

I can't,

can't walk very well.

Well, then I reckon

I'm gonna have to carry

your sweet little ass.

Thank you.

Whoo, this is a good idea!

Where are you going?

Are you stupid enough to think

that I was gonna let you

out of here that easy?

What?

But after everything

you said to me!

Please!

You have to let me go!

Maybe I'll let you go,

maybe not.

Maybe I'll let you go

at Christmas.

No!

jingle bells

jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh

Hey

It's Santa Claus...

with a present for guess who.

Ah.

Ah.

Okay.

Hey, there's rules with TV,

just like there's rules

with everything else.

Actually, just...

one rule.

Can you guess what it is?

No, I'm sure

you're gonna tell me.

No...

no blacks!

No African-Americans,

or I'll take it away!

Do it again.

Just sing?

Sing it again.

Living all alone

In the corners

of my mind

Hoping and praying

and wishing

To see you one more time

To see you one more time

To see you one more time

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

You wrote that?

That's beautiful.

You think you could

write something for me?

I could bring it in,

and then I could

play lead on it.

It would be

really good for me.

Well, I already

wrote you something.

You already did?

Want to see it?

Sure.

I titled it Concrete.

Concrete.

"Now I lay here

on the floor,

"shivering and ashamed,

"because no one

truly loves me

or cares about me."

This is about you,

not me.

Yeah?

I wouldn't be so sure.

What are you

talking about?

You're in prison,

and it's worse than me,

'cause the prison is you.

You know what?

You're stupider

than I thought.

I mean, aren't you

cold yet and shivering

'cause nobody

cares about you?

You shut the hell up!

Shut up!

Ariel?

Hey, come on, let's go.

Hey, hermano.

Ariel.

Hola.

Hey, Dad.

Hi.

Thanks for bringing

them by.

They've been dying

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