Dorothy Mills Page #3

She was always different.

Did you ever think

she might be dangerous?

She never laid a hand on that baby.

She swore to me she didn't,

and I believe her.

Why do you want to help me?

Because I've heard

you talk and...

I don't think you're here to help me.

I am here to help you.

I think I can help you, Dorothy.

You know why?

Because it's my gift.

You're good at painting,

and I'm good at listening

and understanding.

I can see why you like this place.

It's beautiful.

My mother used to bring me here

when I was little.

We had this game

where we pretended to fly.

I always wanted to fly.

Suppose you could fly.

Where would you go?

Nowhere.

I'd just fly.

I'd never land.

I'd fly as far as I could

until my last breath...

and then fall.

And everything would be over.

Don't be shy, boy.

Hey.

Hey, Paul,

that son of yours won't take a drink.

Go on, Jakey.

The Pastor's not here.

You're a man now, Jakey.

Uhh...

The love of the Lord Jesus

is as the ocean, vast and endless.

We see it lap upon our shore.

But know that it

laps on every shore.

The Lord sees all and knows all...

the righteous and the sinner,

the guilty and the blameless.

Morning.

We had an appointment.

Do you remember?

I'm sorry.

I had to take Dorothy

to the police station to sign the register.

She's ready for you now.

Hi, Dorothy.

Do you want to come for a walk with me?

I'll take you back to your aunt afterwards.

I want to stay with my auntie.

Come on, child.

Come out.

Do as you're told, child.

That's a girl.

Your aunt is really nice

with you, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

She's looking after me

until Mommy comes back.

Where is your mommy?

She's out on the sea, sailing.

She'll soon be back

to pick up her little Mimi

and give her a pretty dress.

M-Mimi?

How old are you?

Ain't she gorgeous?

So if you are Mimi,

where has Dorothy gone?

She hasn't gone.

She's asleep.

Asleep?

Yes.

In here. Right inside.

Dorothy is asleep inside of you?

You know what?

When her mother died,

I had to go to the funeral

because Dorothy was sleeping.

They don't let her out much.

Who doesn't let her out?

The others.

Who are they?

I'm not allowed to tell.

Why don't they let her out?

Because she always

tries to kill herself.

Do you think my hair is pretty?

Do you like it?

It's a gift. You can keep it on.

Oh, thank you!

Tear that b*tch's dress!

Tear that b*tch's dress!

Dorothy!

Trash it to ribbons!

- Mimi!

- Shut your mouth, you little b*tch!

Aah! B*tch!

Who are you?

Talk to me.

F*** off! Ugh!

F*** off, slag!

I'll kick your f***in'...

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy, where are you?

Mommy, help me.

Help me.

Shh.

Shh. It's over.

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