Dread Page #4

- They're pretty, huh?

- Yeah, they're pretty,

just like their sister.

Should we get started?

You know, I can vividly remember

my first day at kindergarten.

I was wearing a light blue dress,

and I was there no more than 10 minutes

before some boy asked me

what was wrong with my face.

That was the first time I realized

I had something to be ashamed of.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Stephen, you're supposed

to be impartial, remember?

Yeah.

Listen, I could have a lot worse

than a birthmark covering my body.

But that's kind of hard to swallow whenever

I have to look in the mirror to fix my hair.

Or when I look at my sisters.

What that boy asked me

when I was five years old

is what people want to ask me

every day of my life.

And every time I have to meet someone

for the first time,

I'll always be that 5-year-old girl again.

I'm so sorry

you have to go through that, Abby.

Can I show you something?

Something that it takes a lot for me to do.

Something that I don't show many people.

Abby.

Abby, I can't.

Why?

My heart is somewhere else right now.

What does that even mean?

Abby.

Just go.

- Abby...

- Please, just go.

Will you just go pick up the camera?

You don't need to talk to her.

- Why didn't you just f*** her?

- Because I don't feel that way about her.

You're afraid Cheryl will find out.

- That has nothing to do with it.

- So, I can show her the tape, huh?

Can you just cut me a break?

Look,

Cheryl carries a lot of baggage,

and I don't wanna see you get hurt,

not to mention I don't like you

pissing in the well, but...

Quaid, it's a school project, okay?

It's not like we're curing cancer.

Is that all this is to you, Stephen,

a school project?

You know what I mean.

- We're friends, right?

- Right.

Right, so, of course I'm going to help you.

I'll get the camera, I'll toss the tape,

- after I've watched it.

- Thank you.

- Anything else?

- Yeah.

- I'm taking the car tomorrow.

- Good for you.

Look, I know you thought it was gonna be

some great cathartic challenge for me,

but it is just a car, Quaid.

Yeah, I know. It's just a car,

when you're trying

to get into a girl's pants.

Shut the f*** up.

- Do you want the tape?

- No.

- You are sexy, you know.

- No, I'm not.

Why?

Sexy is all kinds of things. It's...

It's short dress and high heels.

It's... It's morning breath and messy hair.

It's covered in dirt

from cleaning out the garage all day. It's...

It's a winter coat

that hides everything but this.

Sexy is unique.

So,

you wanna stop feeling sorry for yourself?

Will you paint me?

Will you paint me normal?

Hey.

- You're a f***ing psycho.

- No, you!

Go down on me. Please.

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