Gas, Food Lodging Page #4

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They are in my drawer.

Mom, do you want

blankets and sheets, too?

- Of course.

- Would you move? I'm gonna be late.

Who used all the tampons

and didn't buy a new box?

Not me.

I'm the dominant female in this house.

You're both following my cycle.

You get your period first. You're all bad.

I bought some. They're under the sink.

- What's this?

- Give it! That's mine!

- Birth control pills?

- You b*tch! I'm gonna tell Mom.

- I'm gonna tell Mommy!

- Just give it back!

- You jerk! Stop laughing!

- I'm not.

- Why did you hit her?

- I didn't. She fell.

- Not till she pushed me.

- She kicked me.

I can always depend on you

to cause trouble.

Big baby.

- Is this the only size you have?

- That's it, hon.

- How much is it?

- $2.25 and tax.

Bummer. I have $2.

How much you need?

Just $0.30.

Take it.

I can pay you back. My mom's just in there.

No sweat.

John's a big spender. Ladies' man.

Too young for you, John.

Thanks. I'll be right back with your change.

- Don't worry about it.

- Thanks.

So, where's this go, Sadie?

Mom used to say that the easiest place

to meet a guy was a bar.

To me, this sounded crazy.

Then one night, I saw him.

The one I'd been looking for.

It was like he walked

straight out of an Elvia Rivero movie.

I could tell he was no loser.

He had on the clothes of a teamster

and boots from Spain...

or at least El Paso.

He was the one, beyond a doubt.

I just have to get him and my mom together.

- I was hoping it was you.

- Let's go.

F*** them!

- Am I taking you home?

- Can I go with you?

I'll be working. And it's dangerous.

You're not really dressed for it.

I could wait in the Jeep for you. I'll be okay.

Okay. I won't be long.

I don't like this sh*t.

- Dank?

- Careful.

Walk to me, slowly.

You dropped these.

Thank you.

- I always thought there was nothing here.

- Nothing here?

There's so much.

Look at this.

And these.

There's something I've got to tell you.

Do you want to hear it?

- Is it going to upset me?

- No.

Is it going to make me sick?

- Is it going to make me kill someone?

- No.

All right, then.

I mess around with guys a lot.

I guess I'm one of those girls with a rep.

I never wanted to do it, but I do.

I even make all the first moves.

But I've been thinking about it a lot lately

and thinking about...

why I can't say no...

and why I always have to do it.

And I think it's because of my first time.

These guys just did what they wanted.

What are you saying?

They pulled a train on me.

They gang-banged me.

I didn't report it. Are you crazy?

Let the whole town know about it?

I never told anyone. Not even my mom.

I knew their names.

Two of them were brothers...

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