Gracie's Choice Page #3

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- What?

- Well, come on.

I'm not gonna bite.

Where's my mom?

She passed out in the bedroom.

Come over here. I just wanna talk.

Kids have had a hard time.

I can see that.

Your mom, she drinks too much.

I just... I just wanna be a friend.

I'm gonna be living here now.

Good luck.

You're a smart girl.

I could tell that right off.

The whole bunch depends on you.

I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

Hey, little girl, I know.

I know how hard it is for you.

There's no one, no one to help you...

...love you...

...there's no one to touch you.

Hey.

Oh, yeah, you are one nice, little...

You b*tch.

You like that, huh?

You like it rough.

- What is going on?

- She's coming on to me!

- You liar!

- Stop it. Go to your room.

- Look at my face!

- That's enough of your smart mouth!

- I can't believe you're defending him.

- I am so sorry.

- I am sorry she got out of control.

- He is a complete sleaze.

- He could have broke my jaw, Mom.

- Don't mess this up.

He's the one.

The one what?

Gracie, I'm young. I like him.

I really like this one a lot.

Please.

What happened to you?

Wait a minute.

Who hit you?

- I walked into a door.

- Yeah, right.

Tell me what happened,

or I'll take you to the office.

What difference does it make?

I've been hit since I was born.

- Where do you come from?

- All over.

- Where "all over"?

- All over!

Campgrounds, trailer parks, motels.

We even lived in a car.

I've been to so many schools,

I lost count after 41.

- Did you ever tell anybody about this?

- No.

I'm gonna have to report this.

Why?

Oh, hey. Hi, girls.

Where are the boys?

Look what we got, doughnuts.

- I got doughnuts. Who wants them?

- I do. I'm starving. Can I have two?

Yeah, yeah.

We're gonna get fat.

- Mom, you're way skinny.

- I am? Am I too skinny?

- No.

- Let me see.

Turn around. Oh, that's cute.

- I got jelly for you.

- You've been gone for three days.

We had nothing but cereal.

No money, no milk.

But I don't... I don't deserve a life?

I can't have a little fun?

You kids on my tail all the time.

Thanks.

Shadow, you meanie. You bit my finger.

Do you think mom will let us keep them?

It won't be like Spike, huh?

- Remember that dog that my dad got us?

- Yeah.

Remember how he used to kick it?

Come on. Kids, kids, get up! Get up!

- Come on, cops.

- Mom, what's happening?

Get the kids! The cops are here!

You guys, get your stuff together!

Gracie, come on! Yo, yo, yo.

You gotta help me with these kids, man!

- The hell with the kids. I'm out of here!

- Gracie!

You have the right to remain silent.

- Come on.

- Where are you taking us?

Children can't stay with parents

who have drugs.

Please don't take my kids!

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