Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story

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(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(faucet trickling)

- Shit!

(laughing)

- You scared me.

(man moaning)

- Where's your mom?

- She's at the store.

She'll be back in like an hour.

- You like staying here?

This is a nice place, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm a good guy, huh?

You like me?

- I guess.

- Anything I could help you with?

Anything I can do for you?

I just wanna be there for you, that's all.

Maybe you need a little extra cash.

(chuckling)

I know you done this before.

- A hundred bucks?

Really?

I'm a little more expensive than my mom.

Ow!

Shit.

- You got just as bad

of a fucking attitude!

(coughing)

- What the f*ck are you doing?!

Get the f*ck away from her!

- Fucking join in, bitch!

(woman yelling)

Teach your bitch kid some fucking manners!

(glass shattering)

(screaming)

Do it, bitch!

(dramatic music)

(mother yelling)

(whimpering)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

This has got to stop.

Get your shit together.

We're getting out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

- Okay.

(city commotion)

- Christ.

Throw me my phone.

Thanks.

Shit.

Thank God we've got a guy

coming here in 10 minutes

who can pay for this shit.

F*ck, where's my makeup?

Can you see it?

- Sorta.

But it's pretty dark in here.

He probably won't notice.

- You wanna wait in the

bathroom or the car?

- Bathroom.

- Actually, wait in the car.

You're getting too big

to hide in the shower.

- Okay.

Got my vaporizer in there?

Thanks.

- Hey.

You forgetting something?

Give it 45 minutes, max.

- Okay.

(door closing)

(men chatting)

- [Man] What's up, nia?

- What's up, girl?

(distant police siren)

- Hey.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

- Fix this.

It looks like shit, I'm telling you.

Hey.

- Hola, Kimmy.

(chuckling)

- Oh, come on.

Honey, I missed you.

Show me some love.

This is my baby girl, Shara.

- Hi.

- Yeah, Cap, how you doing?

All right, f*ck it, come on in.

- All right, let's go.

(groaning)

- Room's 300 bucks a month.

All the utilities are included.

You have a small fridge

and a hotplate right there.

- This is so ghetto.

- Get out.

- Is she always fucking like that?

- Yes.

- F*ck.

Washer and dryer.

If you wanna use that

it's gonna be an extra

hundred bucks a month.

Or you could use the

laundromat down the street

but I don't recommend.

- I'm sure, if we need to use the laundry,

we can work something out.

(giggling)

- I'm sure we can.

- We can.

- She's not gonna be a problem, is she?

Because, you know, I don't usually allow

other people's kids here or anything.

- She's fine.

(water bubbling)

(pleasant music)

(somber violin music)

- Hello?

(water sloshing)

Did you enjoy the show?

- What show?

So you guys moving in or?

Are you one of my dad's whores?

- Is your dad Cap?

- Yep.

- My mom met your dad in

a court ordered rehab.

They used to f*ck.

We're renting a room.

(chuckling)

- Okay.

So I guess we're housemates.

Nice.

By the way,

nice tits.

I know you love it.

(somber beat music)

Here you go.

What?

I thought this was yours.

You shouldn't leave

your purse lying around,

what're you doing?

- Not mine.

- Not yours?

Okay, let's see if there's an ID in here.

And there is no ID.

Just a bunch of Benjamins.

(chuckling)

- Can I have a sip of that?

Please.

- You normally take beers from strangers?

- Sorry, what's your name?

- Jamie.

- Jamie, can I have a sip of that?

- Yeah, I guess,

considering I've already seen your tits

and you're crashing at my pad.

Yeah, why not?

You a...

Are you fucking kidding me?

You said a sip, whoa.

(sighing)

(people cheering)

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