Nothing Left to Fear Page #5

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Sonia Martin about that plan.

- Somehow I got blamed for that one.

- You did not.

I got it way worse than you.

I was grounded for, like, two months.

Remember? Because I should

have known better.

Yeah, you should have known better.

Hey, what are you eating?

I'm starving.

Just peanut butter and jam

I found on the counter.

Mm, sounds appetizing.

Um, I would not do that

if I were you.

Mom said we're saving that

for after dinner tonight.

It's our first family dinner

in the new home,

blah, blah, blah.

Oh, please.

No, seriously, dude, you know

how Mom gets about that sh*t.

None for me, thanks,

but when Mom kills you,

- I'll take your purple sweater.

- Fine.

Mm, so good.

Are you okay?

Mary!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

- Are you okay?

- What was that?

I have no idea.

Eww.

Oh.

I can't believe this came out.

- I know.

- Holy sh*t.

F***.

Hi. What are you

doing here?

I told you I was gonna take you

around and show you some stuff.

Oh, yeah.

I just didn't know

you meant today.

Is today bad?

No. Come in.

What happened?

You have no idea.

- Who puts a tooth in a cake?

- Tell me about it.

It cut the crap

out of the roof of my mouth.

This is one of

old Mrs. Gordon's cakes.

A nice lady,

but she's almost 95.

Let's just say you're lucky

this is all you found.

Lucky?

There. No more cake.

So are you ready to go?

Um...

Just go, Becca.

I'm fine. Go. Escape.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. I'll be fine.

A little weirded out,

but I'm fine.

Okay

Bye.

So, not that this hasn't been great,

it has,

but is there anything

to actually do in town?

This isn't exactly

the big city.

I know it's not the big city,

but there's gotta be something.

There really isn't anything to do.

Well, I mean,

could you give me a chance

to figure that out for myself maybe?

Please?

Fine.

So how long

have you lived here?

I don't know.

A long time.

I guess

you're used to it then...

the whole country thing.

No, you never really

get used to it.

You just sort of adapt.

I wasn't exactly thrilled

about moving here,

but it's kind of nice.

- Afternoon.

- Hello.

I should probably get you home.

What?

I thought we were having fun.

It's not that.

It's just it's getting late.

I don't want your parents worrying.

Oh, please.

Noah.

Noah, Pastor Kingsman

is looking for you.

Tell him I'll be there

in a few.

He wants you now.

I've got to go home.

Home?

You live with Pastor Kingsman?

Noah.

I'll explain later.

Are you gonna be okay

getting home, young lady?

Yeah, sure.

Noah.

Noah.

Has the choice been made?

Noah.

I know you're probably

scared right now.

But you can do this.

You're prepared for this.

You can do it, son.

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