Psychos Page #2

By what he did.

Sasha,

sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

- We're gonna go get

those videos back

so they can't see

the light of day.

Woah, what?

We'll take your car.

Let's just go to the cops.

Or talk about this.

Tell me what happened again.

Or not,

can we just think about

this for a second?

Please.

- Is there anything I can

say to change your mind?

No, there isn't.

Are you coming or not?

This is just stupid.

Let's just go to the cops.

- I'm taking care

of this myself.

Well, what, wait, hold on.

Sasha, wait.

Sasha, would you just

hold on a second.

- Look, when you went

to bed last night,

I remembered the house.

It was this like three

story Victorian style home.

Where you were tortured?

Yeah, I think so.

I don't know, I was

only ever inside.

The only time I ever

saw the outside

of the house was the day

that we escaped.

I escaped with two

other girls that day.

We were never kept in the house

in the same rooms,

but we just knew that we

had to get out that day,

we found each other,

and we escaped.

- Why didn't you ever

tell me about any of this?

I couldn't sleep last night,

so I decided to dig a little.

I got really drunk and

built up the courage

to contact these girls.

They received emails, too,

just like mine.

So I told them to come with me.

They're gonna meet me here,

hopefully.

If not, we're going with

or without them.

Without an exact address,

I mean, how are we going

to find this place?

Pasadena's a huge city.

This just sounds stupid to me.

Are you in or are you out

because I'm doing this

with or without you.

- You realize you could

be walking into a trap.

I mean, for all we know,

they're the ones who

posted the videos.

I saw their videos.

They were victims, just like me.

Come on, all right?

Sh*t.

I forgot my cellphone.

- Hurry up.

- Don't leave with out me.

Okay, hurry up, go.

- Okay?

- Yes.

Hi.

Um, are you?

Sasha, you must be,

JJ.

Right.

You don't remember me?

- Honestly, I don't really

remember much

but uh,

it's kind of starting

to come back to me now.

I honestly didn't think

anybody was gonna show.

Well, I'm here.

You certainly look different.

I didn't recognize you

for a second.

Okay.

So, uh, do you remember

how to get to this house?

'Cause honestly, I,

all I can remember is like,

a darkish yellow paint job.

Yellow?

I thought it was blue.

Really?

10 years, huh?

I feel like most normal

people would just move on.

Well, it's gone by quickly,

but it's not gone.

Some things can't be

hidden forever.

How much longer are

we waiting for Norma?

I don't know.

Give her a couple more

minutes, I guess.

Hopefully she'll show.

Unless she was the

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