Sacrilege Page #2

Damn it, Jess.

That's not...

I'm calling the police!

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

Hey, Sam, I'm at the door.

What's the deal?

Fine.

Whatever.

Samantha, we're home.

Well, the place is still standing.

That's a plus, right?

Yeah, I'm sure she has her reasons

for not calling or texting me

back for several days.

No use hiding.

I know you're here.

You're back already?

Already?

It's been almost four days.

Are you all right?

You don't look all right.

Sam.

Breathe.

I don't think I've drank

anything for days.

Days?

You've been sick?

Yeah, sick.

Stomach bug.

Honey, that sucks.

Yeah, nasty.

So you didn't even

hook up with that guy?

No.

No, lucky for him.

I'm gonna take a shower.

I'm happy to have you all back.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

Whatcha doing?

Oh, um, just some online MD.

Well, night.

I hope you feel better.

Yeah, goodnight.

What's wrong?

I don't think she's left

that couch in three days.

Drugs?

She can barely handle an espresso.

She said she's still sick.

Maybe she is sick.

A hypochondriac like her

would be at the doctor's office,

not online.

I just wish I could get

a peak at her laptop.

Look at you goin' all NSA.

Look, for all we know

it's online dating.

I'm serious.

Yeah, so am I.

Look, if you're really concerned,

just call her parents.

Oh, now who's goin' all NSA?

I just wish I knew what she was up to.

Bases down.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Sh*t.

What?

Right center field, reaching...

What are you doing?

Oh, um, movie tickets.

You have your own computer for that.

So, you wanna come out with us tonight?

No, I've got stuff to do.

Yeah, stuff.

So, what is that you were looking

at on your computer?

It looked kind of creepy.

It's for a class.

What class?

You know what, Jess,

you need to get off my back, all right.

It's none of your business.

What is going on with you lately?

First you're really sick,

and now you're acting really strange.

I mean, I can't figure you out anymore.

And have you smelled yourself lately?

You reek.

Even the couch stinks.

What's wrong?

Talk to me.

Take a hint.

I don't need your help.

God, you got me into this crap anyway.

The last thing I need for

you to do is make it worse.

Got you into this?

What are you talking about?

Look, I'm sorry.

It'll be over by tomorrow.

And if it isn't?

It will.

And you're gonna tell me

what's been going on?

Okay, I'm gonna hold you to that.

I know what you want me to do.

I wanna do it desperately.

I hope you choke on it.

You can't have my friends too.

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