VANish Page #5

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Mr. Facebook.

She's gone.

Dead?

No, just gone.

I like to think that

she met someone special

and is on a beach

in Mexico somewhere

sipping on margaritas,

living the good life.

I take it your mother and

father didn't get along?

Yeah, that's an understatement.

I mean, my mom was way too

much of a free spirit for him.

He tried to control her.

He tried to control me

and that's why

we don't talk anymore.

I don't know why the f***

I'm telling you guys this.

I mean, you're all way

more f***ed up than I am.

Speak for yourself.

Oh, really?

- Yeah.

- OK.

When was the last

time you got laid, pal?

Jack, don't answer that.

All right.

I got two rooms.

Shane, you're with Max.

Emma is with me.

Oh, come on.

Come on, Jack.

I'll protect her.

You like getting bit,

don't you, a**hole?

Jack, with all due respect,

I don't think it's a good idea

that I room with Max either.

I won't bite Shane, I promise.

I swear I won't.

You see what I mean?

Your friend is a

f***ing fruitcake.

Now, I'm going to

get out real slow

and then you're going

to follow me, OK?

You try to run,

I will shoot you in your face.

Let's make this quick.

I don't want anyone seeing us.

Let's go, Max.

OK.

Come on, Emma.

You know, we need to have

a serious conversation

about your idiot friend here,

compromising this whole ordeal.

You know, under

different circumstances,

I think we would have

made a hell of a couple.

I would have killed you

in your sleep.

My kind of girl.

Is exactly what I thought!

What's going on, Jack?

Are those bodies down there?

Shane, get her out

of the room now!

I don't know what

room you put her in.

What room is she in?

Room 6.

Move your ass, soldier.

OK.

That was bad ass, man.

Where did they come from?

They were just hoodlums

trying to steal the van.

I guess they thought wrong, huh?

Max, won't you do me a favor

and take a look at

Emma's purse for me?

Yeah.

Wait, you have my purse?

I mean, we took it when

you were in the house.

We figured if you were

on the rag or something

and needed a tampon.

Great.

- Uh, Jack?

- Yeah.

What the f*** am I looking for?

Her phone.

Jack?

Yeah, give that to me.

What the f***?

Why the hell are you

talking to her in Spanish?

I'm freaking out here, man.

I'm f***ing lost

and I'm exhausted.

Just relax.

We're going to find a place

off the freeway

and hide out for the night.

Well, well, well.

I guess it looks like we're going

to be shacking up after all.

Oh, yay!

I can't wait.

Emma...

Wakey wakey...

- Time to go home.

- You ain't ever getting out of this...

It's time to die.

Emma.

Why don't you

suck my cock, Emma?

I would love to.

Oh, I know you'd like to.

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