The glory of living scene - Lisa

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I just, I just can’t find anything in here. Me and Clint, we ain’t normally this messy. We just, well, we been on the road for a while now and you know…living in motels. You get useta the maids an’ all. These ain’t too bad I guess. Sometimes they get that cum smell on ‘em… I mean, you know. 

Girl: I know. 

You do?

Girl: Yeah. 

You thirsty or something?

Girl: (almost crying) I really gotta go to the bathroom, please.  

Oh. Okay. I mean, oh. I don’t know what to do.

Girl: Please. I’m gonna go in my pants. I hurt so bad.  

Okay. Okay. Okay. I’ll just, I’ll just unlock the door and go with you. But you gotta promise not to run away.

Girl: I promise, please.  

Okay. I’m a mama you know. I know how bad it gets and all. Okay. You go in here, just go in an I’ll close the door. Just tell me when you’re through.

Girl: (off) Okay. 

After this we gotta go somewhere. I’m gonna get my kids first. And then we’re fonna go somewhere together. Just us. Me an’ Clint, we gotta have sepreate cars, he sometimes has buisness he gotta take care of. We talk on the CB a lot though. He’ll call me up sometimes and pretend he dont know me an’ act like we’re meeting right there on the radio and arragin’ to go to some motel together. Just to keep things intresting’ an’ all. ‘Count of how we been married so long. Two whole years. Come August. You doin’ okay in there?

Girl: (off) I guess. 

You ready to come out?

Girl: (opening the door) I guess.  

Okay. Sit down over there while I get ready. Was you in that home long before you ran away?

Girl: ’Bout four months. 

You glad we gave you a ride?

Girl: I guess. 

We coulda look you to the police.

Girl: I’m glad you didn’t do that. They caught me once before. 

What did they do to you?

Girl: Took me home.  

Is that why you was in that home?

Girl: Nah. They put me in there for protection. 

Oh. Somebody beat on you.

Girl: No. It was this man my mama lived with. He useta come in the living room and make me lie on the couch, and he’d put his fingers in me.  

I’ll be glad when I turn eighteen. Then they cain’t put me in them homes no more. They wouldn’t a done it at all, ‘cept Clint was in jail. And I was pregnant.

Girl: I hate it there. The food sucks. 

Yeah. They don’t let you sleep late neither.

Girl: Yeah. I hate that. Well, I wish that y’all would let me go.  

How come?

Girl: ‘Cause I’m sick. He hurt somethin’ in me. 

Hes real big.

Girl: He’s mean. 

He is?

Girl: Yeah. Anyway, can I go now?  

No. I cain’t let you. I’m sorry. But its okay. I’m gonna go get my kids and then I’m taking you out of here.

Girl: You gonna give me a ride? 

Yeah. Where’re your pants and stuff.

Girl: Under the bed. 

You get ‘em and get dressed. You’ll feel better, I promise.

Girl: Okay. 

I’m real sorry you’re sick. None of this was my idea though. You gotta know that. Okay?

Girl: Okay. 

Good girl. just know it too though.

Girl:  Know what? 

Nothin’. Never mind. I got just about everything.

Girl: I can’t find my shoes.  

Clint took em.

Girl: How come? 

He’s like that. But don’t you worry. You won’t be seein’ him ever again.

Girl: (almost smiles) Good.  

We gotta be real quiet. We ain’t paid the bill. Now you just hold my hand and come on.

Girl: Okay. 

Be good now.