Mike is siting on couch in living room, wearing white T-shirt, black shorts and white sneakers. He is watching TV. George walks towards him. He is wearing red T-shirt, white shorts and black shoes. He sits on couch, next to Mike.
-You didn't leave house at all today-he says.
-It's barely 2 pm-Mike says.
-We both know what this is about, son.
Mike sighs, then glares at George.
-Do you realy want to go there?-he asks George.-You know there is nothing you can say that can make me feel better. She should die in jail. And don't tell me that prison may changed her or that police will take measures if she tries to mock Tracy again. We both know that is bullshit.
-Unfortunately, I need to admit that is true. But you can't just sit here. You need to go outside, do SOMETHING.
-Still, I won't be peacefull till I take care of problem-Mike says.-And we both know that there is only one way to take care of it.
George glares at him.
-You wouldn't do that.
-Try to stop me-Mike says and walks in yard.
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Tracy is siting in doctor Disher's office, on couch. He is siting in armchair opposite to couch. Again, digital camera is recording the whole session. Dr. Disher is wearing white shirt, grey pants and brown shoes. Tracy is holding orange wig in her hands.
-I see you make it-dr. Disher says.
-Yes, I did-Tracy says, maybe even proudly.
-How was it.
-Horrifyng! I could barely hold myself from riping it in pieces. I need to keep my hands shut, strongly. I got bruises and scratches all over my palms. But now, I got used to it. I don't see it as something conected to my... situation anymore.
-I can see that. I'm proud on you.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-Do you want to talk about... Uhm...
-Bitch who got of the hook?-Tracy asks.
-Uhm... Yes.
Tracy tooks a deep breath.
-At first, before it actualy happened, I felt angry. Very angry. And dissapointed. But now... I am just... scared. That I will get hurt again. That she will ruin me again. And... that she will hurt somebody else.
Dr. Disher is silent. Tracy glares at him.
-I know-she says.-You don't know what to say. And you can't say anything. That's simply the way it is.
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Joann is siting in hotel room, in armchair, watching TV, drinking glass of white whine and eating some caviar. She spend all of her cash on that and on hotel room, but she can't care less. Of course, first thing she did was taking a long shower.s
She was locked up in jail for eight years. She is free now. She won, at least, while Tracy is roting in some shithole.
But that's not enough for her.
She needs to ruin that little bitch completly.
And she will.
