Everyone arrives at Marshall’s home, without a word spoken. Marshall and Proof search the large house for Hailie and Marshall’s Aunt Barbara, as everyone else goes to the studio downstairs, and makes their selves comfortable.
Proof and Marshall walk into the
family room, after Marshall calls out for Hailie several times, and is met by
Paul and Aunt Barbara.
“OH GOD! PLEASE Tell Me Hailie Is
With You?” Aunt Barbara yells out in a concern panic, as she sees Marshall and
Proof come through the doorway.
“Hailie’s Not Here?” Marshall
asks, as his heart stops, as Aunt Barbara hugs him, as 50 and Obie come into
the room.
“Hailie’s missing! Get back to
Kim’s!” Marshall firmly states, as he looks at 50 and Obie, and they take off
out of the room.
“When Hailie didn’t come home at
five like you said she would, I tried to call your cel-phone, when I didn’t get
any answer, I called Paul.” Aunt Barbara explains, as Paul walks over to them.
“Are you sure you told them to be
home at five?” Paul asks in concern, as Marshall starts to pace around the
room, running his right hand through his short choppy bleached hair.
“YES! Carly knew to have her back
here at five!” Marshall firmly states, as he continues to pace, as Proof
quietly leaves the room.
“Marshall you need to calm down!
We need to think about this rationally! Would they have gone anywhere else
besides the park?” Paul states, as Aunt Barbara gently takes a hold of
Marshall’s arm, trying to comfort him.
“I need to check the hospitals and
police stations!” Marshall states in urgency, as he starts to leave the room,
and Paul quickly jumps in front of him.
“Calm Down! I’ve already done
that! Nothing! We don’t need you out in public! We don’t need the press getting
a hold of this!” Paul firmly states, as he motions for Marshall to sit down on
the sofa.
“Sit Down.” Paul says, as he
motions again for Marshall to sit, and Marshall starts to pace around the room,
like a caged animal.
“How The Fuck Do You Expect Me To Sit
Down! My Daughter Is Fuckin’ Missing!” Marshall states in anger, as Proof comes
back into the room.
“I have Snake and Smoke going to
Carly’s apartment. George, Future and Samson going to the park. And 50 and Obie
are staking out Kim’s, and they said that Mike has already left. Swifty,
Chedder and Kon are going into town and look around, and Kuniva and Bizarre are
making calls.” Proof explains, as Marshall continues to pace, not really
listening to what Proof is saying.
“How could I’ve been so fuckin’ stupid!
I handed Hailie over to a fuckin’ stranger! The Bitch was probably working for
fuckin’ Kim the whole fuckin’ time! I’m never gonna see Hailie again!” Marshall
thinks to himself, as he frantically paces around the room.
“GOD DAMN IT! HOW COULD I’VE BEEN
SO FUCKIN’ STUPID!” Marshall yells out in a blind rage, as his left hand goes
through the wall, and extreme pain shoots through his hand and arm, and he
quickly holds it to his body, and bangs his head on the wall several times,
before Proof can reach him and wraps his arms around him tightly from behind,
as Marshall tires to break free.
“MOTHERFUCKER! GET THE FUCK OFF
ME!” Marshall yells in anger mixed with pain and concern, as Proof roughly
pushes him up against the wall, and holds him there.
“SLIM! GET A FUCKIN’ GRIP! This is
not going to help find Hailie and Carly!” Proof firmly states, as Marshall
quiets down, and Proof slowly lets go of him, and Marshall turns around to face
him.
“Get Some Ice And A Wash Cloth!”
Proof firmly states, as blood drips from Marshall hand, and he starts sliding
down the wall, and Proof quickly places his hands on Marshall’s shoulders,
kinda of guiding him to the floor, as Aunt Barbara rushes from the room, and
Paul rushes over to them.
“That Fuckin’ Bitch Can Walk Off
The End Of The Motherfuckin’ Earth! I’m Gonna Kill The FUCKIN’ BITCH!” Marshall
firmly states, rage still evident in his voice, as Paul knells down to them.
“You don’t mean that!” Proof
calmly states, as he looks into Marshall raged filled eyes, as Aunt Barbara
rushes back into the room and hands Proof the wet washcloth, and hands Paul the
baggie full of ice.
“Leave Me Alone!” Marshall firmly
states, as Proof tries to place the washcloth on his bleeding hand.
“MARSHALL! Calm The Fuck Down!”
Paul firmly states, as he forcefully takes Marshall’s hand, and places the
washcloth over the knuckle that’s bleeding from under a butterfly band aide,
and applies pressure, as Marshall looks at him like he could kill him.
“FUCK!” Marshall yells out in
pain, as he tries to jerk his hand away, as Paul applies more pressure to his
hand, trying to get the bleeding to stop.
“Hold Still!” Paul states in a
fatherly tone, as Marshall again tries to jerk his hand away, as Proof’s
cel-phone rings, and he quickly stands and answers it.
“That Fuckin’ Hurts!” Marshall
firmly states, as Paul gives him an evil grin, as Aunt Barbara starts pacing
the floor, wondering maybe she should call Debbie.
“SO! Shouldn’t put your fist
through walls!” Paul sarcastically states,
with an evil grin.
“Fuck You!” Marshall states, as
Paul laughs, as he lifts the washcloth up and then takes the band aide off, but
places the washcloth quickly back on again, and applies more pressure.
“You’re not my type. Barbara can
you get me other washcloth?” Paul comments, as he looks at Marshall then around
at Barbara, trying to lighten Marshall’s mood, as Marshall leans his head back,
and takes several deep breathes, as Barbara rushes from the room again.
“Several kids at the park said, that
2 people fitting Carly’s and Hailie’s description was at the park. The kids
didn’t see them leave. The guys are going to hang out there for a little while,
just to see if they show back up.” Proof explains, as he walks over to Marshall
and Paul, and sits down beside Marshall.
“What time is it?” Marshall asks,
as he looks over at Proof.
“Uh . . . seven thirty-eight.”
Proof says, as he looks at his watch then back at Marshall.
“Where The Fuck Are They!”
Marshall firmly states, as Paul and Proof look at each other, and both men
simultaneously say a silent prayer to themselves that Hailie shows up soon, as
Aunt Barbara comes back in the room and hands Paul several wet and dry
washcloths.
“I think you need stitches, you
should go to the emergency room.” Barbara sincerely says, as she looks directly
at Marshall, as he shakes his head no.
“Alright. I’ll get the first aide
kit.” Aunt Barbara says, not wanting to push or nag him too much, in the state
of mind he’s in, and then leaves the room again.
“I have to get up. I have to go
look for Hailie.” Marshall states, as he slowly stands up, with Paul still
holding onto his hand.
“I don’t think so! You’re going to
sit down, and let me bandage your hand.” Paul firmly states, as Marshall pulls
his hand away.
“You can be Motherly . . .
tomorrow! I don’t have time! I have to find my daughter!” Marshall firmly
states, as Proof remembers Marshall’s actions in Carly’s bathroom, as Marshall
walks towards the door.
“Maybe cause Paul doesn’t have
butterfly band aides like Carly.” Proof states matter of factly, as Marshall
stops and turns and shoots Proof a death glare.
“Marshall Sit Down!” Paul firmly
states, as Marshall rolls his eyes aggregately, as Aunt Barbara tenderly takes
hold of his arm.
“Just let Paul put a band aide on
your hand. Then I’ll go out with you to find Hailie.” Aunt Barbara sincerely
says, with her loving smile, that Marshall can’t resist.
“Alright! Hurry The Fuck Up!”
Marshall firmly states, as he flops down on the sofa, as Paul grabs the first
aide kit, and sits down beside him.
Paul puts a butterfly band aide on
Marshall’s knuckle, and tries to talk him into putting the ice pack on his
head, that has a large knot from the wall. When that doesn’t work they discuss
a plan for searching for Hailie and Carly.
“THEIR BACK! HAILIE’S BACK! CARLY
AND HAILIE JUST COME THROUGH THE GATE!” Kuniva yells out, as he comes rushing
into the room, and Marshall jumps to his feet, and rushes to the front door, as
everyone follows.
Carly pulls around the circle
driveway and gets out, and starts to open the back car door, as Marshal rushes
over to the car.
“She’s asleep . . . I’m . . .”
Carly whispers, as Marshall roughly pushes her away from the car door, and
reaches in and picks Hailie’s sleeping body up, and hugs her tightly, as he
leans back in the car seat, as Box his security guard walks up to the car.
Carly rubs her arm that Marshall
roughly grabbed, as she stands and watches Marshall tightly hold onto Hailie,
as he gets out of the car.
“I’ll take her into the house.”
Box whispers, as he reaches out to take Hailie from Marshall, and he
reluctantly hands her over to him, after he kisses her forehead, as Proof
watches from the doorstep.
“FUCKIN’ BITCH! I FUCKIN’ TOLD YOU
TWO HOURS! Do You Have Any Fuckin’ Clue How Worried I’ve Been . . . How Many
People We Have Out Looking For Your Stupid Fuckin’ Ass . . . How Fuckin’ Stupid
Can One Fuckin’ Bitch Be?” Marshall yells in anger, as Carly reaches up to slap
him, and he grabs her wrist, and is about to hit her, when Proof rushes over.
“MARSHALL! That’s Enough!” Proof
yells in urgency, as he grabs Marshall’s arm.
“Get The Fuck Out Of My Life!”
Marshall states in anger, and roughly pushes her away, as he lets go of her
wrist, and then turns around and walks back to the house.
“He’s a little upset” Proof says,
as Carly is reaching into the car to grab Hailie’s Harry Potter gift bag.
“Can you please make sure Hailie
gets this.” Carly quietly states, as she hands the bag to Proof, never looking
up at Proof, then quickly gets into her car and quickly drives off.
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