we're not staying in that fucking place and i don't care how much you bitch about it or what you feel or how wrong you think i am. i don't give a fuck what you do to me. you're a piece of shit and you can go fuck yourself, my queen.
( she thinks, fishhooks in her brain, about travis. it could be, couldn't it? jackie's here. if shauna caught onto her deception, he'd be the first one she went after — if not van, if not misty, if not gen, if not mari. shauna had them all at her disposable. the real question is —
when did she figure it out? and how late was too late for natalie? )
[make him culpable in it, drag him -- and natalie, by extension -- down to shauna's level, get down here in the blood and the snow and the filth where you belong, my queen.]
you're lucky i don't track you down right fucking now.
i don't want to kill you. i just want to bring everyone home, you included. that's always been the goal. always. you don't think the fact that we had to go behind your back says something about how out of control you've gotten? we used to be a team. i mean fuck, shauna. we used to be friends.
but you're the one who taught me how to butcher dead things in the woods. remember that? don't think you're safe just because i've only done it when you snap your fucking fingers. and don't think anything in this fucking world can protect you if you go after travis. you'll get the bunny treatment
[and that's what makes shauna so fucking angry: they're never going home. no matter what. there's nothing left in new fucking jersey for them. she gets it. tai gets it. lottie, in her fucked up way, gets it. nat's the one who keeps not understanding.
and if they were in the wilderness, shauna wouldn't hesitate to make that perfectly goddamn clear, by any means necessary. natalie needs someone to keep her in line, to remind her of her place.
except.
except they're here. and there are complicating factors, sweet-voiced, wide-eyed, unknowing, unsuspecting factors named jackie taylor.]
i don't know what you mean, natalie. i'm totally and completely in control, here. :)
and i don't give a fuck about travis. you can keep on playing house and going to prom and pretending you're better than me as long as you fucking want. it doesn't matter to me. [lie and lie and lie again, but. comparatively, nothing does matter, because jackie's alive. jackie's alive.] i just want to make sure you're not having stupid ideas about telling everyone i'm a fucking maniac who needs to be locked up or something. are you, natalie?
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where the fuck is your kingdom now?
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when did she figure it out? and how late was too late for natalie? )
what did you do
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[make him culpable in it, drag him -- and natalie, by extension -- down to shauna's level, get down here in the blood and the snow and the filth where you belong, my queen.]
you're lucky i don't track you down right fucking now.
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you wouldn't have the fucking balls.
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i don't want to kill you. i just want to bring everyone home, you included.
that's always been the goal. always. you don't think the fact that we had to go behind your back says something about how out of control you've gotten? we used to be a team. i mean fuck, shauna. we used to be friends.
but you're the one who taught me how to butcher dead things in the woods. remember that? don't think you're safe just because i've only done it when you snap your fucking fingers. and don't think anything in this fucking world can protect you if you go after travis. you'll get the bunny treatment
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and if they were in the wilderness, shauna wouldn't hesitate to make that perfectly goddamn clear, by any means necessary. natalie needs someone to keep her in line, to remind her of her place.
except.
except they're here. and there are complicating factors, sweet-voiced, wide-eyed, unknowing, unsuspecting factors named jackie taylor.]
i don't know what you mean, natalie. i'm totally and completely in control, here. :)
and i don't give a fuck about travis. you can keep on playing house and going to prom and pretending you're better than me as long as you fucking want.
it doesn't matter to me. [lie and lie and lie again, but. comparatively, nothing does matter, because jackie's alive. jackie's alive.]
i just want to make sure you're not having stupid ideas about telling everyone i'm a fucking maniac who needs to be locked up or something.
are you, natalie?
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you aren't the boss here shipman. you're just another one of us.
i told you. it won't come from me.
the promise stands.
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don't fucking call me that.
and no shit i'm not a fucking idiot natalie
i get it. we're here now.
i'm not gonna do anything
to travis. so unclench.