7: 38 pm
"can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i-" buffy repeated until the black haired man stopped her.
"shut up!" he yelled, sitting down in the one chair he brought into the room.
"can i go now though?"
"not until we get the money."
"well can i get something to eat? and where's natalie? and that ginger kid? i need to talk to him."
"you'll get food in an hour, we moved natalie, and augustus went with natalie. we didn't feel comfortable with him being with you."
"is he scared or something? i'm not that bad."
"i guess he was scared, but that's besides the point. you need to stop talking to me, driscoll."
"if you stop talking to me, i'll just keep talking."
the black haired man ignored her.
"can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go now? can i go-"
"you're so fucking annoying!" the man whacked her wrist with his metal cane.
"what the shit is wrong with you, you fucking psychopathic pedophile!" she yelled, holding her wrist in pain, "if i get out of here i just want you and your little friends to know one thing. i'm going to have you murdered."
"boo hoo."
"get out." she moved farther away from him.
"are you gonna cry?"
"get out. you're voice is murdering my skull, i'm pretty sure you just broke my fucking wrist, i'm tired, and i'm ready to drop dead. you being here is making all of that worse. get out."
"i'll just send someone else in here." he sighed.
"i don't give a shit. i'm just tired of seeing your freak face. get out."
"augustus! take this one. i got brown hair."
