4 : 18 pm
"get up, driscoll." augustus ordered.
"don't call me that." buffy sighed, still sitting in her chair.
"why not?"
"i still have my knife. i could stab you at any time."
"we fixed the cameras, hon."
"you guys leave me alone for an hour a day. that gives me time to mess with the cameras. by the way, i cut up your clothes."
"why would you do that?!"
"do you not know where i am right now?"
"just go take your shower and meet back here. we have to move you."
"where?"
"a house."
"why?"
"why would i tell you?"
"i said why?" buffy repeated, still messing with her nails.
"why would i tell you?"
"why?!" she yelled, not budging an inch.
"people are catching on. don't tell anyone i told you."
"why? you could get killed? cause i'll gladly tell someone if that means you'll die."
"that's mean."
"that's mean? that's mean?! what's 'mean' is that fact that i've been hear for thirty three days! that's mean! i don't wanna hear you say mean unless you finally fucking figure out what 'mean' is!"
"shut up. you'll get us both in trouble."
"i don't give a shit. i'm taking my shower." she got up and left the room.
can someone just find me already? she thought.
