WILLOW is wide awake. She takes the pillow, holds it up to her face and screams into it.
WILLOW
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
WILLOW
I don't wanna get up.[begins to get up] Wait, what. It's four in the morning...[under breath] Should I bring a knife with me? Nah, I'll bring a bat.
WILLOW walks downstairs and pulls out a baseball bat from behind the door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
WILLOW
Stop fucking knocking, I heard you the first time!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
WILLOW throws the door open, looking very annoyed. She takes in the sight of the detective.
WILLOW
What the fuck do you want at four in the morning Philippe?
DET. FLAVIO scowls and sets down the fist that was about to knock.
DET. FLAVIO
[annoyed] Flavio. It's Flavio.
WILLOW
Whatever, maybe if someone didn't show up at four in the morning, I'd remember. [flips him off]
DET. FLAVIO
How mature. Get dressed. It's an hour drive to get to the CEO's house.
WILLOW
I told you I didn't feel comfortable with that.
DET. FLAVIO
And I told you I'd let you sleep on it. If you're serious about this, get moving. I'm giving you ten minutes then I'm dragging your ass to t--
WILLOW slams the door in his face.
WILLOW
Meh meh blah blah blah. Touch-hole.
DET. FLAVIO
[Through the door] What the fuck is a touch-hole?
WILLOW
[shouts] You!
WILLOW storms upstairs.
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Wearing Their Skin
Teen FictionA grieving girlfriend is devastated over the loss of her boyfriend, who dies in a seemingly innocent car accident but spirals when it turns into a murder investigation. THIS IS A SCRIPT 😌
