"I don't have much time," he tells me. I scoff. "I do not want to talk to you," I tell him. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it will explode. Hearing his voice just amplifies the anger I am feeling towards him. "I don't care about your stupid games. Tell me where Kate is or else I will kill you," I shout in to the phone. "Don't hang up," he pleads. "Why shouldn't I? Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't just burn this phone and cut all contact with you?" I yell. I am so angry. Is this all a set up? Does he know I am in his house? "Tell me where my friends are. You are dead to me. I want nothing to do with you," I tell him. I hear a soft whimper coming from the phone. What I said hurt him. I am glad it did. After all he has put me through he doesn't even deserve a chance to
