Stitched

A love story with a twist.

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I turned around and knocked the bag out of his hands and glared at him. The bag and it's contents were now all over the sidewalk.

"What part of leave-me-alone don't you understand! I don't need your help and I don't need your pity!" I was furious and utterly embaressed.

"Come on Jesse, you're over reacting!"

"Oh! Now I'm over reacting? Screw you Jona!"

I felt the tears fall down my face, they weren't tears of sadness they were tears of anger and frustration.

Just as I was about to turn around and walk away a white van pulled up next to us- the kind of van that practically screams "Murderer" - I looked at the van and back at Jona, his worried expressions seemed to match my own.

Jona began to walk towards me when four men jumped out and grabbed both of us. I looked over at Jona who was throwing punches and kicking trying to get to me.

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