Much better

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Intro:

"How's your bruise?"

Noah asked.

"Much better." I replied, slightly smiling.

After what seems like forever, my smile is actually because of genuine happiness, not just to seem happy.

Noah thanked the cashier, and handed me my chocolate bar. We headed towards the exit of the store, for which I was thankful for. For some odd reason I couldn't shake off the feeling I was being watched in there. As we walked towards his car, Noah stopped midway,

" Oh shoot! I forgot to buy you that Arizona you wanted"

"No it's fine, I don't really want it anymore." I assured him.

"It'll just take a sec." he slightly kissed my cheek and went back inside.

My face felt like it was burning up; not because of pain this time, but some other feeling in my stomach I couldn’t really describe.

I got to the car and leaned on the door, waiting.

Before I could realize what happened, I suddenly felt something grab me from the side and trash my face with a wet cloth. I looked up to a man grinning and holding me tightly, I couldn't escape no matter how hard I kicked. My eyes began to close as I saw Noah in the far distance, and heard a car pull up beside me. Then everything went black.

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