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•••QUIN•••

It could be four in the morning I had no idea Seth just woke me up saying we had to go without argument I quickly got ready and followed him, we took a route to the subway waiting for to get tickets for the next train which is thirty five minutes from now, my glance remained in a fixed position I was scared to death someone would recognize me and would take me to the Cunningham's, earlier I saw the stitch I did for Seth it swelled a bit my heart kept beating thinking how somehow I messed up stitching that particular place and some pressure could rip it out causing him to bleed.

"Quinn.."

I focused my attention to the floor since my head was bent and went stiff, what if someone did recognize me and is waiting for the right time to act, I can't do anything right I can't do a simple stitch, I can't do anything right without recalling a single memory of that dickhead Terry.

"Quinn.."

I couldn't even protect Seth when he got shot I should have taken the bullet not him, my ha