The tears would not stop for Jessie, her chest trembled with the aftermath of her heartbreak and she felt faint and weak. She did not even fight George when he place her on his lap, instead, she leaned against his chest and soaked his shirt with the tears that symbolized her misery. Her fists tightened around the fabric of his damp shirt and her body trembled as she let out an anguishing but muffled scream. Suddenly she pushed against his chest and sat up, startling George whose arms around her tightened. "Let go! Let go of me, you bastard!" She screamed, struggling against him in the back of the dark van.
Pounding against his hard chest she screamed, but he held her still, wordlessly dismissing the concerned bodyguards with them in the car. "Pull up the screen" he ordered and immediately a black barrier separated Jessie and George from spectators.
