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[hebeimmortalized]

Feb 17, 2017; late evening

Jillie doesn't find Girl before she leaves the club. She doesn't think to text her, or look for her. She just leaves, because she suddenly has to leave, get away, get out. It's cold in her revealing clothes, and she doesn't have a jacket with her. She'd left that at the fucking club, too. It doesn't matter, anyway: she's too upset to feel it.

And the night gets worse.

She doesn't see him in time to avoid him. She doesn't know his name, hasn't ever seen him before. She takes a deep breath and stops when he stands in her way.

"Move," she says. It's an effort to get even that out.

"Oh, is that any way to talk to Daddy?" he coos. His voice sounds sickly sweet, but his breath stinks as he reaches for her. "Come here, Darlin', I'll keep you nice and warm."

"Don't touch me!" she snaps. She slaps his arms away from her and takes a step back. His lusty smirk twists into a snarl.

"Hey," he growls. He reaches for her again, hands vices on her arms. "You don't go walking dressed like that if you don't want some attention. You want me to fight you for it, that it?"

Jillie feels something sharp and cold in her chest. "Get off—!"

"That's the plan," he says. "And you're gonna help me with that, aren't you, you little slut?"

It's fear, she realizes. That's what she's feeling. It sits like ice in her belly and she feels her fingers tingle as the panic attack starts to set in. She tries to pull away, struggles in his grip. Her mesh top rips a little, and it's just enough give for her to slide out of his hands. She stumbles back, heels barely keeping her upright. He snarls like a fucking dog and lunges for her again.

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[hebeimmortalized]

She nods, and she clutches his hand. The tightness with which she does belies the expression on her face, which has been all but schooled into neutral. She manages to get her feet under her, and she sways a little before getting her balance back. Her knees and thighs and ass are dirty from sitting on the ground. She's got broken glass biting into her thigh, leaving a tiny trickle of blood. She's had worse shaving; she barely notices it.

"It's cold, you should—" She offers his coat again, as if she doesn't feel it, herself.

[thebloodyglue]

"Put the coat on, Jillie," he says. "I'm fine. I promise." He flashes a smile meant to be reassuring. "C'mon. I'll walk you home. I'll call Dee to make sure she grabs your coat for you, okay? Are Jack and Poison at home?"

[hebeimmortalized]

"I, I think so," she says. She pulls the coat close again, then pulls it around herself, almost absently. She's curvier, fuller, than Newt; she fills it out differently than he does, and she hugs it close around herself. It's warm around her from his own body heat, and she shivers a little.

She doesn't talk for the rest of the walk, but she also doesn't let go of Newt, clutching his arm, his hand, at times walking awkwardly with her need to stay close.

Part of her is terrified of Jack's reaction. She's got tear tracks on her face, her makeup is smudged; she's dirty and her shirt's torn. She can imagine what she looks like.

[thebloodyglue]

"I can clean you up at my place before I take you home, if you want?" says Newt, quietly, letting her hold on to him however she needs. He glances across at her. "Whatever you need, Jillie."

On 19 February 2017 at 23:45, hebeimmortalized - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

[hebeimmortalized]

She shakes her head. "I just want to go to bed," she says. She doesn't want to even clean off, though she knows she has to. Her arms are twinging in a way that suggest bruising from the guy's hands, and she wants to burn the memory off of her skin.

[thebloodyglue]

"Okay," says Newt, nodding, his hair slipping into his eyes. He pushes it back with his free hand, fingers on his left hand intertwined with hers. They walk in silence until the townhouse comes into view. "You know where I am if you need me, okay? I'll get my jacket back off Jack tomorrow."

[hebeimmortalized]

She nods, and she stares at the house for a long, long minute. Then she turns and pulls him into a hug. She's shivering a little, obviously from residual nerves, and she clings to him.

"Thank you," she whispers. Her chin wobbles a little when she pulls away, but she doesn't start crying again.

[thebloodyglue]

"You're welcome, love," says Newt, wrapping his arms around her for a moment and squeezing her gently. "I'll call you, okay? In a few days." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I'd love to dance with you again, Jillie." He nods towards the door. "Go on. Check they're home and then I'll get going."

[hebeimmortalized]

She feels like a little girl, like she's fourteen and being escorted home by the fucking cops or something, as she steps up to the stoop and checks the knob, then rings the bell. A light flicks on, visible through the front window, and she glances back at Newt and waves a little.