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Feb. 19th, 2017 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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Date: 2017-02-19 09:05 pm (UTC)Which is just as well, when he sees what happens.
In the Scorch, Newt learned how to run even when his knee hurts like hell. He breaks into a run, shouting and, when he pulls level with Jillie, he hauls back and swings and it's a really solid punch that he lands, enough to snap the guy's head back. His fingers explode with pain, but that's okay. He turns, noticing the tear in her shirt.
"Are you okay? Did this clunkhead hurt you?"
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