𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 // 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 "𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺" 𝘴. (HIATUS)

⇢1.

"B-but sh-she w-was–GAH!"

Three kids occupied a dark, murky alleyway, one boy and two girls; each of them was merely in junior high.

The shabby-looking boy struggled against one of the girl's feet, which was pressed firmly against the side of his face, pushing it painfully into the dirty ground below.

The (hair color)-haired girl shoved her foot harder into his face before releasing it momentarily.

"Hm?" She grabbed a fist full of the boy's hair, pulling his face dangerously close to hers. "She was what?" The male merely whimpered, wincing severely at the tight grip on his scalp. The girl's grip tightened, (eye color) eyes void of any emotion. "Answer me, you little piss ant."

"Y-you see what she's wearing?!" The male exclaimed, shakily pointing to the other girl in the alley, a pretty brunette who'd been shaking like a leaf at the man. "She was practically asking for–GAH!"

Before he could continue with his pathetic excuse for his fucked up actions, hard knuckles connected to his nose again and again. The sound of his pained screams, and the sound of the girl's fist connecting to his face, prevented anyone else from entering the alley.

"I don't give a damn what she's wearing," she slammed the boy's head on the ground. "She could walk around slap naked for all I care," her shoe connected harshly with his, already mutilated, nose.

"But don't you ever," she grabbed his scalp again, slamming his head against the wall numerous times. "And I mean EVER, lay your hands on a woman! You understand me?"

She was only met with the pathetic sounds of his crying and painful whimpers. Her eyebrow twitched. "I asked you a question. I said: you understand me?"

"YES! I-I UNDERSTAND! I-I'M SORRY!"

"You idiot," she finally halted her actions of slamming his head against the wall. "I'm not the one you tried to assault, am I?" She turned his bloodied face to the other girl in the alley. "Apologize to her."

"I...I-I'M SORRY, MISS! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME!"

"Well," her voice finally turned soft as she acknowledged the other girl. "Do you forgive him?"

"Y-yes," the other girl meekly answered. "I-I...think he's l-learned his l-lesson."

Nodding her head, the (eye color) eyed girl looked to the bloodied male. Harshly tightening her grip on his scalp once more, she carelessly tossed him towards the alleyway entrance. A loud 'CRASH' rang through the alley, the male having landed in a group of trash cans.

"Know this," she delivered an icy glare towards the pathetic excuse of a man. "I ever see you pull some shit like this again, you're dead where you stand."

With his tail between his legs, he pitifully ran as far as his wobbly legs could carry him. Her nose scrunched in disgust.

"Tch, he runs like a newborn deer."

Her eyes softened, the complete opposite of what they appeared like only moments ago, once they landed on the shaken-up girl a few feet away. Strolling over to her, the savior bent her knees, kneeling in front of the shaken-up girl.

"Are you alright?" Her voice soft like silk, personality altering in mere seconds. "He didn't...touch you, did he?"

"N-no," the rattled girl wiped her tear-stained cheeks. "B-but, he would have, had you not shown up. Th-thank you."

With a small, soft smile, the (blonde, brunette, etc.) nodded. Slipping off her hoodie, leaving her in a plain, white tank top. She wordlessly slipped it over the girl's body.