"Just turn around and walk away, sweetheart. I'll be nice and pretend I didn't see you, just for today"
With amusement in her tone, Mars gives Amaya a wink. Still, it does not feel overly flirtatious or amusing in any way. Instead, it is almost thre...
Getting pushed down and landing on cold, hard concrete is not exactly ideal.
It hurts in that harsh and sudden way, showing no mercy as it scratches up her knees until they bleed and her hands until they have blisters. The hardness of the ground makes the fall heavier and infinitely more painful than say: the classroom floor. But the bumps and cracks in it dig into her skin and scratch it up into small, dirty bruises. The pain burns immediately. Like somebody had poured salt on her wounds, the pain spreads and lingers and doesn't stop.
And yet in the midst of all that, Amaya has to sit there and take it. There is a much bigger danger looming above her head that needs to be addressed, and so the blossoming pain fades off into the distance, to the very back of her brain.
"You know Amaya, I always knew you were special from the rest of my little playthings"
Amaya sucks in a deep breath of air and shakes her head. Nope, she's not doing this today. She's not playing along with whatever game Julia is trying today, no way. Despite the fall taking a hit to her legs, she makes a steady attempt to stand up. Julia straight up laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder and easily pushing her back to her half-seated position on the cold concrete alleyway-ground.
They're both standing above her, Yaakov and Julia. One with a smile, and one with a stoic face.
"Can't you let me finish?"
"Let go of me!"
Julia sighs dramatically, as Amaya continues to fight. She's been pushed to the ground almost immediately while her head was still going through the five stages of grief at the first sight of Julia, and now there seems to be no escape. If she's down on the ground, it's easy for the two of them to keep her there. Especially when she feels that throbbing pain in her thigh, which must've come from the fall.
Julia puts a hand on her head, and Amaya feels her blood run cold. The brown-haired girl's fingers close around her hair, and slowly Amaya can begin to feel the stinging of her pull. It forces gasps up her throat and tears into her eyes, as her hands instinctively rise up to claw at Julia's pretty hands.
"Anyway, like I said. I've always known you were a bit different from the rest. You've always fought back, to start off"
She stares up into Julia's cold, unforgiving eyes, looks at that smug smile hidden behind layers of fake seriousness, and observes the amusement in her tone. When Amaya really digs her nails into Julia's hand, the girl above her rolls her eyes and pulls at her hair, hard. Amaya can't help the little yelp that leaves her lips. The tears that were gathering in her eyes, a result of the sting, fall down her cheeks out of pure reaction. Julia's eyes light up with excitement. Amaya feels horrified at how compromised she suddenly is.
