JustLikeOtherGirlss
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Barely two steps away, I feel a tight grip on my forearm. Once again, I'm spun around, firmly and without warning. The man towers over me now, and as his grip remains unyielding, I realize-whatever he wants from me, he's not going to let it slide. Alright. Let's just get this over with.
"I'm so sorry for running into you like that, sir," I begin nervously.
- You don't need to apologize for that. I was the one who knocked you down-I shouldn't have let you fall. Let me see your hands, - it isn't really a question; he takes one of mine gently, his brow furrowing.
"You're bleeding," he says flatly. I have to agree. It's only now, through the haze of shock, that I feel the dull throb in my palm. I must have scraped it on the edge of the steps.