Sep 1, 2017
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Well That Hurt (always accepting)
27 - scratches on arms
Sarah looked at herself, clenching and unclenching the hand in front of her, feeling the sting that the action brought, before her eyes locked on the fallen man in front of her. Did she really just punch someone?
Bringing a hand to her mouth, she continued to stare, her eyes wide. What if she’d broken something? What if she’d--
She then glanced over to her aunt, but noticed the scratches on her arms from where the man had grabbed her.
That’s right. He was trying to rob them.
She didn’t spare him another thought, instead rushing to her aunt’s side, taking her hands and looking up at her.
“Aunt Molly? Are you okay?”