[ he only knocks her to the floor in his scramble away from her, and she tries to catch herself with the wrong hand, rolling to her other side with a pained hiss so she can sit up. her hair is just a wild mess, stuck her face and neck in tear tracks. her heart is thudding so hard it's making her head hurt -- the anger and fury and frustration are all still there, but sonia's throat is suddenly thick and her stomach clenches.
she doesn't think she's ever seen that look on his face before. she's never seen him afraid before. afraid of her? god, no. he'd shown no fear through that beating, just that cold mockery. she cradles her strained wrist in her lap and she's still just staring at him, wide eyes tracking him as he moves. god, his hands are shaking. she feels sick, in more than one way. he's never looked at her like she was something to be afraid of. her voice is choked, thick, still a little gasping. ]
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she doesn't think she's ever seen that look on his face before. she's never seen him afraid before. afraid of her? god, no. he'd shown no fear through that beating, just that cold mockery. she cradles her strained wrist in her lap and she's still just staring at him, wide eyes tracking him as he moves. god, his hands are shaking. she feels sick, in more than one way. he's never looked at her like she was something to be afraid of. her voice is choked, thick, still a little gasping. ]
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