She hated making a big deal about the scars, but it was her current explanation for her needing to have self-defense lessons. It was a lot easier than to try to explain that she wanted to make sure she didn't die if whatever that weekend had decided to happen again. God help anybody who was going to try to use her as a midnight snack. Ileana followed him into the living room, shrugging off her hoodie and placing it over the arm of the couch. She walked to the middle of the room, "Okay, sure. I don't mind."
Ileana wasn't sure she could actually throw anyone. She looked about half the size of John, but if he thought she could learn she might as well try.