Jillian felt her own frustration spike. She didn't want to be crying because of some stupid prick and his bullying. She wanted to be strong and able to brush things off. Be cool. Be calm. She nodded to Ita and sighed, reaching up to brush some more tears away before she ran a hand back through her hair. "Alright, hon...thank you." She didn't personally know how much it would take out of Ita, but she would be thankful to say the least.
Standing up, she unfastened her jeans and pulled them down, exposing the nasty bruise on her hip. She lifted up the side of her shirt, showing the way that the bruise traveled upwards. She'd been hit hard. She had various other marks on her, scratches on her arms and a couple on her face from branches she'd run into while fleeing. Holding up the dollar bill, she placed it flat against her skin next to the bruise. The bruise was nearly bigger. Ugh.