Now K-lee expected Roxy to keep going. Maybe flip her off or yell some threat she'd counter but what she didn't expect was for the Corvette to come roaring up on the sidewalk. Eyes huge, K-lee cast her favorite lucky charm, hoping just that she didn't get dead, before tossing her purse with Malo as far away as she could. Dead familiar meant dead her and she so didn't need that.
Or the pain that exploded out along her lower body when the car actually hit her. K-lee, who'd never done well with pain, screamed as her upper body collapsed on top of the car. This wasn't just pain, this was excruciating to her, it felt like her legs had been twisted and broken in multiple places... oh god, was that blood trickling down her leg? Had her bone broken the skin? Only a little bit and really, one of her legs was probably broken thanks to sheer luck, or a spell, but K-lee was one of the biggest wusses to walk the planet. She could've been hit with a bike and she still would've been curled up screaming.
"Fuck you," K-lee groaned, lifting her head up to glare at Roxy. Or she glared as best she could with pain caused tears clouding her eyes. "And I don't believe in karma so this is just you... being a murderous bitch." Who had hit her with a fucking car. A CAR. Oh this is not good, this hurts, nothing's ever hurt this bad. Not even getting hit in the face with that hockey stick. "So did your little fishy curl up and die? That why you're trying to kill me?" Because hitting someone with a car wasn't something you just did even to someone who had dumped you back in high school. Oh, right, telling her mom she was gay. That might be it too. Malo, you need to bring me my phone. Or figure out how to dial 911.