She didn't escape. She let him hold her, shaking with anger and rage and struggling not to cry. He had loosened his grip. She could feel it, but she didn't move away. She wanted to. She did. She wanted to punch him and run away again. But she didn't she just stood there shaking, trying to think of new swear words and insults to throw at him. T.J. knew that half of her face was red and she didn't want him to see. He knew how upset she was, but the fact that one side of her face turned red when she was upset and that the other side was just scared and burned and dead. 

So rather than pulling away from him she buried her face against his shoulder, but her voice was still an angry growl. "You're a jerk. I don't need your pity." She was strong enough to handle it. She had to be. People staring at her. Whispers when she walked by. In public. It was better in the wizarding world. There had been a war on. A lot of people had scars, not everyones were as visible as T.J.'s but people knew better than to say something. The muggle world with her parents was not so forgiving. "You don't have to lie to me. You can just be a jerk. If you didn't mean to b e a dick it that's fine, I'll get over it. But you can't lie to me. It only makes it worse if you lie."