<strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth "Two Black" Goetz<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Ice Cream Shoppe (-pe, how pretentious!)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivian<br/><br/>The sting of the ice shouldn't have been a big deal after the table hitting her and the dull, throbbing ache that had settled in.  Still she cried out like a baby when Vivian put it on, and again when she took it off.  At least the blood had stopped, though she could still taste it, all coppery and salty, in her mouth.<strong>"Owie owie owie!" </strong>she exclaimed when Vivian probed it, but didn't jerk away.  Vivian could have been a trainer, she knew so much about common injuries.<br/><strong><br/>"Daddy is going to freak the freak out,"</strong>she said glumly.<strong>"Let me see."</strong>Elizabeth leaned on Vivian far more than she needed to on the way to the mirror.<br/><br/>It was someone else. No way was that girl her.  No way.  She looked like she'd gone twenty seconds with a hungry Mike Tyson, and been an extra in a zombie flick.  Her shoulders shook, and she turned and buried her head against Vivian, not even caring how much it hurt to press her nose against her friend.<strong>"He hit me,"</strong>she managed to get out.<strong>"I can't believe he hit me."</strong>Elizabeth started crying harder.<strong>"I want to go, Vivvy.  Please, let's go."</strong>