<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Off Roading!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/><strong>"Elizabeth! Nothing that could possibly be your fault would be enough reason to almost break your nose and give you two black eyes!"</strong>The dark-skinned woman exclaims. She glances towards her friend, a genuine worried look on her features. The types of excuses Elizabeth was giving was much like those an abused spouse would give.<em>'It's my fault, I shouldn't have made him so mad, he just accidentally smashed my face in'</em>. She kept her gaze fixed on the blond woman even as the Jeep slows down. She was -truly- concerned, whatever that violent psychopath did, he had somehow already formed an abusive relationship with her friend.<br/><br/>The breaks of the Jeep squeak slightly as the vehicle comes to a stop, still on the grass, but bordering a familiar street, the street that lead up to Elizabeth's neighborhood, and home. She reaches to the side, a single hand grabbing one of the slender, pale, but blood stained hands of the other woman.<strong>"Elizabeth, I want you to listen to me, please..." </strong>She began.<strong>"You are so utterly amazing, beautiful, bright, joyful... You deserve so much better than -this-. I know you were excited about a first date, but... Look, I am sure the next date will go better, just... be sure you decide to go out with someone you -trust-."</strong><br/><br/>She did not want to go too far, she knew her friend was already emotionally wounded. "Do... you want me to talk to your mom and dad about what happened?" She asks, offering to become a buffer between them if need be.<strong>"But even if I do... there is one thing I want -you- to do... I want you to talk to Mister Golden about this. He always has something wise and witty to say... Much better than I do!"</strong>