<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Two days after Tristyn's Assault<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/>He was going places.  He had it all wrapped up; sports, college, career and he even thought he had her wrapped up.  Well, she'd show that big meathead that he couldn't have everything.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's heart fell when she saw how Scott had beaten Tristyn physically and mentally.  He'd convinced himself that he deserved it, that she was at least tacitly in agreement with things.  That wasn't right.  She owed Tristyn a debt for what had been done to him in her name.  She owed him a<em>mitzvah</em>.  That it would serve to tell Scott she wasn't his to control wouldn't make the act any less kind or pious, right?<br/><br/>Looking around, she found a practice schedule and a dry erase marker.  It faded rapidly as she wrote, but it was legible enough.  Elizabeth capped the marker then extended the paper to Tristyn.<strong>"Saturday night.  Pick me up at my house at 8.  You'll have to come in and meet Daddy first."</strong>Elizabeth's smile was strained, uncertain, but she hoped he'd take her address.