She's pretty; oh, she knows she's pretty. With black hair and red lips and breasts that any normal woman would envy, she's the talk of the town every time she steps out of her townhouse. Whispers rebound, whispers of "Did you see what Lola did last night?" and "Did she go home with anybody this time?" To be truthful, she somewhat likes the attention. It makes her feel wanted, and that's something her boyfriend doesn't exactly do. He's abusive, physically and mentally, he likes hurting her, and that's the reason she goes out so much - to escape his beating fists and harsh words, and that's why she always wears those long-sleeved, high-collared shirts that happen to be in fashion, because she wants to hide the bruises and the marks. But one day he hits her, and she snaps, and she hits him back with a pan and then leaves. So the next time she comes out, she's happier, because she's not drowning and she can breathe again.