Gwen answered the door and saw a shaking and crying Bethany standing outside in the dark, wet from the rain. She ushered her into the warm house and took her to the bathroom. Gwen grabbed a towel and started to dry her friend off. In the light, she brushed her dripping hair back into the town and saw the marks on her face. She had a red welt around her left eye that was starting to form a nice bruise and her lip was cut and bleeding slightly. Gwen stepped back and looked her up and down noting the bruises forming on her arms and neck. She had a few scratches on her arms but all in all nothing was too serious.
Now if you asked Gwen that she would tell you even the smallest cut or the littlest bruise on any of her friends is rather serious. She frowned and moved forward, embracing her tight while Bethany sobbed. Gwen was as mad as a wet hen over this, she always got so worked up when he would beat Bethany. The no good bastard. Bethany was stuck it seemed and would not leave him. What would it take? Her death eventually if she won't get out of it soon.
She took Beth into her bedroom and got her a change of clothes. As Bethany was undressing, Gwen noticed some other marks on her body and scowled. She was getting pissed. Gweneth touched a scratch on her friend's shoulder and kissed it softly. Bethany, in turn, moved her head towards Gwen's and kissed her lips as tears streaked her face. She hugged her and spoke in a whisper to Beth,
"Everything will be okay. You don't deserve this, it will be okay..."