She Ran. Thats all she could do is run.

On a hot Summers day, we began to hear a voice crying outloud. The noise came from a distance, shortly coming closer to us. It was a girl who reffered herself to Barbie. Her out of controll , intoxicated boyfriend had gotten violant. He began to beat her as if she had stolen something. Her eyes were red. Her eyes were puffy like marshmellows. She ran. All she could do was run. Nothing else seemed to be able to stop her fisty boyfriend from outrageously beating her.