Joan puts up a good fucking fight, and its a dirty, cruel thing, and it's all her. Kicking and clawing, she knees him in the balls and smacks her skull against his temple, opens her mouth, ready to bite something vital, when-

He pushes her away.

He's not just going to beat on her? That's confusing. What's his aim? But then the world begins to spin, and she drops to her knees. "What-" This isn't right. Something is wrong. Her neck hurts, hurts almost as bad as the time Matt almost choked her to death, when her mother said Thank Christ it's winter, you can wear a fucking scarf, now go to school. She looks at her fingers, and there's blood under the nails. She did that to herself?

She looks up at him, and there's fear and anger and a lot of hate. "What are you trying to do? Use small words, since I'm so dumb and all."