Ryan Atwood lay wide awake in bed. He turned and looked at the clock next to him. The red numbers told him it was three am. He looked to his other side and saw a sleeping redhead. Lindsay. His Fiancée. He just couldn't sleep at all and he had no idea why. Sudden;y, he heard his phone ring. Lindsay stirred beside him. "Who's calling you?" she asked almost annoyed. Ryan looked at the number that appeared. 'Marissa' was what the large digital letters revealed. Was this some kind of sick joke? Marissa had left four years ago with Volchok.
He answered the phone, although it wasn't Marissa's voice on the other end. "RYAN! He's killing her!" Someone screamed. It took a few seconds for the voice to process in his head. Summer. "Summer? What? Where are you?" Ryan began panicking. "Ryan! I'm under the pier. Hurry! OUCH GET OFF!" was the last thing Ryan heard before Summer hung up the phone. Or at least he hoped it was Summer who ended the conversation.
"Linds, I've got to go," Ryan said as he quickly put on his pants. "Why? Who the hell was that?" Lindsay snapped at him. "It was Summer. I think she's in trouble," Ryan replied as he continued getting dressed. "Wouldn't you rather stay here? I'm sure she's fine," Lindsay said. She had never really liked Summer or Seth, but she liked Ryan so she put up with them. Summer and Seth hated her and but Ryan was their friend so they didn't push him. "No. I'll be back soon," Ryan said at last as he left his and Lindsay's apartment.
He arrived at the pier quickly and began to run until he could see Summer. Summer was his friend and sister in law and so help the person that did anything to her. Unfortunately Ryan still had no idea who Summer was talking about. He quickly made it over to Summer and threw the guy off of her. He held her as she cried. After a couple seconds she pushed him away.
"Summer, what's going on?" he asked. Summer merely pointed at a girl who was being beat far worse than Summer was. Ryan, being chivalrous, didn't care who that girl was, he went over and punched the man, continuously. When the man was unconscious, Ryan gave the rest of the men a look which scared them and they dragged off their knocked out buddy. The girl was curled up in a ball on the sand, and Ryan bent down to get a good look at her face. But he wasn't ready for what he saw. "Oh my God, Marissa?" was all he was able to choke out.