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The cool night's air blew mildly, slightly stinging the skin of the young woman who walked down the street, her arms wrapped tightly around her body. Shivering, she ran her hands up and down her bruised arms. Her once beautiful dress was now torn and ragged, barely clinging to her small frame. Blood was soaked into the material, staining it. Slowly, she walked toward the familiar house, where her savior awaited her. One step at a time, her bare bloody feet staining the brick walkway as she walked, the glass that was buried in the flesh, sank deeper. Shakily, she rang the doorbell and waited until a man with dark black hair answered the door.
"It's about time you guys get - ." He began but stopped once he saw the girl who was standing in front of him.
"Summer, what are you doing here?" He questioned.
"Seth." She whispered softly before stumbling forward into Seth's arms, catching her before she hit the ground.
"Woah, easy. I've got you." He told her, gently picking her up bridal style and walking into the living room, setting her on the couch.
"Summer, are you okay?" He asked, his hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused.
"Stupid question." He muttered under his breath, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"Summer, I need you to stay awake." He commanded.
"Seth, I don't feel good." She mumbled.
"Okay, hang on a second." He said standing up, but Summer lurched forward, getting sick all over the floor. Seth jumped back as she just missed his shoes. He noticed that blood was mixed with in the substance.
"Sorry." She murmured weakly.
"No, it's okay. Just let me grab the phone." He told her, but she gently grabbed his sleeve.
"Don't leave me."
"I'll just be a second. I'll come back, I promise." He announced calmly although his heart was beating hard against his chest.
"Seth?" His dad's voice called from the front door, "We're home."
"Dad, mom, thank God." He said.
"Seth, what is going on in here?" His father asked, seeing a broken and bleeding Summer on his couch.
"I don't know, dad, Summer just showed up here like this." Seth explained, "She's hurt pretty bad, dad."
"Sandy, what's going on?" His wife called from outside.
"Kristen, re-start the car." Sandy ordered.
"What? Why?" She questioned.
"Just do it." He exclaimed.
"Seth, can you pick her up?" His father asked and Seth nodded his head.
"Why?" He asked.
"We're going to drive her to the hospital ourselves." Sandy explained, stepping closer to help his son.
"Careful with her." His father instructed.
"I know." Seth responded, picking her up gently bridal style.
"Um, dad we have a problem." Seth stated his eyes staring down at the couch.
"What?" Sandy asked, his eyes looking from his son's pale face to the dark, wet stain on the couch, where Summer had been moments before. It was blood.
"Oh God."
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