Summer's Trauma

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Rating: PG-13 I don't think it's going to be too graphic, but there are some adult situations so beware.

Author's note: 1. This is my first OC story so I would appreciate any feedback you might have.

2. Ryan is back from Chino. I don't really explain why or how, but he and Marissa are back together. That's not really part of the story so don't expect me do go into detail about it. This is basically Summer's story.

Summer tossed and turned in her bed as she relived the horrible night from six weeks ago in her nightmares.

"NO! Stop! I don't want to do this!" Summer struggled to break free as Tanner pinned her to the bed.

"Stop fighting it, Summer. You know you want this," Tanner said as he kissed her neck.

"No, I don't! Please don't!"

Summer sat straight up in her bed, her heart pounding. Why wouldn't that night end? Would it ever end? Her heart was beating so fast and it sounded as if someone was beating on a wall. After a moment she realized that someone was beating on a wall. She pulled on her robe and went to answer the door. She'd told all the servants that she wouldn't really be needing them without her dad home. She felt better being alone. She could be in control and secure. Having people around just made her nervous.

Summer reached the door and peeked out the window. She saw a mass of curly brown hair and took a depth breath. "You can do this, Summer. You can." She opened the door with a glare on her face. "Cohen."

She was mad, Seth thought. That was to be expected. But he could handle this. He loved her and she cared about him. He could fix this. He could make everything right. "I'm so sorry I left, Summer. It was just something I had to do. You understand, right?" She slammed the door in his face. "I guess you don't understand." He banged on the door. "Please talk to me, Summer. Please. I need you to understand." She slowly opened the door.

"What do you want? And why were you banging on the door? Why didn't you ring the doorbell like a normal person?"

"I did. You didn't answer. I want- I want to make up for what I did. I need you to know that I love you, Summer. I never meant to hurt you. You mean everything to me. You- I- I just- I'm so sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"Yes, I am. I'm so, so sorry."

"You're sorry? Well, that makes up for everything."

"Summer-"

"Yeah, that makes up for the hell I went through this summer. That makes up for you not being here. You left me a note! 'Dear Summer, I'm sorry. I've got to go. I can't stay here. Love, Seth.' What the hell was that? Was that supposed to make me feel better? Because it didn't. It just made it worse. It's all your fault. You should have been here. " She sighed. "Just leave. I have nothing to say to you anymore. I don't ever want to see you again. I can't see you again." She closed the door and leaned against it. "I hate you for not being here, Cohen," she whispered to herself. "It wouldn't have happened if you had been here. I wouldn't feel like this if you had been here."

Seth went to the beach with Ryan and Marissa later that day. "She won't even talk to me, guys."

Ryan laughed. "What did you expect, man? You left her with a note? It's not like Summer's known for her subtlety."

"I know, but I- I- I don't know. I sent the note because I wanted her to know that it had nothing to do with her. And I knew if I went and talked to her in person, I would get weak. I would not have been able to leave her. Did she talk about me at all?" He asked Marissa.

"At first, yeah, but she stopped after a while. And then she became all weird and distant. I tried to get her to talk to me, but she wouldn't."

"Did you do something?"

Marissa rolled her eyes. "No, Seth, I didn't."

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant- Why would she act distant with you?"

"I don't know. I was kind of messed up at the beginning of the summer. Maybe she just got sick of me not being there for her."

"I don't think that's it, Marissa. She could have been a little bit irritated with you, but honestly, I think it's more about Seth."

"Ryan!"

"Come on, you hurt her. Any girl would be mad at you. And Summer's not just any girl."

"What do you mean?"

"Summer's always had any guy she's ever wanted. I bet she's hardly ever been rejected. Your letter had to sting."

"I didn't reject her."

"I bet that's what she felt, though. You didn't even say good-bye."

Marissa nodded. "Ryan has a point. I know she was hurt and Summer doesn't do well with hurt."

Seth sighed. "I guess."

Ryan slapped him on the back. "Cheer up, man. Tomorrow's the first day of school. You'll see her then. I bet you can talk to her and maybe make it up to her."

Summer was watching television when she heard the doorbell ring. "Not again, Cohen." She glanced out the window and saw Marissa standing there. "Thank, God. Hi, Coop."

"Hey, Summer. What's up?" The two girls went into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Nothing. I've just been watching TV." Marissa nodded.

"Cool. So, listen. I went to the beach with Ryan and Seth today."

"I don't want to talk about Cohen."

"Summer, I understand you pissed at him. And you have ever right to be. I mean, he left you without anything but a letter. You should definitely be mad. But you at least need to talk to him. I mean, I know you love him."

"You don't know anything. And I don't want to talk to Seth, okay?"

"Maybe I don't understand your feelings exactly, but I have been there."

"Marissa, you really need to drop this."

"Summer, I just want to help you. I know that I can."

"No, you can't, okay? You don't know anything about what I went through this summer! Hell, you weren't even sober for most of it." Marissa jumped up.

"You know, Summer, I wasn't here for you like I should have been, but you are acting really strange. You're blaming me for something, but I don't know what. I have no idea what I did to you. This is getting really old really fast. You need to figure out what's wrong and fix it." Marissa walked out of the house and slammed the door.

Summer sat on the couch with tears in her eyes. "God, you're so stupid, Coop. Maybe if you'd have been there you might know what's going on." She thought back to that night again, that horrible night.

"Coop, I thought we were going to a party," Summer said, looking at her drunken friend.

"I've got the party right here, Summer. Have a drink." Marissa handed her the vodka bottle and grinned.

"Huh. I'll see you later, Coop. I'm not into this party."

Summer still sat on the couch, trying to take a deep breath. "It wasn't Coop's fault. It might have happened even if she had been sober enough to come with you. She's your best friend. You've just got to remember that. You can't screw up your whole life because of this."