Summer slowly opened her eyes and moaned. Her head throbbed and she didn't
know where she was. But all at once she remembered everything. Tears
cascaded down her pale face as she thought of the argument. She began to
get up, but stopped. The pain in her head increased horribly, but after a
few seconds it had passed. She got up and headed out of her bedroom. Her
vision was a little blurry and it took a bit to realize the door was
locked. Her father must have locked her in.
Summer stumbled down the stairs and went to the dining room. Her whole family was there. They stopped their conversation and stared at Summer.
"Oh good. You're up." Summer's step-mother was being unusually nice. She obviously had gotten the same talk Summer had gotten form her father, but it must have ended well. She must have agreed to forget the whole thing. "Sit down. Eat."
"No thanks. I'm fine." Summer answered.
"Nonsense. Take a seat."
"Oh, Summer. Kirsten Cohen called earlier. Call her back." Her father told Summer.
"Okay." Summer was still a little out of it. Her head still hurt, and all she wanted to do was sleep. But she had to act normal. She couldn't let anyone know.
"So Summer. How was your day?" Her step-mother continued to pretend.
"It was fine." Summer's step-mother got up and left. She came back, carrying a plate of food.
"Here. Eat." Her step-mom sat back down and Summer played with her food. She wasn't hungry. She felt sick. She wanted to crawl into a corner and cry herself to sleep.
"May I be excused?" Everyone stared at Summer like she was an alien.
"You haven't eaten anything." Her abuser commented.
"I'm not hungry."
"Fine. Go." Summer rushed out of the dining room and went to her rom. She grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar phone number of the Cohens.
"Hello?" Kirsten picked up after two rings. There was anticipation in her voice, as though she was waiting for someone to call.
"Hi, Mrs. Cohen. It's Summer."
"Oh hi Summer."
"You called earlier?"
"Yes. Um, could you possibly come over?"
"I, I guess I could."
"Great. I'll see you soon bye."
"Bye." Summer hung up. She went back downstairs and into the dining room, where the rest of the family was still eating. "I'm gonna go out."
"Be back by 8:30." Her father said in-between bites.
"It's 8:00 right now."
"Don't be late." Summer went upstairs again, grabbed her school books and an outfit, and stuffed them into a bag. She left the house and got into her car. She pulled out and headed to the Cohens. Summer didn't want to know what would happen if she was late.
Sandy Cohen opened the door to find Summer Roberts standing there. She looked incredibly tired, as if she was going to fall over in exhaustion.
"Hello, Summer." he greeted her and welcomed her in.
"Hi, Mr. Cohen." She said softly. Something was wrong. But he didn't have enough time to investigate though, for Kirsten walked in at that exact moment.
"Hi Summer." She greeted her as cheerfully as she could.
"Hi, Mrs. Cohen."
"Listen honey. We need to talk." Sandy watched as Summer became very scared. She breathed heavily and her eyes shot around.
"What about?" Summer asked in a higher-than-normal voice.
"Seth." Sandy saw the fear go away, slight confusion taking over. "Sit down." Sandy followed the girls into the living room where they all sat down. He studied Summer's face. He noticed things he hadn't noticed before. Even with makeup on, Sandy could still see a slash on a cheek that was black and blue. Her lips were cracked and she seemed uneasy.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Did Seth ever mention going somewhere?"
"No," Summer replied, shaking her head. "Why?"
"Seth....ran away. Saturday." Kirsten told Summer seriously.
"You're kidding, right?" She questioned, getting misty eyed.
"No. I'm sorry. He left you a note. Sandy, could you go get it?"
"Yeah, sure." Sandy answered. He got up and looked over to Summer. He saw something that made him take a second glance. Though almost hidden, Sandy saw a red spot. He could barely see it thorough Summer's dark auburn hair. But Summer moved her head and Sandy could no longer see it. He began to convince himself it was a trick of the mind as he went upstairs and into Seth's room. Just as he had expected, it was empty. He grabbed the note addressed to Summer and returned downstairs. Sandy then handed the note to Summer. She opened it, read it, shed some tears, and handed the note to Kirsten, who also read it, but did not cry. She had already cried enough in the last four days. At last, the note was given to Sandy.
Summer,
Hey. I hate to upset you, but I'm leaving for a little bit. Where? I can't tell you because I know my parents will get hold of this, they'll have the CIA swarming around. Plus, I don't even know. But I will be back at some point that I don't know yet. With Ryan gone, I'm really freaked out to know what will happen. He was the glue that got us together and kept us together. But someday, I will come back(hopefully before the next school year starts) and don't go dating another guy. Oh yeah, and take care of my parents. Without me or Ryan, they'll be wrecks. So I'll see you when I see you and I love you.
Seth
Seth had been right. Sandy was about to call the CIA in on Sunday, but Kirsten had stopped him. They still had no lead. Their last try would be Ryan.
"So you don't know anything of where he would be?" Kirsten asked as Sandy handed the note back to Summer.
"No, I don't." Summer answered.
"I guess he left because Ryan left."
"Uh-huh." Summer nodded. "When I talked to him last at the wedding, he was really upset about it."
"I just can't believe he would do this. It's so unlike him."
"Sorry to go off subject," Sandy began, "but...Summer, what happened to your cheek?"She looked up at Sandy and he could see a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. But then she looked down again.
"Oh, my brother and me were fighting. He took one of his action figures and threw it at me." She answered. She only glanced up at Sandy two or three times, but directing most of her speech to the coffee table. She looked over to Kirsten. "Um, what time is it?"
"It is...." Kirsten looked at her watch, "8:24."
"8:24?"
"Well, actually now it's 8:25, but yeah."
"I have to go. Um, I'm really sorry about Seth. If I learn anything, I'll tell you." Summer said as she rushed to the door "Bye." And then she was gone.
"That was strange." Kirsten exclaimed.
"I don't know." Sandy commented, not entirely sure about anything at that moment.
"What do you mean? And what was with that question about her cheek?"
"I just don't think an action figure could have done that."
"What are you getting at, Sandy?" Kirsten looked at her husband with confusion.
"Do you remember when you told her that you needed to talk about something?"
"Yeah....."
"She got really freaked out."
"Well, anyone would..."
"But when you said it was about Seth, she calmed down."
"I'm not getting you Sandy. What are you trying to say?"
"Something's not right here."
Seth Cohen laid on the Summer Breeze on Thursday morning staring out into the sky. He had almost been gone a week. He was amazed he had gotten this far. Seth probably would've called someone, but he didn't have a cell phone.
He really had no clue where he was fully headed. He wanted to sail up the coast now, after giving up on sailing to Tahiti. It was a 42 day trip, and he definitely knew he didn't have enough supplies to get him there. He decided to end his sail north at northern California, and then he could sail back down. He had gone on land once already, but forgetting the name of the town. Seth had got some money out of the bank, bought some food and water, slept over and was back on his boat the next morning.
Sailing was very lonely. He had no one to talk to, forgetting Captain Oats at home. Every so often,(more so every other minute) Seth thought of Summer. Damn, he missed her. He wondered what she was doing at that moment. Good thing he didn't know, because if he did know, he'd beg not to. At that precise moment, Summer Roberts was sleeping in her car, afraid to go home.
Seth thought about his parents. They probably were going insane. He had never done something like this. He was almost afraid to go back home. The day would have to come sometime. He would have to face them someday. But he shouldn't be thinking about the future. He had to think about now. Live in the moment.
But his thoughts kept drifting off to the people he left in Newport. And Chino. Did Ryan even know Seth had run away? Most likely not. Why would he care? He was too busy with his Chino life he had with Theresa. Soon, the baby would be born, and Ryan would forget all about Newport. It would be old news. He'd forget about the Cohens, Marissa, Summer. Maybe everyone had already forgotten about Seth. Maybe they had just moved on saying, "Oh well." Did they care about Seth? Had he been important? Did they miss him? Or was he better off alone out in the ocean? Seth had confused himself.
God, he missed Summer. Him and her were the perfect couple, no matter what Summer's dad said. He loved her so deeply, and he would do anything for her. But then, why the hell did he leave her? Sometimes he hated acting on emotions. He always seemed to screw up. But he couldn't go back now. He wanted to get far away, so he could have the adventure of his life.
So he steered his boat, and continued on his way.
Summer's cell phone alarm went off by her bead. She snapped awake, having barely slept. It took her a bit to remember where she was, but soon enough she did. Her short term memory seemed to be failing more often now.
Summer changed with difficulty, but eventually getting it right. She only had her compact and the small mirrors to get her hair and makeup done. Her hair was a rat's nest, hardly able to get a hairbrush through it. She put cover-up on, waiting to apply the rest of her makeup in the school bathroom.
She pulled off the side of the road and headed to school. Finals were coming up, and she had yet to study for them. Most of her school books were in the backseat, and the rest in her locker at Harbor High. She left none at her house, just in cause she wouldn't go back there for a while. She was truly afraid to go back home. What would her father do?
The abused teen pulled into the Harbor High parking lot. There were a lot of fancy, new cars. She parked, grabbed her purse and books, and headed into school. Her first stop was the bathroom, so she could put on her face. She had just finished applying lip gloss when Marissa came into the bathroom.
"Sum! Where were you last night?" She saw Marissa say in the mirror. Summer turned to Marissa. "I called you like three times. Your dad said you weren't home. He sounded pissed." Marissa looked at Summer with concern on her face.
"Sorry. I stayed over at the Cohens." Summer quickly lied.
"Oh, so you talked to them?"
"Yeah."
"I can't believe Seth would just run away because of Ryan. Did he ever talk to you about anything?"
"All he said really was that this place would be hell without Ryan."
"Gosh." The bell rang. "Shit. We gotta go to class. I'll see you....third period, okay?"
"Yeah." Marissa left and Summer followed. She dropped by her locker to put her books away and grab some others before heading to her pre- calculus class. She was almost late, but she barely made it. Summer hardly listened as the teacher droned on. She was ready to take a nap. Half the class already was. This class was the most boring class ever with the most boring teacher.
Summer was just resting her head on the desk when the phone rang. It woke her up and she cursed under her breath. No one paid any attention to the cuss, for most of the class was yawning and stretching. All she wanted to do was sleep. And that goddamn phone took it away. But then the teacher stared at Summer when he had hung up.
"Summer, please go to Dr. Kim's office." Summer began to get up. "Take your stuff." Summer picked up her books. There were some 'ooo's', but Summer ignored them. She left the room and headed to the main office. She breathed deeply. What had she done?
"Summer," Dr. Kim started, " I received a call about ten minutes ago from your father asking if you were at school." Summer sat in Dr. Kim's office on edge now. She was afraid. "I told him that you were here and I asked why. He said you hadn't come home last night. Now I know this is none of my business, so I won't ask you where you had been or anything. But your father is coming by to pick you up." Summer's fear skyrocketed.
"I still have classes...."
"Your father wants to take you home. He'll be here in a couple of minutes." Summer feared the worst. Alone with her father. What would he do? "Ah, here he comes now." Summer turned around. Dr. Kim was right. Her father, with a smile plastered on his face, was walking towards them. That wasn't a couple minutes, it was a couple of seconds. "Hello, Mr. Roberts."
"Hello." He answered back.
"Well, Summer is here and ready. So you two have a good day, and Summer, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Why?" Summer questioned.
"You have school tomorrow."
"Oh." Neil and Summer Roberts left, with Summer trying to get away, and they got into Neil's car. He started driving and Summer wondered what would happen to her car. He drove slower than usual.
"So, what did you do last night?" Neil asked as he began to pull over.
"Nothing." Summer answered, terrified already.
"Well, you had to have done something. You were out all night."
"I didn't want to be late."
"Any time after 8:30 would've been late."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't think you are." They sat in silence for a while. "So what should we do?"
"I don't know." Summer answered quietly.
"Did you tell anyone?"
"No."
"You better have not."
"I didn't."
"What did that Kirsten Cohen want?"
"She wanted to talk about something."
"And what would that be?"
"Seth."
"What about him? Summer didn't answer. "Tell me."
"I don't want to."
"Tell me, god dammit."
"He ran away." Summer finally confessed.
"Oh okay. So here's a question. Are you going to follow him and run away yourself?" Her father was being sarcastic and plain evil.
"No."
"Are you going to tell anyone?"
"No."
"Good. But we still need to discuss about last night." Her father pulled back on the road and they drove home. Summer jumped out and headed inside the minute he put the brake on. "Summer, get back here." She didn't listen. "Summer, get your ass back over here." She headed up the stairs and into her room. She locked the door. "Summer! I'm sick of this! You're pissing me off!" Summer crawled into her closet as her father slammed the front door shut. No one else was home. Tears fell down Summer's face. It was just her and her father.
Summer stumbled down the stairs and went to the dining room. Her whole family was there. They stopped their conversation and stared at Summer.
"Oh good. You're up." Summer's step-mother was being unusually nice. She obviously had gotten the same talk Summer had gotten form her father, but it must have ended well. She must have agreed to forget the whole thing. "Sit down. Eat."
"No thanks. I'm fine." Summer answered.
"Nonsense. Take a seat."
"Oh, Summer. Kirsten Cohen called earlier. Call her back." Her father told Summer.
"Okay." Summer was still a little out of it. Her head still hurt, and all she wanted to do was sleep. But she had to act normal. She couldn't let anyone know.
"So Summer. How was your day?" Her step-mother continued to pretend.
"It was fine." Summer's step-mother got up and left. She came back, carrying a plate of food.
"Here. Eat." Her step-mom sat back down and Summer played with her food. She wasn't hungry. She felt sick. She wanted to crawl into a corner and cry herself to sleep.
"May I be excused?" Everyone stared at Summer like she was an alien.
"You haven't eaten anything." Her abuser commented.
"I'm not hungry."
"Fine. Go." Summer rushed out of the dining room and went to her rom. She grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar phone number of the Cohens.
"Hello?" Kirsten picked up after two rings. There was anticipation in her voice, as though she was waiting for someone to call.
"Hi, Mrs. Cohen. It's Summer."
"Oh hi Summer."
"You called earlier?"
"Yes. Um, could you possibly come over?"
"I, I guess I could."
"Great. I'll see you soon bye."
"Bye." Summer hung up. She went back downstairs and into the dining room, where the rest of the family was still eating. "I'm gonna go out."
"Be back by 8:30." Her father said in-between bites.
"It's 8:00 right now."
"Don't be late." Summer went upstairs again, grabbed her school books and an outfit, and stuffed them into a bag. She left the house and got into her car. She pulled out and headed to the Cohens. Summer didn't want to know what would happen if she was late.
Sandy Cohen opened the door to find Summer Roberts standing there. She looked incredibly tired, as if she was going to fall over in exhaustion.
"Hello, Summer." he greeted her and welcomed her in.
"Hi, Mr. Cohen." She said softly. Something was wrong. But he didn't have enough time to investigate though, for Kirsten walked in at that exact moment.
"Hi Summer." She greeted her as cheerfully as she could.
"Hi, Mrs. Cohen."
"Listen honey. We need to talk." Sandy watched as Summer became very scared. She breathed heavily and her eyes shot around.
"What about?" Summer asked in a higher-than-normal voice.
"Seth." Sandy saw the fear go away, slight confusion taking over. "Sit down." Sandy followed the girls into the living room where they all sat down. He studied Summer's face. He noticed things he hadn't noticed before. Even with makeup on, Sandy could still see a slash on a cheek that was black and blue. Her lips were cracked and she seemed uneasy.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Did Seth ever mention going somewhere?"
"No," Summer replied, shaking her head. "Why?"
"Seth....ran away. Saturday." Kirsten told Summer seriously.
"You're kidding, right?" She questioned, getting misty eyed.
"No. I'm sorry. He left you a note. Sandy, could you go get it?"
"Yeah, sure." Sandy answered. He got up and looked over to Summer. He saw something that made him take a second glance. Though almost hidden, Sandy saw a red spot. He could barely see it thorough Summer's dark auburn hair. But Summer moved her head and Sandy could no longer see it. He began to convince himself it was a trick of the mind as he went upstairs and into Seth's room. Just as he had expected, it was empty. He grabbed the note addressed to Summer and returned downstairs. Sandy then handed the note to Summer. She opened it, read it, shed some tears, and handed the note to Kirsten, who also read it, but did not cry. She had already cried enough in the last four days. At last, the note was given to Sandy.
Summer,
Hey. I hate to upset you, but I'm leaving for a little bit. Where? I can't tell you because I know my parents will get hold of this, they'll have the CIA swarming around. Plus, I don't even know. But I will be back at some point that I don't know yet. With Ryan gone, I'm really freaked out to know what will happen. He was the glue that got us together and kept us together. But someday, I will come back(hopefully before the next school year starts) and don't go dating another guy. Oh yeah, and take care of my parents. Without me or Ryan, they'll be wrecks. So I'll see you when I see you and I love you.
Seth
Seth had been right. Sandy was about to call the CIA in on Sunday, but Kirsten had stopped him. They still had no lead. Their last try would be Ryan.
"So you don't know anything of where he would be?" Kirsten asked as Sandy handed the note back to Summer.
"No, I don't." Summer answered.
"I guess he left because Ryan left."
"Uh-huh." Summer nodded. "When I talked to him last at the wedding, he was really upset about it."
"I just can't believe he would do this. It's so unlike him."
"Sorry to go off subject," Sandy began, "but...Summer, what happened to your cheek?"She looked up at Sandy and he could see a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. But then she looked down again.
"Oh, my brother and me were fighting. He took one of his action figures and threw it at me." She answered. She only glanced up at Sandy two or three times, but directing most of her speech to the coffee table. She looked over to Kirsten. "Um, what time is it?"
"It is...." Kirsten looked at her watch, "8:24."
"8:24?"
"Well, actually now it's 8:25, but yeah."
"I have to go. Um, I'm really sorry about Seth. If I learn anything, I'll tell you." Summer said as she rushed to the door "Bye." And then she was gone.
"That was strange." Kirsten exclaimed.
"I don't know." Sandy commented, not entirely sure about anything at that moment.
"What do you mean? And what was with that question about her cheek?"
"I just don't think an action figure could have done that."
"What are you getting at, Sandy?" Kirsten looked at her husband with confusion.
"Do you remember when you told her that you needed to talk about something?"
"Yeah....."
"She got really freaked out."
"Well, anyone would..."
"But when you said it was about Seth, she calmed down."
"I'm not getting you Sandy. What are you trying to say?"
"Something's not right here."
Seth Cohen laid on the Summer Breeze on Thursday morning staring out into the sky. He had almost been gone a week. He was amazed he had gotten this far. Seth probably would've called someone, but he didn't have a cell phone.
He really had no clue where he was fully headed. He wanted to sail up the coast now, after giving up on sailing to Tahiti. It was a 42 day trip, and he definitely knew he didn't have enough supplies to get him there. He decided to end his sail north at northern California, and then he could sail back down. He had gone on land once already, but forgetting the name of the town. Seth had got some money out of the bank, bought some food and water, slept over and was back on his boat the next morning.
Sailing was very lonely. He had no one to talk to, forgetting Captain Oats at home. Every so often,(more so every other minute) Seth thought of Summer. Damn, he missed her. He wondered what she was doing at that moment. Good thing he didn't know, because if he did know, he'd beg not to. At that precise moment, Summer Roberts was sleeping in her car, afraid to go home.
Seth thought about his parents. They probably were going insane. He had never done something like this. He was almost afraid to go back home. The day would have to come sometime. He would have to face them someday. But he shouldn't be thinking about the future. He had to think about now. Live in the moment.
But his thoughts kept drifting off to the people he left in Newport. And Chino. Did Ryan even know Seth had run away? Most likely not. Why would he care? He was too busy with his Chino life he had with Theresa. Soon, the baby would be born, and Ryan would forget all about Newport. It would be old news. He'd forget about the Cohens, Marissa, Summer. Maybe everyone had already forgotten about Seth. Maybe they had just moved on saying, "Oh well." Did they care about Seth? Had he been important? Did they miss him? Or was he better off alone out in the ocean? Seth had confused himself.
God, he missed Summer. Him and her were the perfect couple, no matter what Summer's dad said. He loved her so deeply, and he would do anything for her. But then, why the hell did he leave her? Sometimes he hated acting on emotions. He always seemed to screw up. But he couldn't go back now. He wanted to get far away, so he could have the adventure of his life.
So he steered his boat, and continued on his way.
Summer's cell phone alarm went off by her bead. She snapped awake, having barely slept. It took her a bit to remember where she was, but soon enough she did. Her short term memory seemed to be failing more often now.
Summer changed with difficulty, but eventually getting it right. She only had her compact and the small mirrors to get her hair and makeup done. Her hair was a rat's nest, hardly able to get a hairbrush through it. She put cover-up on, waiting to apply the rest of her makeup in the school bathroom.
She pulled off the side of the road and headed to school. Finals were coming up, and she had yet to study for them. Most of her school books were in the backseat, and the rest in her locker at Harbor High. She left none at her house, just in cause she wouldn't go back there for a while. She was truly afraid to go back home. What would her father do?
The abused teen pulled into the Harbor High parking lot. There were a lot of fancy, new cars. She parked, grabbed her purse and books, and headed into school. Her first stop was the bathroom, so she could put on her face. She had just finished applying lip gloss when Marissa came into the bathroom.
"Sum! Where were you last night?" She saw Marissa say in the mirror. Summer turned to Marissa. "I called you like three times. Your dad said you weren't home. He sounded pissed." Marissa looked at Summer with concern on her face.
"Sorry. I stayed over at the Cohens." Summer quickly lied.
"Oh, so you talked to them?"
"Yeah."
"I can't believe Seth would just run away because of Ryan. Did he ever talk to you about anything?"
"All he said really was that this place would be hell without Ryan."
"Gosh." The bell rang. "Shit. We gotta go to class. I'll see you....third period, okay?"
"Yeah." Marissa left and Summer followed. She dropped by her locker to put her books away and grab some others before heading to her pre- calculus class. She was almost late, but she barely made it. Summer hardly listened as the teacher droned on. She was ready to take a nap. Half the class already was. This class was the most boring class ever with the most boring teacher.
Summer was just resting her head on the desk when the phone rang. It woke her up and she cursed under her breath. No one paid any attention to the cuss, for most of the class was yawning and stretching. All she wanted to do was sleep. And that goddamn phone took it away. But then the teacher stared at Summer when he had hung up.
"Summer, please go to Dr. Kim's office." Summer began to get up. "Take your stuff." Summer picked up her books. There were some 'ooo's', but Summer ignored them. She left the room and headed to the main office. She breathed deeply. What had she done?
"Summer," Dr. Kim started, " I received a call about ten minutes ago from your father asking if you were at school." Summer sat in Dr. Kim's office on edge now. She was afraid. "I told him that you were here and I asked why. He said you hadn't come home last night. Now I know this is none of my business, so I won't ask you where you had been or anything. But your father is coming by to pick you up." Summer's fear skyrocketed.
"I still have classes...."
"Your father wants to take you home. He'll be here in a couple of minutes." Summer feared the worst. Alone with her father. What would he do? "Ah, here he comes now." Summer turned around. Dr. Kim was right. Her father, with a smile plastered on his face, was walking towards them. That wasn't a couple minutes, it was a couple of seconds. "Hello, Mr. Roberts."
"Hello." He answered back.
"Well, Summer is here and ready. So you two have a good day, and Summer, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Why?" Summer questioned.
"You have school tomorrow."
"Oh." Neil and Summer Roberts left, with Summer trying to get away, and they got into Neil's car. He started driving and Summer wondered what would happen to her car. He drove slower than usual.
"So, what did you do last night?" Neil asked as he began to pull over.
"Nothing." Summer answered, terrified already.
"Well, you had to have done something. You were out all night."
"I didn't want to be late."
"Any time after 8:30 would've been late."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't think you are." They sat in silence for a while. "So what should we do?"
"I don't know." Summer answered quietly.
"Did you tell anyone?"
"No."
"You better have not."
"I didn't."
"What did that Kirsten Cohen want?"
"She wanted to talk about something."
"And what would that be?"
"Seth."
"What about him? Summer didn't answer. "Tell me."
"I don't want to."
"Tell me, god dammit."
"He ran away." Summer finally confessed.
"Oh okay. So here's a question. Are you going to follow him and run away yourself?" Her father was being sarcastic and plain evil.
"No."
"Are you going to tell anyone?"
"No."
"Good. But we still need to discuss about last night." Her father pulled back on the road and they drove home. Summer jumped out and headed inside the minute he put the brake on. "Summer, get back here." She didn't listen. "Summer, get your ass back over here." She headed up the stairs and into her room. She locked the door. "Summer! I'm sick of this! You're pissing me off!" Summer crawled into her closet as her father slammed the front door shut. No one else was home. Tears fell down Summer's face. It was just her and her father.
