Hi everyone. I'm sorry for not updating in such a long time, but I've been really busy. I was just getting my other story, Speeding Cars back on track and I never realized how hard it is to write two stories at the same time. I hope you guys haven't forgotten me and that you like this update!
charmed4eva112: Glad you liked the story! Yeah, I too liked Dr. Roberts on the show, but I always sort of thought ,until about season three he was just a bit of a weird character.
SketchyCord: Ho ho, who knows. Well you will know soon. I'm glad you like the Summer/ Ryan and Marissa/Seth friendship, I too really like that and I never thought they had enough of it on the show.
newportz-princess: Thanks so much!! Haha yeah I really enjoy writing Seth, even though I don't think I'm that good at it. He's so much fun. Glad you like the friendship between Ryan and Summer!
tines: Yeah I love it when they're all happy lol. One of these days I'll write a story where everyone is just happy haha.
ocsethummer: So glad you're liking the story. I tried to include a liittle bit of Seth's thoughts here, but there will be lots more as the story goes along.
Movies are our buisness: Thanks for the review! Glad you like the happiness, I'm a big fan of that. Wow. I just realized I say the word glad a lot haha. Anyay. Hope you like this update!
flapjacks: Thanks! Yeah, well like I said even though Dr. Roberts is really nice, up until they showed his character more, I never really liked him that much. Hope you like this.
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It's nearly two in the morning and someone is throwing rocks at Seth's window. He has no idea who's doing the rock-throwing or why but he's not in the mood for a broken window. So he gets up, opens his window and stares down at the grass. Summer's standing there, a handful of pebbles in her hand. She looks up at Seth and waves sadly. He holds up his index finger and then quietly comes downstairs. Summer's standing at the door.
"Do you think anyone heard you? Or me?" She asks nervously.
"No. I was being as stealth as possible. Are you okay?"
"Not really. My dad left for work but not before... well he just..." Summer trails off and pushes up the sleeves of her shirt to reveal a deep cut. "He won't be home for a while and I-I just didn't want to be alone."
"Oh Summer." Seth takes her in his arms and holds her tight. "You can come up to my room. It'll be okay." They fall asleep, after a while. Summer wakes up at one point, crying hysterically. "Summer." Seth says quietly. "Hey.. you're okay. It's alright, you're right here." He holds Summer close, rocks her back and forth and tells her everything will be okay.
But the truth is, he's really not so sure. Because this isn't supposed to happen to them, to her. Summer's dad isn't that guy, the alchoholic who hits his daughter, his perfect, beautiful daughter. Seth is afraid for her. He's afraid that one day, he's going to go too far. He'll hit her one too many times or throw something that's too heavy at her. He's afraid, essentially, that her own father is going to kill her. And this scares the hell out of him. So he holds her tigher and closer and sends up a little prayer.
Because hey, he's Seth.
He's got Jesus and Moses on his side.
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Seth is visiting Summer. Granted, he's not really sure why. But Summer called him and said, in this really shaky, kinda whimpery voice, that he needed to come over. So he's going. Regardless of the fact that it's two thirty in the morning. He could just tell, when Summer called that something wasn't right. He could tell by the way her voice shook, the way she kept having to stop speaking and start over. So now he's in front of the Robert's house. Ryan's waiting in the Range Rover and looks a mixture between being angry at Seth waking him up at two thirty, and concern for Summer. Seth won't actually let Ryan get out of the car, but he figures he should bring him in case he needs someone to beat Summer's dad up.
He is now faced with the problem of how he's actually going to get into the house. Finally, after walking up and down the semi-circle drive way six times, Seth discovers the lack of cars in said driveway. So he tries the handle, finds that it's open and goes up to Summer's room. And as soon as he opens her bedroom door, it's evident what happened. Why Summer had called him.
Because Summer is sitting on her bed, clutching Princess Sparkles in her hands. Her t-shirt and jeans are turned inside out, the pockets hanging out of the jeans. Her hair is a mess and a bruise is stretching from just under her eye to her lower jaw.
"Summer?" Seth asks cautiously, because Summer isn't acknowledging the fact that he's there. She's just starting straight ahead, her eyes big and vacant. Seth makes his way to the bed and sits down beside Summer. He puts his hand on her back and it's like she breaks at his touch because she starts crying, like a tiny child, into Seth's shirt. "Sum... what did he do?" He asks because he has to know, although he's pretty sure he already does.
"He tried.." Summer is shaking and she presses her hands into her eyes, at an attempt to stop the tears from falling.
"It's okay." Seth says softly. "You don't have to say it. We can't be here though. What if he comes back. You can't be here. C'mon, we'll go back to my house, or Marissa's. Ryan's waiting in the car, he can take us.. somewhere."
Summer shakes her head. "No.. Seth please no. I don't want him to see me, to know what happened it's just.. really embarassing."
"Sum, I'm getting you out of here, if your dad comes back you can't be here. Please, let's go. It'll be okay." Seth puts his hand on Summer's arm and gently strokes it with his thumb.
" 'Kay." Summer murmurs. She stands up, her face twisted in pain, and reaches for Seth's arm. Seth guides her gently downstairs and out the door. Summer keeps looking around nervously, as though she expects to see her dad pull in the driveway any second. The Range Rover is parked in the driveway and as soon as Ryan spots them he gets out of the car.
"Summer?" He asks slowly, quietly shutting the car door. His gaze drifts slowly to her inside out clothing, her tousled hair, her smudged lipstick. He nods slowly, his hands clenching into fists. "What happened."
Summer looks up at Ryan, looking like a little girl. "My dad...he attacked me... and not like the other times." Her voice cracks. "Because this time, he didn't just hit me."
Seth tightens his grip on her arm and Ryan steps forward. "C'mon." He opens the passengar door of the car and helps Summer into the car."Where are we going?"
"Home?" Seth suggest. "Pool house?" He looks over at Summer to see her feelings on the pool house.
"Sure.. I don't want your parents to know I'm there Seth, please they can't know."
"Summer are you kidding me? You have got to be joking.. he tried to rape you Summer."
"He didn't try to rape me." She says and faces the window. She's silent for the rest of the car ride.
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Ryan calls Marissa, only because he doesn't know what else to do. Because Summer won't say anything, to either of them. She's being eerily quiet, eerily calm. " 'Lo?" Marissa's voice is groggy and disorienter. "Who'sit?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Ryan?" She immediantly wakens up. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"
"Not really. It's Summer. You should probably come over here. We're in the pool house... I'll meet you out front."
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"Where is she?" Marissa asks frantically, five minutes later. Marissa's hair is in a messy ponytail. She's wearing grey sweat pants, some old t-shirt and no makeup. And yet Ryan can't help but think she looks beautiful.
"Like I said, we're in the pool house.. but she's not saying anything. She won't talk and she isn't crying.. it's scary." Marissa follows Ryan into the pool house. Summer's sitting on the bed, her legs crossed. Her clothes are still inside out. Her hair's still a mess. She isn't looking at Seth, but steals a slightly nervous glance at Marissa.
Marissa doesn't know what to do. This isn't exactly a new sensation, but she usually has some clue. She's Marissa Cooper, she's supposed to know what to do. But this is a new. Never before has she been faced with something like this, seeing her best friend like this. And then there's the fact that it's rarely Marissa making sure Summer's okay. Most of the time, it's the other way around. Summer's there to pick up the pieces that Marissa leaves lying around, making sure Marissa doesn't get hurt. Marissa wonders if this makes her a bad friend.
She thinks for a minute, playing a game of Pretend. She wonders what Summer would do, if the roles were reversed. After she thinks about it, Marissa sits down beside Summer and squeezes her hand. This feels right, after the countless times that Summer's done the same for Marissa.
"Sum," Marissa says gently, "you've gotta tell someone. I've tried.. I've tried just going along with it but I won't anymore." Marissa takes a deep breath. "If you don't tell someone, then I will."
"No.." Summer trails off. "Please. D-don't." Tears fill Summer's eyes but she makes no attempt to wipe them away, simply glancing back and forth between Seth and Ryan for backup.
"Summer, she's right," Seth says, sitting down on the other side of Summer, and putting a hand on her back. "I love you Summer and if you don't tell.. he's going to kill you."
"I just..." tears cloud Summer's eys, "I just don't want him to hurt you guys. If he can... if he can do this to me without.. without even feeling bad." Summer stops suddenly. She tucks her hair behind her ears and continues. "If he can hurt his own daughter.. he'd have no problem doing anything to you guys. And you're my best friends, if something happened to you, it'd be my fault. Because if we tell someone, then he's going to know that you guys know. And I can't.. I can't lose you guys.. you're basically all I have." Summer feels cheesy talking like this, as though she's reciting lines from some movie. But it's what she feels and if she's got to tell them so that they won't tell, then she will.
"Sum," Marissa says gently. She looks at a loss for what to do, but settles for schooching closer to her. Summer smiles sadly at them and winces as she accidentally touches a cut on her arm.
"So that's why we can't tell anyone," Summer finishes off. Ryan curses under his breath and makes a fist with his hand.
"Anyone hungry?" Seth asks, at an attempt to be halfway cheery.
"Yeah.. I could eat." Marissa says,s lightly shakily. "Bagles? French fries?"
Seth stares at Marissa with a confused look on his face. "How are you so skinny?"
She smiles, shrugs and then the four of them stand up. Summer winces and leans into Seth. They enter into the kitchen, Seth quietly shutting the door behind him. "You can wait in the living room, if you want." He says to Summer. She smiles and hobbles off, Marissa running after her, trying to help her. Marissa nearly screams out when she sees a figure sitting on the couch. The TV is on, turned down low. Sandy is staring hazily at the TV, looking as though he may fall asleep but the moment he sees Summer he sits up, looking alert.
"Summer?" Sandy asks incredously, as though there's no way the battered girl in front of him is Summer Roberts.
"Yeah."
"I think we should get Kirsten. Sit down."
