A/N: Okay, I have a feeling that you guys are really going to slaughter me for not updating sooner. Really, I'm sorry, I was on vacation and I didn't have the time to update and my dear computer has been having lots of problems so even if I wanted to update, I couldn't. I know I haven't updated the other story for quite a long while either but I will get it out as soon as possible and I hope you guys are still reading! By the way, thanks for all the great reviews! On with this chapter and enjoy!

The phone was ringing and Summer leaned over to pick it up.

"Hello?"

All Summer heard was silence. Then, there was a car horn in the background.

Summer decided to try again, "Is anybody there?"

Pressing the earpiece against her ear, Summer listened intently. Was that breathing she heard?

All of a sudden, Summer had a strong feeling that it was Seth. Call it a woman's sixth sense or intuition but Summer was certain that she was right. Emotion overcame her. The possibility that Seth was on the phone was overwhelming.

"Seth?" Summer asked tentatively, her hands gripping the phone. How she wished that he would at least respond, to let her know that he was alright, to tell her that he was coming home soon, to tell her that he still loved her.

Just as sudden as the phone rang, the line went dead and Summer dropped her head. Slowly, she placed the receiver back where it belonged. The instant it was in its right place, the phone rang. Summer immediately picked it up.

"Seth?" She asked, breathless.

"Summer? Are you alright?"

"Oh hi… Kirsten." Summer tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"Listen Summer, are you free right now? I need you to head down to the pier now."

"Um, okay. I'll be there in fifteen." Summer was confused, what was going on?

"Great, I'll meet you here." And with that, Kirsten hung up.

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Summer spotted Kirsten as soon as she turned into the car park. Once out of the car, she went on over to Kirsten who gave her a hug. She was not sure but she thought Kirsten eyes were glistering with tears.

"There's something you need to see." Kirsten said simply and took hold of Summer's hand, leading her closer to the waters.

There, in the very same spot she had seen it in before, was the Summer Breeze.

Marissa turned the car into the long driveway, with a heavy heart. Her mother certainly did not seem too pleased over the phone, so what were her chances of staying at the Cohens? Close to nil perhaps. Still, she had to try to negotiate something. Probably being extra nice and sweet would help.

Getting out of the car, Marissa noticed her mother had flung the door open and was waiting for her in the doorway, her arms were folded and she was tapping her foot impatiently. Her chances were definitely not looking good.

When Marissa reached the door, Julie glared at her before firing a series of questions, "What took you so long? Where were you? Out in the early hours of the morning?"

Marissa tried her best not to return the glare. "Let's see, this house is practically on the outskirts, naturally it'll take quite a while to get here." Marissa couldn't resist throwing in another line; "You don't want me speeding do you?"

Julie opened her mouth to speak but Marissa continued on, "I was at the Cohens. And, it's not exactly the early hours of the morning. It's ten. Oh wait, I forgot, to you, ten is in the 'early hours of the morning'. Of course, since you really need your beauty sleep." Marissa smirked; she just was not born to be nice to her mother. It was impossible.

Julie gasped, her hands flew up to her face. She quickly put them down when she realized that she had let her daughter win this one. "All you do is spend time at the Cohens, what are they? Your home?"

"Actually yeah, it is. Kirsten treats me more like a daughter than you ever have in the seventeen years of my life."

"YOU!" Julie yelled. "How dare you say that? It took me so much to bring you up; you're so ungrateful! That's it, pack now! Go to your room and pack!"

"Pack?" Marissa was bewildered. Unless that meant… she was sending her away? Great, she had really done herself in this time.

"Well, I was hoping for a nice, quiet, happy holiday as a family but obviously you have to ruin everything. Now, can you just not irritate me? Go!" Julie shooed Marissa towards the stairs.

In normal circumstances, Marissa would have minded a 'nice, quiet, happy holiday as a family' but after thinking that Julie was about to send her away, Marissa did not mind the holiday at all. At least that meant she was coming back to Newport.

Marissa entered her room and opened the door to her walk-in wardrobe. Staring at the racks of clothes, she realized that she had no idea what to pack or how much to pack. Julie had not said anything about where they were going or how long they were going away for.

Pushing open her door, Marissa headed for the staircase, thinking her mother was still downstairs. As she neared the staircase, she heard her mother's voice and followed it till she saw her mother. Her mother was on her phone and boy, was she not happy at all.

"What do you mean next week? You know I need the money by tomorrow, I'm leaving on Monday!"

'Right, my mom needs money when she's married to Caleb Nichol.' Marissa thought. Sensing something was amiss; she stayed hidden behind the wall to eavesdrop on the rest of the conversation.

"What do you mean there's a problem? I don't care! It's your duty to go 'fix' the problem!" Marissa winced, sympathizing with the person on the other side of the line. Julie had to always have her way…

"You sold the flower painting for a miserable two hundred?" Julie yelled and Marissa tore her attention away from Julie to look at the spot where the painting once hung. The painting was indeed gone, and Marissa was puzzled. Why did her mother have to sell the painting though? Taking a few steps back towards her room, Marissa realized that many of the expensive decorative items that once filled the house were gone. What on earth was going on?