Chapter 15-
Marissa began to sob as she heard the gun make the soft clicking noise. Oliver was going to kill Ryan. Her husband. Her one true love. His brains were going to be blown from his head and Marissa couldn't do anything about it because she was chained to the fucking wall. Marissa begged Oliver, pleaded, told him she would marry him, she would do anything, just don't kill Ryan and her little sister. He had already done so much. Killed her mother...kidnaped Marissa...kept her and her little sister in captivity...and now he was going to kill her sister and her husband. How could things get any worse.
"I've got Summer and Seth in there, too," smiled Oliver. He pointed the gun towards the door, as if to make a point. "Don't worry. When I'm finished, there will be nothing but you and me, Marissa. Just you and me."
Seth kicked the door and kicked it until finally he felt it give way. Seth pushed it open and clambered out the closet. "Fresh air!" he cried. Then he ran over to Summer and began to shake her. "Summer? Are you okay? Summer?"
She didn't move.
"Summer!" he sobbed. "Summer!"
Seth's eyes were filled with rage. His face was red with fire, and he quickly began to walk out of the room, across the living room, and towards the bedroom where Marissa, Kaitlyn, and Ryan were held captive. Seth stood there behind Oliver for several minutes, trying to gather his courage. The only one who saw him was Marissa, and their eyes made contact and she knew to be silent. If she made one gesture towards him, anything to alert Oliver's suspicions, he would be dead in an instant and there would be no hope for any of them.
After gathering his courage, Seth leaned back and then charged forward, leaping onto Oliver's back and flinging his arms around him. Hold on for dear life, thought Seth. Just hold on.
Oliver was shocked. Something–someone had just grabbed him from behind and thrown him to the ground. A second later, Ryan had him in a head lock, shoving his face into the carpet. "You stupid bitch," said Ryan, grabbing the gun from Oliver's hand. "Seth," said Ryan, "Call the police."
But Seth just stood there.
"Seth," said Ryan, "Call the police." He said it more firmly this time.
"He killed Summer," said Seth in a monotonous voice. "He killed her."
Marissa gasped, horrified.
"What?" said Ryan, shocked.
"He killed her. He killed Summer. Ryan, hand me the gun."
Ryan just sat there. "What?"
"He killed her, Ryan. HAND ME THE GUN."
Ryan blankly handed Seth the gun, still not knowing if what he was doing was the right thing. "He won't hurt us anymore," said Seth.
The ambulance arrived an hour later. Summer wasn't dead, contrary to the beliefs of her friends. The death of Oliver Trask, according to Ryan, was the cause of self defense. That was their story, and they were sticking to it.
Ryan, Marissa, Seth, and Summer (who was still out of breath three hours later) returned home to Newport. Ryan dropped Seth and Summer by Summer's house, and then he and Marissa decided to return to the pool house with Kaitlyn. When they reached the Cohen's house, they walked around the back so as not to cause a big riot or whatever, and opened the door to the pool house.
"Hello, Ryan," said Jupiter, who was sitting on his bed. "Long time, no see."
