Disclaimer: I don't own the OC. Wow, if I got a dollar for everytime I wrote that... well, I still wouldn't be so wealthy as Josh.

Aw, thank you all for saying this story is great and cute. :) However this chapter isn't so very cute, so... uh I hope you still like it.

What Seth's secret was? It was that he was getting bullied by his class-mates. It isn't a real big secret, but he hides it from his family and he never told it to anyone.

Monday

"Then you talk about 1860 when cowboys..."

Next week they had to send in their project and do a presentation as well. They were discussing the last things to say about their presentation.

"But that's what you're going to talk about," he was sure she had made a mistake.

Summer narrowed her eyes when she looked at him, wondering whether she should tell him or not. She had promised to don't tell anyone, but she wanted him to know and she trusted him the most of all people.

"You can't tell anyone, okay?"

Seth nodded. He wondered why she acted so mysterious.

"I'm leaving Friday... so you have to do this presentation alone," Summer stopped for a moment when she saw his disappointed face, "...which should be good, you like to talk, now you can talk the whole presentation," she smiled slightly, knowing that her words weren't a real consolation.

He still looked astonished at her.

"We're leaving with the train in the evening. My mother finally has the courage to leave my father. I mean, isn't this awesome? We are going to be freed from that man. He can't ruin our lives anymore, not ever again. He's going to be so mad when he finds o..." Summer rambled to avoid the subject that they wouldn't see each other ever again.

"You can't just leave," Seth finally blurted out.

She was the only bright spot in his life and now he was going to lose that as well? It even made him in a more sullen mood knowing she was glad to leave. She was going to be freed from her miserable life. She was going somewhere where she would forgot him and would make a bunch of new friends. But all of those things didn't matter to him. The only thing he heard was that she was going to leave him.

Summer gave him a desperate and sad gaze. He was the only reason she wanted to stay here, but she couldn't stay here. If she didn't leave, she would be trapped here forever.

"I... I'm sorry."

It was too hard to let go of something he had found and adored for only a short time. It was too soon for him to already let go. He finally found someone who loved him for who he was, someone who stood up for him, someone he would do anything for, someone who was just as broken as he and now she had the chance to fly away. All he could think of was how unfair his life was. He just couldn't be happy for her, at least not yet now.

"I'll tell your father," he screamed in a moment of powerlessness. He immediately regretted his weak threat. He would never do such a thing, but somehow he couldn't take his words back. His selfishness wanted her to feel just as lousy as he did.

"You wouldn't!" Summer yelled indignant.

She couldn't believe he had said this. Furious about his words she grabbed her history books and put them in her bag. She left the house in a rage to get away from his selfishness and to prevent giving him the chance to see the tears in her eyes.

He looked at her from behind the window, just like he had done a week ago and she ran away just as fast as then. Maybe it was better this way, maybe it would be easier for her to leave now they had a fight. He closed his eyes when he didn't see her anymore, hoping that when he opened his eyes it all would have been a bad nightmare.

Friday

She looked at her mother who was sitting beside her. The wrinkles in her face were easily to spot, caused by the sorrows she went through. Her brown steep hair covered more than the half of her head so no one could see her black-eye and swollen cheek.

So this was how they were going to act when they were on the run. They both tried to be as inconspicous as they could be. They were just a mother and a daughter who were waiting for their train. Who would get suspicous seeing them? After all they were very good in pretending and smiling like everything was fine, but somehow they hadn't succeed to conceal the constant fear in their eyes yet.

Summer looked at the other side, away from her mother. She sighed, just 10 more minutes - slowing-downs included - and their train would appear. She desperately wanted to see a face instead of the almost empty station. To be precise not just a face, she wanted to see Seth's face, his stupid stubborn face. One more time seeing his face, was that too much to ask?

She knew it was going to be very unlikely, remembering how he reacted at her departure. They hadn't talked to each other anymore since then. He had avoid her as most as he could and whenever they were at the same location he had ignored her. She had ignored him as well, because the threat that he would tell her father bothered her a lot. But she thought she was the one who suffered the most of their behaviour to each other. She had ignored him almost whole her life, so he was used to it. She wished she could take back all those years she didn't even know he existed.

She got up and walked nervously a few metres. Suddenly she heard her name, she stopped breathing, her heart stood still and she turned round. She saw a face, but all her hope shattered when she saw the blue eyes instead of the brown eyes she was hoping for. She saw her mother at the platform seat watching her and the boy with red hair closely.

It was highly inconvenient he had seen her at this platform. The boy with the red hair was one of her class-mates. Summer never had had a real conversation with him, she always had thought he was a bit of a hanger-on. Now she thought about it, she only could remember an image of him laughing at someone else's jokes.

"Oh, Cameron," she said with a simper, while she tried to hide her dissapointment.

"I didn't expect to see you. What are you doing here?" Cameron asked with a grin glued to his face.

For a moment Summer looked at her mother who was still watching them. Summer knew she had to chose her words carefully to make sure he wasn't going to get suspicous.

"We're going on holiday for two weeks," she said, remembering the story her mother told her to say to acquaintances.

"Oh, where are you going to?"

"Relatives, but what are you doing here?" Summer quickly answered to change the subject, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions and go away.

Fortunately Cameron thought talking about himself was far more interesting than knowing more about her vacation. He talked about his very heavy job and his boring grandmother. Why he told her about those things Summer didn't really know, because she had lost the concentration to listen to him a few minutes ago. She was looking around at the station again to see a Jewish boy, but the station was just as empty as before.

"Too bad you're leaving tonight. You're really are going to miss something, Eric and Jason are going to make a fire by the Fishy Bowl this evening," Cameron said excited.

Summer gave him another simper. When Cameron saw that Summer didn't really share his enthusiasm, he wanted to break off their conversation.

"Anyway, have a nice holiday."

Cameron walked away from her, while he carried his leather suitcase with difficulty.

"Bye," Summer mumbled, knowing he couldn't hear it.

Although she realized she wasn't going to see him ever again, she didn't look back at him once when she headed to her mother.

Stupid Seth, he didn't even show up to see her for the last time. Stupid Cameron, for a moment he had let her think he was Cohen when she heard someone calling her name. Stupid conversation, as if she wanted to know what Jason and Eric were going to do tonight. Stupid Jason and Eric, didn't they have anything better to do than starting a fire in the Fishy Bowl?

She stopped. A fire in the Fishy Bowl ? The Fishy Bowl where Seth had his Sailing Team meetings every Friday? The Fishy Bowl where Seth had a Sailing Team meeting... tonight?

She ran quickly, which shocked her mother, to Cameron who was on his way to leave the station.

"Are you sure?" she asked him, gasping for breath.

He looked in confusion back at her.

"Are you sure that Jason and Eric... they were going to the Fishy Bowl?"

Cameron nodded. Summer looked terrified at her mother and her train which just arrived at the platform. Her mother got up from her seat, took her luggage from the ground and already walked to the train. She gave an impatient look to her daughter in order that she would also come to the train.

However Summer was still standing still at the end of the platform which seemed to be getting further away from the train by the second. What was she supposed to do? Did she have to give up her chance for freedom or did she have to leave the one she loved in unwarned danger?

A/N: Okay, now you finally know what the italics meant. Next chapter is already going to be the last chapter!