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Chapter 2: I Sew Myself Shut
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She cried into his shoulder, smelling in the scent of Cohen that she had missed all summer. Her knees were shaking as she tried to keep herself standing. She could feel Cohen rubbing her back and hear him whispering soothingly into her ear. This is what she needed; her Cohen. Even though he had left her over the summer, he was back, and he was still the same sweet, lovable guy that cared so much about her. All she wanted to do was cry her eyes out to him so that he could make it all better.
Seth stroked her hair as he held her shaking body. He was feeling so guilty for leaving her now that he saw how it had affected her. He didn't know she cared that much. All he knew was that he had to talk to her, he had to make it better.
"Come on baby, let's leave," he said to the small girl, as he supported her around the waist and helped her walk towards his car. He helped her into the passenger side of the car and kissed her temple before closing her door and walking around to the other side. The drive to the Cohen's house was almost silent, the only sounds coming from a sobbing Summer. Seth had reached over to take her hand when he had climbed in the car and hadn't let go since.
Summer caught a glimpse of her reflection in the car mirror. She looked like a wreck – make-up mixed with tears streaked down her face, and the foundation she had used to cover the wound on her cheek had started to come off, making it visible.
Seth let the two into the empty Cohen mansion and led her up to his bedroom. Summer walked over to his bed and collapsed onto it, exhausted. Cohen lay down next to her, putting his arms around her and stroking her hair. She looked at him as he stared into her eyes.
"Summer… I am so sorry…" Seth started to apologise.
"Cohen… it's okay. It's not you-" Summer got out before she broke down in tears again, unable to continue speaking. She cuddled up against Cohen and closed her eyes.
Seth listened to her breathing as it began to regulate, then becoming steady as she drifted off to sleep. This was when Seth noticed the cut on her right cheek, visible under the foundation. He touched her face, running his fingers over the wound. Something must have happened to her to destroy this beautiful girl.
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Seth woke up to an empty bed. He looked at his clock next to him and it read 7pm. Summer was gone. Seth got out his cell phone and dialled her number. He listened to it ring three times before he got the recorded message saying that she couldn't answer the phone. He ran out to the poolhouse to find Ryan.
"Hey Ryan, have you seen Summer?" he asked.
"I saw her running down the driveway about half an hour ago."
Seth was confused. Why would she leave without saying something? She didn't have her car so she must have walked home. He couldn't help but worry about her. She was so upset when she was with him, she couldn't stop crying long enough to explain what was wrong.
Seth's thoughts were interrupted by Kirsten's calls to the boys for dinner, and the two walked into the main house.
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She half-limped, half-ran down the dark streets of Newport. She was running to the first place she thought of, the one place in the world she felt safe.
Summer woke up happy for the first time in months. She was in Cohen's arms. She enjoyed this moment of content for a while longer, before she realised it was dark outside. Glancing at the clock, she saw it read 6:34pm. Her father returned home from drinking at 7pm exactly, and if she wasn't there he was going to be pissed off. The Cohen house was a couple of miles from hers.
She jumped off of Seth's bed, trying not to wake him in her hurry. She ran down the stairs and out the front door, not seeing Kirsten or Sandy on her way. Anxiously, she ran down the driveway and out onto the streets.
Summer sprinted as fast as she could to get home in time. She knew that she could never make it, but she had to try. She could see her house in the distance and glanced at her watch. 7:04pm it read. Summer reached her front door and turned the handle. Before she could push open the door, it swung back, revealing a smoking Neil Roberts.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked.
"At Marissa's," Summer lied, "I'm sorry I lost track of time."
"You little bitch! What did you go to her for help?" her father said, pulling her roughly inside. "She can't help you. No-one can help you because nobody loves you." Neil screamed at his daughter, punching her in the stomach. Summer doubled over in pain at the blow.
'Cohen loves me,' Summer told herself, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her gut.
Her father threw her to the ground and kicked her in the ribs. He sat on top of her so she couldn't move and punched her in the face. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and Summer screamed.
"No daddy, please don't!" she begged, but he didn't listen and dug the burning hot cigarette into her arm. Summer yelped in pain as the tip burnt into her skin. After that, Neil seemed to get bored with causing her pain and got up to go to the liquor cabinet, leaving her crying on the floor. She heard him pour himself a glass and go into his office, taking the full bottle with him.
Summer saw this as her chance and got up as quickly and quietly as she could. She snuck out the front door and into the cold night air, then remembered she didn't have her car keys. Not risking going back inside for another beating, she attempted to run towards the Cohen house.
She reached to bottom of the Cohen's long driveway, stopping to catch her breath. She walked to the familiar front door and hesitated before knocking.
'What if Sandy or Kirsten answers?' she thought, 'What will they think?'
She walked away from the door and around the back to the poolhouse. She knocked on the door gently, but got no answer. Opening the door, she saw that Ryan wasn't in there, so she let herself in. Sitting on Ryan's bed, she began to cry. At least this time there was someone here for her. Someone who she could go to, instead of having to stay in the same house with her father.
She heard the poolhouse door open and Ryan came in. He looked shocked to see her in his room.
"Summer. Are you okay?" he asked.
Summer shook her head. "Can… Can you please get Cohen?" Summer choked out weakly.
Ryan nodded and went outside, returning seconds later with Seth and leaving the two alone.
"Summer!" he said as he ran into the room, surrounding her in a warm hug as she broke down again. She found her favourite spot on his shoulder as he held her close to him and kissed the top of her head. He pulled away from her and looked her in the eye.
"Shit, Summer. What the hell happened?"
Summer took a deep breath. This was it, she had to tell him. "It's… It's my d-dad. H-he… hurts me." She whispered, almost inaudibly.
Cohen let out a long sigh and looked at her bruising face. "Where else?" he asked simply, and Summer showed him the burn in her arm and lifted up her shirt, revealing her discoloured upper body. "Fuck Summer. How long has this kind of thing been happening?"
"A-all summer. Since Bridget d-died he…he's been drinking a lot and… he takes everything out on m-me."
"Oh God Summer. Did you tell anyone?"
She shook her head.
Seth pulled her back towards him. She felt safe again, the way that only he could make her feel. And now that he knew, maybe she could finally start to feel good again, like it was before.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares…
(All You Wanted – Michelle Branch)
Hmm… I'm not happy with this chapter… What do you guys think? Please review! (I hate seeing all these hits and then like hardly any reviews…)
