Carry Me Home

-Alex-

So trying to forget about how stupid I am, I figured, okay, now I should probably visit Summer where she actually is.

I pulled up the long driveway, driving by water fountains and statues made of bushes carefully pruned. There were no cars at the house because her father was still on that business trip, and Summer's car was still sitting at Marissa's apartment from before she ever went to the hospital.

I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I guess that happens when your house is so fucking big that you can't hear someone at the front door. I figured since Summer was all the way upstairs, she wouldn't even know I was here.

I put my hand on the door knob and turned it. Why the fuck do these filthy rich people leave their front doors unlocked all the time? It's like they're trying to say that they are so rich, they don't care if people steal all their expensive shit away from them!

I stepped into the front hall and closed the door behind me. I walked down the hall looking for stairs.

Wow, I can't even find the second floor in this damn place.

Finally after five minutes of wandering around the first floor, I found a set of spiral, marble stairs leading up to a balcony. I quietly stepped across the balcony which showed over the family room, and was like a bridge leading to the other half of the second floor. I walked down the now carpeted hallway, peeking in each room to see which one was Summer's.

I looked in and there was a medium-sized pink room with a bed that had those curtain looking stupid princess drapes hanging over the top of it. Spoiled.

The bed was made and the sheets look untouched. So I kept walking.

I wandered all the way down the hall, which seemed to be a mile long. I walked by what looked like a small family room with a TV, a large stereo, and surround sound.

Nope, not in there…

As I walked by a few more rooms, I noticed light coming from what seemed like a bathroom. I reached the door and turned to my right to enter.

Crunch.

What the fuck?

I looked down and my sandals were walking on shards of glass, that were crunching was I shifted my weight to each foot. I looked about six feet ahead and Summer was lying all mangled on the floor on top of a puddle of glass, her hands leaving small droplets of blood among the shattered pieces.

No, not again.

I tiptoed over to her putting my right hand on her cheek and my left hand on her neck. Okay she has a pulse and she's still breathing. I stood up, pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to dial 9-1- No, I can't let it happen again. I can't let her go back there. She'll only get worse. She needs to be with people. She needs someone there who really cares.

I hung up the phone and put it away. I bent back down putting my right arm under the back of her neck and my left arm under the back of her knees, shaking and struggling to stand up as I lifted her.

I swiftly walked down the hall trying to watch her face and the space ahead of me at the same time. She must have fallen then slept there all night. Her right arm hung by her side, but her left held my shoulder, smearing blood across it. I didn't care.

I got downstairs and out the door, tiredly opening the back seat door and putting her down, pushing her body in a little farther until her feet reached the other door.

Pulling into the driveway at home, I ran to the door and pounded on it screaming. "Trey! Trey! Open up! Help me! I need help!"

I heard him run to the door and open it giving me a panicked look. We both ran to the car and opened the back doors. I grabbed under her arms and he pushed her legs, then ran to the other side to catch them as they slid out of the car.

We carefully carried her into the house and lay her down in the bathtub, where we washed the blood off of her body.

She must have been awake because she was moving her mouth and her closed eyes twitched a little.

We dried her off and lay her down on the couch in the living room. I ran over to pull the window shades down.

Trey walked back over, handing me a pair of tweezers.

"We have to pull the glass out of her skin. Otherwise she'll get infected."

I took the tweezers in my hand, and my eyes filled with water. I blinked out a few tears as the tweezers met with a shard of glass in her leg. I squeezed the end of the tweezers and pulled at the glass. The glass wasn't coming out. The glass was pulling her skin out and blood started to fill in around the glass, getting on the ends of the tweezers. I burst into tears and handed the tweezers to Trey.

"I can't do this!" I stood up and walked to the other side of the room and pulled up a shade to look out the window at the street.

"You have to kind of stick the tweezers down around the glass otherwise it will leave some of it in there."

"JUST DO IT." I snapped and then apologized.

"It's okay," he said frowning.

"Okay, I think I got it all," he said standing up and turning to look at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. If I missed anything, we'll notice the redness later once the rest start to heal. Come help me carry her to the bathroom, we've gotta clean her up again."

I walked over and she was covered in dime size spots of blood all over her legs, her lower back and her arms. But most of all, her fists were completely shredded, black and blue.

We lowered her into the bathtub filling it with warm water and I added some hydrogen peroxide. Trey kneeled next to the tub, hold her head up so she didn't sink in.

Tears started to slowly roll down Summer's cheeks, her eyes still closed.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Chris.