Leave The Pieces

-Alex-

Summer woke up lying on a big beach towel on the living room floor. She freaked out when she saw Trey but realized he wasn't doing anything wrong so she loosened up and lay down flat on the floor again.

"Why am I all wet?" she asked touching her legs and her arms.

"We had to clean you up after the temper tantrum you had in your bathroom," Trey said, and I gave him a dirty look.

"Oh," Summer said embarrassed. "My legs are stinging."

"Yeah, it'll get better. They'll start to get itchy though because they're healing quickly."

Summer turned to lie on her side instead and folded half of the towel up over the side of her naked body that was facing Trey.

"It's okay, I'm not looking," Trey said and turned his head away a little.

"He's the one that had to pick all the little pieces of glass out of you," I said defending the fact that Trey saw Summer naked.

"Thanks."

Trey walked into the dining room and picked up Summer's bag that Seth dropped of to me the day we stole her from the hospital. He unzipped it and started pulling out some comfortable clothes for her to put on. She was dry by now. Summer slowly stood up wrapping the towel completely around her body, and Trey handed her the clothes. She walked into the bathroom to get dressed.

We spent the rest of the day in the house doing things because Summer was too ashamed to go out in public. At least only her closest friends knew what was going on. She was also afraid she would run into Chris. I was afraid of that too. Especially since he managed to hurt her again the second I take my eyes off her. I wish I never got kicked out of her room. Then I would have been there to kick his ass when he showed up.

We were in the middle of watching a movie, Summer sitting in between me and Trey, not even looking at the screen. She was staring at the floor off to the side. I kept glancing at her eyes momentarily.

"I was finally able to tell Marissa what happened," Summer said over the movie, quietly.

"That's a good thing," Trey said. "She's your best friend. She was waiting for you to open up."

I looked over at the front windows when I saw the shining of headlights and a car that came screeching to a stop. I jumped out of my seat.

"Who the hell shows up to visit at fucking midnight!" Trey shouted waving his arms.

"Summer please go in the back," I said nervously, just in case it was somehow Chris. I don't know how he would have found it.

There was no knock. The door flew open and all of a sudden Ryan storms in and walks up to Trey. He grabbed Trey by the arm right under his shoulder and started pulling and dragging him toward the door.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I screamed backing up, not wanting to get hurt.

"You're coming with me," Ryan said through his teeth looking at Trey as he continued to pull him toward the door.

I heard a car door shut, and Ryan came back to the door and looked at me.

"Marissa told me what happened."

-Trey-

Ryan jumped in, put his seatbelt on and slammed the pedal to the floor. He drove about 90 all the way to the highway.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ryan said, pulsating.

"I was afraid to talk to either you or Marissa after what happened last year," I confessed, looking out my window.

"I don't care! You know how those guys are. I don't care if he was our friend. Trey, he's from Chino. What kind of guys come from Chino, Trey!"

I flinched, he was yelling in my face so loud.

"Ryan, watch the road please."

He looked forward and had to swerve to pass a car that stopped in our lane of travel.

"We're going to take care of this right now."

"How are we supposed to take care of it Ry? Turn him in? He already gave a statement. Everyone believes him."

Ryan turned to me with a straight face. "That wasn't exactly my plan.

Ryan pulled into a thin driveway, among very close houses, with small shoddy picket fences.

We both got out of the car and I followed behind him as he walked fast to the door pounding on it with his fist.

Chris opened the door.

"Hey Ryan! Long time no see! How ya doin-"

Ryan lunged at him mid-sentence slamming him hard to the wood floor. None of the lights in Chris's place were on so we were left to fight in the dark.

I walked in and stood there motioning to move at them if Ryan was ever on the bottom. Eventually Chris slammed Ryan's head into a nightstand at the end of a couch so I picked up a lamp and smashed it on Chris's head and Chris fell to the floor. He looked up at me and crawled toward the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a 5 inch knife.

I looked down at Ryan laying only two feet away from Chris, holding his head in pain from hitting the corner of the hardwood piece of furniture.

"Ryan watch out!" I screamed just in time as Ryan rolled over and away, beginning to stand up just as Chris swung his arm and smashed the thick knife all the way through into the wood floor. He tried to pull it out and take another swing at Ryan but the knife was wedged between the planks too tightly.

So Chris got up and started to run at me shoving me hard up against the wall. Ryan came running up behind him and pulled him away as I slid down the wall, dizzy, sitting on the floor watching.

Ryan took him by the back of his collar, choking the front of his neck throwing him to the floor. There was a loud thud. Chris's movement was staggered and hesitant. Ryan picked up a nearby wooden chair and started hitting Chris's face with one of the hard legs.

Whack, whack, whack, whack.

I watched the surrounding pool of blood expand and it beaded up across the wood.

"Ry, you better stop, he's bleeding a lot"

Ryan stopped and looked at Chris, just laying there, not moving. He bent down to feel the pulse in his neck. Ryan looked at me, his eyes getting wider.

"Go! Run!" Ryan screamed and we both ran out the door to his car.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Chris. However, Chris is dead anyway. So you'd have a hard time stealing him.