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When you say nothing at all

"Don't call me in the middle of the night then being all scared…"

"I won't because I'm not."

"Then its goodnight I guess."

"I guess it is."

"I'm hanging up."

That wasn't a proper goodnight. And that was the reason why they both were so tired today. They hadn't slept well, both by pretty much the same reasons.

Summer stayed awake for as long as she could, which she had done a lot lately. It was those horrible dreams, coming back every night. And the fact that Seth and her had argued about it didn't make things better. On the contrary, everything got worse when the last thing she heard at night wasn't him saying that he loved her and he'll see her in the morning.

And even though Summer had had a nightmare worse than the other ones, she didn't call Seth. She was too stubborn. And he had told her not to call him.

Everything about this day was supposed to be awesome. They were going to be spending it together.

Instead, Summer spent her day laying by the pool in her bikini trying to relax and not think about everything hard. The bruises on her body didn't help and neither did the fact that she was alone.

Seth spent his day in front of the TV even though his mother complained about it all the time. People kept asking him where Summer was and when she was coming over and if she would be staying for dinner. All he did was sigh and return to his game. He didn't have the energy to fix this now. If Summer wanted to be left alone then she could be. He wouldn't be the one crawling after her.

But he wanted to be with her. It was the weekend and Monday morning they would return to school for the first time since the kidnapping thing and he wanted to be there for Summer. Though he couldn't be if they were fighting.

Fighting with Summer was not fun; not when it was serious. They had these small fights all the time but they made up and then it was forgotten. It wasn't them really fighting; this was.

And now it was complicated. Summer had always been the strong one. Seth had a hard time knowing how to be around her and what to do when it was like this. She was having a huge problem. And he couldn't understand how she was feeling.

As much as he tried and wanted, he couldn't.

But when she didn't tell him things, he felt left out. After all he was her boyfriend and she should trust him, right? He just wanted her to know that. Seth wanted nothing more than Summer to be okay. He had thought that she was, at least okay enough. He hadn't expected her to act like this.

But it was stupid of him to just think that she could return to her normal self. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed her. Because he had and she hated when people did that. He should know that.

Today was ruined. Summer was supposed to come over but she had called in the morning saying that she didn't feel like it. And Seth, being an ass, just listened to her and told her he didn't feel like spending time with her either. This time it had been her hanging up.

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"Hey man," Ryan said as he walked into the family room, finding Seth by the couch. He had paused the game and now sat staring at the screen, looking like he was in deep thoughts. Seth raised his hand in greeting.

"What's up?" Ryan said and sat down next to Seth.

"Nothing much." Seth replied shortly, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"Come on Seth. What's the deal with Summer?"

"How did you know this is about her?"

"Because it's obvious. She's not here; she hasn't been for the whole day. And it's always about Summer. If there's one thing that I've learned it's that." Ryan paused, like he was thinking of the next thing to say; choosing his words carefully. "I know you love Summer, man. And she loves you."

"I know." Seth replied sadly.

"She needs you right now, maybe more than ever. Don't let some stupid fight get between you. I know that both of you just want to make up. You just have to make the first move."

"But she won't tell me anything. She doesn't talk to me."

"She doesn't talk to anyone Seth. Just give her some time. But let her know that you are here for her."

"I just don't know what to do. I get that she was kidnapped and that was scary and painful and horrible. I get that. But I don't know what she wants me to do."

"Maybe she doesn't know that either. Maybe she needs time to figure out stuff. But in the meantime you shouldn't be fighting; you should be together. This will sound very cheesy but to know that someone is there for you, loves you and supports you is all you really need. It's what's important."

"That was cheesy." Seth said. "But it's true."

"Yeah,"

"Thanks Ryan."

"Go talk to her."

"Yeah," Seth said and walked up to his room. Ryan was right. Seth was being an ass. This wasn't about him. It wasn't Seth that had gone through something no one should have to go through. Sure, he had been afraid and when Summer was gone had been the worst time in his life. But Summer had been through things much more serious, scary and dangerous. Of course she couldn't return to her normal self just like that.

He would call her. Maybe she really wanted to be alone for a while. But he wanted to call her and let her know all those things Ryan had said. So he did.

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Summer was bored and tired of this day. She just wanted the time to go by. Yet she didn't. She didn't want it to be night, she didn't want to sleep. She didn't want to see him all over again, feel his hands touch her, hear him scream at her. Feel that pain all over again. Be that afraid again. If she fell asleep she knew that she would. And since last night, when she'd had the worst dream, Summer never wanted to fall asleep again.

She didn't want it to be morning either. Morning meant back to school and seeing Seth, Marissa, Ryan and the rest of Harbour. She knew that everyone would look at her, more than they used to. Now it wouldn't be looks of admiration; it would be looks of pity. And the questions. Summer was positive that they all knew about her experience and if the population of Orange County had something in common it was their curiosity.

And going to school meant facing Seth. She both wanted to and not. She wanted things to be normal between the two of them. She wanted to hear him joking, laughing and see his chocolate eyes and touch his curly hair.

Summer wanted nothing more than things to be back to normal.

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Summer was sleeping in her bed, good for once. She had fallen asleep the instant her head touched the pillow. And no dreams came to haunt her that night. Everything was good.

But at three o'clock in the morning, her eyes shot open. She had heard a noise; something from outside. The feeling came back quickly; the feeling of being terrified, the feeling of panic. Someone was outside. And not just someone; it was him.

She could feel him come closer as the noises became louder. It was bushes rustling, scratching against the wall, a breathing filling the air. Anyone could figure out that it was all caused by a person and Summer knew exactly who the person was.

Tears filled her eyes, watering them and burning. She had to stay quiet though. Therefore she had to hold them in. But what she really wanted was to start bawling. Nothing was worse than this. She was all alone, lying in a bed in the dark. She tugged the covers closer to her, gripping it hard; so hard that her knuckles got a white colour.

A tiny sob escaped from her throat. She couldn't stop it. Not long after, another sob was heard. At the same time the noises from outside came closer and closer, causing Summer to start crying for real. The tears she had fought to hold back streamed down her face and she sobbed as quietly as she could. She could not stop the sobs from coming so she held the cover tightly over her mouth, trying to reduce the sound.

She had never been this scared in her whole life.

Suddenly her window opened. Summer lay completely still, not daring to breath. Hadn't she closed her window? This could not be happening. She tugged the cover, carefully, over her head and closed her eyes. He was inside her room!

The sobs had disappeared; she was too scared to cry. She was too scared to do anything.

Steps were heard and they came closer towards her bed. She didn't want to listen, tried to think of something else, but how could Summer be thinking of something else when a strange man was inside her room.

She froze when it became quiet. She lay there, waiting for something to happen. She wanted it to be Seth saying that he couldn't let her be by herself anymore. She wanted it to be Seth saying he was sorry and holding her. She wanted it to be Seth so that she could cry and breathe again.

She wanted it to be Seth lifting the covers of her face, but it wasn't. She saw him and knew that by now there was nothing she could do. So she screamed. Summer screamed as loud as she could. The man stood bent over her, lowering his hand to cover her mouth. Summer continued to scream through her sobbing and crying.

Summer woke up with a jerk. She was in her room, alone. At least she thought so. Where was he? She turned her gaze to the window. It was closed. She was alone. He wasn't here.

With that realisation Summer began to cry hysterically, tears streaming down her already wet cheeks and face. It had all been so real. And because the dream had occurred in her bedroom in the middle of the night there was no chance that Summer was staying. She got up, still crying, and walked out into the hallway.

Everything was still and quiet, except Summer that is. Her sobs and sniffles could probably be heard miles away. She weakly wiped her nose with the sleeve on her pyjamas. She was slightly shaking and felt her whole body shiver. Maybe it was cold – she was barefoot and here pyjamas were very thin – or maybe it was the fact that she was afraid. She didn't know.

Summer went to her dad's bedroom. She didn't care that she was seventeen. She just didn't want to be alone and her dad would understand. But the bedroom was empty. Shit! Summer remembered that he would be coming home late and as she checked the clock it only shower 11 pm. He wouldn't be hoe for a couple of hours. She couldn't call him, because he was busy. She didn't want to disturb.

She knew that he would be away, but it still made her sad. Being alone made her sad.

Summer had stopped crying, but she kept hiccupping and sniffling every few seconds. She really didn't want to be alone right now. Every company would be okay right now. But what she wanted was one person. But she couldn't call him. Yet she couldn't stay here.

She could go to Marissa. She could take her car and go to Marissa. Summer determinedly walked out of her dad's bedroom and ran downstairs. She felt like crying all over again, all the dark shadows in the house could be hiding a person. He could come back.

Summer didn't even care to take shoes on. She just wanted to get out of her house. She got the keys, wrote a quick note, locked the house, jumped into the car and drove.

To be continued...

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