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When you say nothing at all
Summer felt cold. The night wind blew in her hair and her hands on the wheel were starting to get a shape of blue.
It wasn't colder than usual out, but Summer was only clad in her thin pyjamas and her car had no roof. The fact that Summer drove really fast could also be a reason of why the wind felt so cold against her skin.
It was unusually quiet. She could her sounds from afar but everything was very still and everything was strange, nothing like it used to be in the day. Who knew that the trees that gave such comfort in the day, not letting the heat from the sun touch the ground, could look like this in the evening? Like they were enemies. Everything in the night was darker, scarier and more mysterious. So to drive the long way to Marissa wouldn't be any fun. But Summer was already on her way and there were no chance that she was going back to her house.
Something on the side of the road; something hiding in the bushes, brought tears to Summer's eyes. Maybe it was just the wind or a bug But every sound, every movement tonight, brought panic to Summer.
By the time it took to get to Marissa's anything could happen. He could come and take her.
She was being ridiculous. Nothing was going to happen. What did she believe? That a crazy man would just jump up out of nowhere and kidnap her? That wouldn't happen.
But it already had. So why couldn't it happen again?
Without realising it, Summer had driven up the Cohen driveway. She had forgotten how much closer it was than Marissa's giant house. The Cohen residence was also more familiar. It had some kind of safety tied round it. Like nothing bad could happen there.
She couldn't go inside though. What would they think when she arrived at night in her pyjamas without any shoes, saying that she had a nightmare? She was being so childish.
But part of her felt that it was okay for her to come like that. She knew that the Cohen's would welcome her and offer her to stay for the night. She knew that they wouldn't say anything about her behaviour, even if they thought that she was acting like a ten year old.
"Sweetie?" a voice said. Summer was ripped from her thoughts. It was Kirsten walking down the steps towards her. She was dressed in her night clothes as well though she had slippers and a gown. A much better choice than Summer's.
"Hi," Summer said quietly, slightly embarrassed. She stayed in her car but turned it off.
"I didn't know you were coming? Seth didn't tell us. He's already gone to bed."
"Yeah, I…I don't…I mean, I wasn't…I don't know." Tears sprung to her eyes though Summer had no idea why. She couldn't cry again. She was such a baby.
"Summer?" Kirsten came closer towards the car, which Summer sat in. "Are you okay?" Her question was so gently asked, too gently. Summer sniffled a bit and looked away, trying to hide her tears.
"Sweetie, let's go inside."
When Summer made no effort in moving, Kirsten went to open the car door and help Summer out. No matter how badly Summer wanted to stop cry and not show her weakness, it didn't work. She couldn't stop and Kirsten had obviously noticed.
"It's okay Summer. Let's get you inside." After hesitating a bit Summer stepped out from her car and began to walk with Kirsten up the steps to the house.
Kirsten placed an arm round her son's girlfriend.
Summer was so embarrassed. She had no shoes on and was crying openly in front of her Seth's mother. And it was late Sunday night. Could she be more pathetic?
When the two of them sat down on the sofa in the living room Sandy walked in. Summer looked down on the floor, concentrating in finding anything; a spot or something. She also focused on holding the tears back and this time it actually worked.
" Sandy, get a blanket and a pair of slippers. And make some tee for us, will you?" After Sandy gave a nod and disappeared to get what he was told, Kirsten turned to the smaller girl.
"Summer," she said carefully. Summer looked up and wiped a few tears from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing here." she apologized and smiled slightly.
"You don't have to explain. But let's talk for a while." At this point Sandy came back with a blanket and a pair of pink slippers in his hands. He gave them to Summer and lay a hand on her right shoulder, showing her his support, before he headed to the kitchen. Summer smiled thankfully and placed her freezing feet into the slippers and wrapped the blanket around her petite body.
"Better?" Kirsten asked.
"Much, thanks. You must think I'm crazy going out like this."
"Not at all sweetie. I'm glad you came here."
"Thanks." Summer whispered.
"Were you alone?" Summer nodded.
"A dream?" Summer nodded again. Kirsten seemed to understand.
"Well, do you want me to wake Seth up? You can stay here tonight if you want to." Summer shrugged uncomfortably and shook her head.
"No, I can just stay in the guest room. If that's okay."
"It's okay. But can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Is everything okay between you and Seth?"
"Why would you think that it isn't?"
"You haven't been here today and he's been acting very…weird."
"Weird?" Summer asked getting that innocent look on her face. Her facial expression was both filled with happiness, concern and sadness.
"Yeah, weird."
"Well, to speak the truth we have been better." Summer admitted and smiled sadly. Here she was, talking to his mother being sad and feeling odd, and he was just upstairs. She could easily go to him and slip into his bed, lying close next to him and feeling his warmth and comfort.
"You wanna talk about it?" Kirsten asked. It was kind of a typical question and Summer usually hated it when people asked her how she felt about these kind of stuff, deep stuff, important stuff. But she answered.
"It's just…we had a fight about my nightmares. I didn't tell him about them." Summer paused and waited for Kirsten to say something. She sat quietly though, wanting Summer to continue. "I told him all this stuff and I think I hurt him by not being more open. I just didn't wanna think about it or worry him. I know if I go and tell people everything that's hard about this they will only feel sorry for me. I don't want that." Summer confessed.
"We understand that sweetie and I'm sure Seth does as well. Maybe he doesn't know how to act and what to say, but Summer, he really cares about you. He doesn't want to fight and I don't think you do either."
"I don't." Summer said with a low voice.
"I think he called you before, didn't he? He wants to make up, I'm sure that…"
"He didn't call me." Summer said interrupting.
"Oh, my mistake. It was just that he said that he would but maybe he just changed his mind. He probably wanted to talk to you in the morning."
"Maybe he did call my cell. I was too depressed to check it. And I left it at home so I can't check now." Summer bit her lip. What if he had called? What if he had apologized? She really missed him and hated to fight. What were they fighting about anyway? What was the thing that decided that two people were fighting? What was there telling them that they were mad at each other, that they shouldn't talk to each other.
The head was telling them that, because by some strange reason it could decide if people should fight or not, but the heart was telling a completely different thing. And right now, Summer wanted to trust the heart.
"I'll go prepare the guest room for you. It's starting to get late and its school tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Thank you Kirsten." Kirsten just smiled in reply and headed upstairs, meeting a tired looking Seth in the stairs.
"Hi mom," he said with a sleepy voice.
"Seth, what are you doing up?"
"I'm thirsty. What are you doing up?"
"I'm gonna go to the guest room. We have a guest here tonight."
"Really? Who?"
"Why don't you go check?"
"Can't you just tell me, mom?"
"Check the living room." And by those words she continued upstairs.
"Why would I wanna know who our guest is? It's really late and I'm really tired. I'm not dressed. And I'm talking to myself." Seth rambled on and on until he walked into the kitchen, meeting his dad.
"Hi dad! You're awake too?"
"Yeah, but I'm on my way to bed. What are you doing up?"
"I need some water."
"I'll just go to bed. See you in the morning, son."
"See ya!"
"Cohen?" Seth almost dropped his glass of water as he heard his name. He spun around and was met by the most beautiful girl in the world.
"Summer?" he asked in surprise.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"What are you doing here? You're the guest?"
"I guess so."
"Oh," Seth said and put his glass down. They stood there, staring at one other. After a few moments Summer moved closer to Seth and leaned her head against his chest.
"I'm sorry." she whispered and dug her face further into Seth's shirt. Seth couldn't do anything else than wrap his arms around the tiny girl. He was no good in saying no and especially to Summer when she wanted to be close to him. And right now, he didn't want to say no.
He didn't say anything, just hugged her tight and kissed her hair. They stood like that for what seemed as hours when Summer spoke.
"Your mom is making bed in the guest room for me."
"I know. I met her in the stairs. You can stay in my room though, if you want to." Summer nodded against his chest, but didn't make any attempt in moving. It was late and they had things to talk about and it was school tomorrow. But right now, none of it mattered.
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About half an hour later, Seth and Summer lay in bed together. Seth was slowly drifting to sleep as he lay with his head on Summers chest.
Summer, though, was clear awake and was playing with the soft curls on Seth's head. She lay there thinking. It felt good to be back with Seth though she wasn't sure if she could fall asleep if she didn't tell him some things.
After checking that he was sleeping, she began to talk quietly to him.
"I've had nightmares every night since the kidnapping. He comes back in them." she paused to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Mostly I wake up crying and I just want you to be there. I'm sorry I haven't told you. I don't want the kidnapping to affect me or us. I just want everything to be like it used to. I don' want you to be so protective and careful all the time. I want to be treated like I always have."
"Tonight I had a horrible dream and I was all alone. The first person I thought of going to was you but because of everything that we've said to each other, I decided to go to Marissa's. I ended up here though." Summer made her self more comfortable if that was possible. Everything was already perfect. At least right now, in this bed.
"Because I can't live without you. Not even for a few days." At this moment, the sleep slowly overtook Summer as well.
And for once she wasn't afraid.
To be continued...
I just couldn't have them apart any longer. I'm terrible writing them being angry with each other. Because I hate it.
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