Summer cradled the phone in her shaking hands, her heart racing with the pace of her body's shivers. Seth was coming. Or at least he was getting help. Her mind stopped working again when he asked her where she was. Her flicker of hope died. She had no idea where she was taken or how long she had been gone.

After reluctantly hanging up with Seth so he could call the police and figure out what to do, she listened carefully to see if she was alone. The only sound she could make out was what echoed like rain beating against the side of the building she was stuck in. She dragged her beaten body out of the corner she was still huddled in and crawled to the door so that she could listen for noise. Realizing that she had to get out of there, she carefully took note with her ear against the door, wondering where the man who had taken her body away from her had gone. When she didn't notice any sounds, she struggled to get up off of her knees.

The open cuts on her arms and legs made Summer look like she had just been thrown from a moving truck into oncoming traffic. The scary part was, she didn't know how some of her bumps and bruises even got there. She remembered being violated and held down while he painfully forced himself upon her, but her cuts were already there. Her fingertips grazed the top of her small knee, acquiring a smear of her own fresh blood. A single tear fell down her cheek and she closed her eyes. For the first time, she took in what had happened. She had been so caught up in replaying what had happened and what was going to be her next move, she hadn't taken the time to even look at herself. It wasn't just the physical pain from the cuts and bruises that made her cry. She cried for something she could not put words to. The intimate emotional trauma flashed through her mind, trying to absorb the events. She stopped herself after she moved her fingers to the inside of her bruised thighs. It was too much. Too much anger, too much misery, too much confusion for her to handle. She blocked it from her mind, forcing the back up generator in her body to kick in and get her out of that place.

She gripped the phone tighter, holding on her the only lifeline. Once to her feet, she grabbed the doorknob gently, turning it slowly to make minimal noise. It stopped her before she had to chance to work up more nerves.

'Of course it would be locked, he's not that stupid,' she thought to herself, poking fun at her own oblivious nature that was taking place right before her eyes. Horror set for a moment when she didn't know what to do next. Before she could think anything else, her phone moved in her hands. She picked it up before it even rang.

"Seth?"

"Yeah I'm here," he said quickly trying to reassure her.

She sighed out a little of her worry before spiraling into a panic attack. "Cohen. The door's locked! There are no windows and I have no idea where the hell I am!" she yelled, her voice going hoarse in the middle of screaming.

"Sum, listen to me," he said seriously. "I need you to call the police so they can track where your phone is. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh huh," she said through her tears.

"Okay. Are you hurt at all? I can't believe I didn't ask you that earlier." He sounded worried, sensing her quiet tone. "Oh God, did he hurt you?"

Summer didn't say anything, but her silence did. He heard her breathing heavily on the other side of the phone.

"Sum, you gotta hang on for me, okay? I need you to call them so that we can find you." He was fairly held together due to the lack of information, Seth sounded strong and confident. Well, that was until Summer showed him how much trouble she was in.

She gasped for air, "I need you Cohen. Please hurry."

Seth's heart sank. He had heard no sadder voice than hers at that moment. He wanted to jump into the phone and hold her and rock her in his arms.

"I know, I know. I'm coming. I love you. I'll call you soon."

"Okay," she whispered.

He said it again, making sure that she heard him and understood. "I love you."

She closed the phone and looked around the room while wiping her tears against her t-shirt. She opened her phone again, only to find that she had no reception. Well, the police weren't going to be any help if she couldn't get a hold of them.

After being without her sweatshirt, she suddenly realized that she was cold again. She looked around and found Seth's Brown sweatshirt tossed with abandon. She looked at it carefully, thinking that's what she looked like as well. Someone had tossed her around and now she was left as a lifeless creature. She couldn't feel anything but throbbing in her head and pounding in the rest of her body.

She staggered to the sweatshirt and picked it up, bringing it to her face. The sense that she hadn't lost was smell, so she breathed into the sweatshirt, taking in the safe aroma of Seth. Just being in the presence of his scent made her heart rate slow. She hugged it to her chest tightly, rocking herself back and forth, in attempt to comfort herself. But she knew that was not going to save her. She wanted to smell Seth, not his sweatshirt and she knew standing there wasn't going to help her achieve that want.

On her hands and knees again, she crawled around the room because walking hurt too much. Her usually soft hands were now rough with scraps and splinters from the hardwood floor. She looked around until she found a small knob sticking up from one of the piece of wood under the bed. Like a toddler, she struggled across the floor, trying to reach the knob. Realizing that it lifted, Summer's heart started racing. If she didn't get out of this room, she thought her heart was going to leave her chest it was racing so fast.

Her trembling hands ran over the knob as she began to pull. Moving maybe only a few millimeters, she pulled again, this time harder. What little strength she had left in her went into the tug of the handle. With her whole body thrown into the task, the knob came loose and she went flying backwards, landing on her hip. Wincing through the pain as she landed, she figured out that she made a dent in the floor. She got up and placed her hand under the board, lifting it up. Clouds of dust and woodchips went soaring up into her face and eyes. She brushed it away, but her vision was still blurred. She looked down at her feet where the open board was and thought she saw an opening. What appeared to be a deep hole looked like it was filled with something. Her fingers brushed at her eyes again, so she could see. What came into focus were piles upon piles of clothes. A strange and horrid smell lifted up to her nose when she realized what she might be looking at. She dropped the board so it slammed back to its position on the floor. Her face went white. She didn't want to know. But, she was afraid that either her clothes or her body were going to end up under that board if she didn't get out.

A rush of panic mixed with rage and fear caused her to walk across the room quickly towards the door. She shook the handle as hard as she could, wishing it would come loose and let her free. Her anger turned continued as she started to kick the door with her one foot that didn't feel broken. The paneling of the door was thin and she thought she might be able to kick it down. Two hinges flew off as she continued kicking.

A loud thud, and the door was on the ground. Her first reaction was to hide behind the door. Limping towards the corner she had previously been huddled in, she tried to make herself invisible. She began to cry again until she realized that there was no one coming after her. She removed her hands from her face and slowly turned to look at the open doorframe. She peeked around the open space and took in the new surroundings. A long, dark hallway led to what looked like more rooms. It reminded Summer of a prison.

She tried tiptoeing on her one good foot carefully down the hall, still holding her phone and sweatshirt. She crept against the wall, mumbling encouraging thoughts to herself so that she would keep going. Once she made her way down the hall, she came to another hall. It was like she was lost in a dream, and she wanted to wake up so desperately.

Two halls turned into three and Summer couldn't walk anymore. She thought about crawling, but before she got on her hands and knees, she heard a door slam. What she had been dreading came true. She continued to scoot against the wall, hoping for some sort of outlet for her to escape to. Her back slid further down the hallway wall as she tried stepping quietly. As soon as she heard what she thought were footsteps, she bolted as fast as her defeated legs would carry her. Her body felt limp and her head pounded while she flew as fast as it would take her.

Somewhere in the midst of running for her life and trying not to feel her legs go numb, she saw what looked like a window. As she moved closer, she saw it. An actual street, a sidewalk, a way out. She saw light and she realized it was day. There was a chair below the piece of glass that provided her escape and she fully intended to use it. She grabbed the base of the chair, aiming the legs towards the window. With one push, glass was everywhere.

Summer didn't look behind her, but she heard stomping that made her want to scream. She pulled her body up on the chair and climbed over the broken glass, inflicting more cuts on her already damaged arms and legs. With all of her might, she pushed herself up and over, then climbed over several leafless plants drenched in water. The sidewalk above the plants was soaking wet also and she felt the rain beat down on her as she fled anywhere away from the building. Still limping and fighting to continue, she heard screams come from behind her. Not really processing what they were, but she assumed they were something along the lines of 'Stop!' or 'Get back here!' She didn't care, as long as they didn't get any closer.

Suddenly disoriented, Summer slowed down and leaned against a wall. When she looked back, her eyes told her someone was coming after her, but her mind told her something else. She didn't know what to think. The rain beaded down her hair and onto her forehead and she stared at the street in front of her. Sounds of sirens and cars passing by flooded her ears. Moved by the power of the wind and rain combined, she walked lamely past the building and turned down an ally. Sheltered minimally by the downpour, she huddled her phone and sweatshirt to her torso. Her breathing slowed while she slumped down the side of the wall, throwing her head back. She saw spinning. She heard voices. She felt numb. Her pain was heightened to a new level.

She woke up a light ringing in her ear. The ringing got louder and louder. She tried opening her eyes but it felt like lifting stones. When she realized it was her phone, she slowly opened it but her hand that wasn't wrapped around her leg, but she couldn't speak. All she heard was background noise mixed with calls of her name and concerned voices. After many shouts of her name, she realized it was Seth.

"Summer! We're coming; we tracked your phone. Summer?"

She didn't answer. "Summer!" He yelled angrily into the phone.

"Seth?" she whispered, her voice completely gone. Her chest felt so tight, it took too much effort to speak anyways.

She heard sirens in the distant, hoping it was someone to come and save her.

"We're almost there," he said quickly. "Hang on for me, please Sum."

Her head felt light again and her eyes saw spinning. She dropped the phone to her side, as it rolled down her bare stomach and off of her beaten body.

The next thing she felt were hands at her side and more hands at her legs. It felt like a dream. She heard strange voices around her and began to experience an unnerving sense of touch that was not wanted. Without much effort her eyes shot open as well as her mouth. She tried to scream but nothing came out. It was happening again. She was being touched. It took a while for her to realize that the touching meant help. Still terrified, her eyes searched for something familiar but nothing looked well known. She felt a hard piece of cold plastic beneath her back and underside, while her head was being trapped to a rubber board. With so much movement around Summer, it was hard for her to relax. Suddenly, she felt something memorable. A soft warm pair of hands wrapped around hers. She didn't even have to look up to know they were Seth's. Silent tears fell down her bruised cheeks and she her teeth shuddered together.

"Oh my God," she heard him say. He kept repeating those three words over and over. The many hands working on her body shooed Seth away, so he had to release his grasp.

"Summer, I'm here. I'm right here." His words floated through the air and they were more for himself than for Summer really. He tried to reassure himself that he was there and that she was alive, except he didn't look very alive to her.

If he thought his heart broke when he talked to her on the phone, it shattered into a million pieces when he saw her like this. He just stared at her. He focused his worried eyes on her searching ones. She looked so confused, and rightfully so.

They finished strapping her to the board and wheeled her to the ambulance. Seth was able to climb in and sit with her on the way to the hospital. He sat down in the small space next to Summer's head. He had no idea what to say. While the EMTs checked her various stability signs, Seth was able to hold her hand again. It was about the only thing he could think of to do. He felt like if he touched her in any other place, she would break into pieces.

His fingers gently stroked her knuckles on her cold fingers while he mouthed apologizes to her sad face. Her eyes continued searching. She looked at him questioningly with gray eyes and a wrinkled forehead. They continued this looking at each other until the ambulance reached the hospital. They wheeled her away inside while Seth got out andfollowed behing closelywhile watching his girlfriend being taken away from him again.

There wasn't much he could do but wait. And it was driving him crazy. He knew Summer would be fine, but the condition he saw her did not give him the confidence to relax at all. Unaware of what had happened besides the obvious beating that had taken place, Seth thought of how she should have come with him. He should have listened to her or this would have never happened. Before he could beat himself up over it any more, the doctor came up to Seth and told him that he could go in and see her. He didn't tell her anything about her physical condition. But he knew she must be in good enough shape if they at least let him see her.

He opened the door to her room and saw her. Machines surrounding her, he sat on the side of her bed next to her fragile body. Her eyes were half open, but still gray. He brought his face to her hand and kissed it. He dropped his head to the blanket and when he looked up, Summer could see a single tear fall down his cheek. Nothing was said between the two of them. Silence screamed in Summer's face and she began to cry. Seth just rubbed his hands harder over hers and cried with her.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews...they make me happy.

I hope this didn't seem too unrealistic, as far as Summer getting out, and the police finding her.