AN- So i wanted to do some other stuff ot thsi but i dotn have time. My flight leaves at 11 so i have to leave the house at 6 and its 1 and i'm not even packed. OH and i changed the chap titles, its a poem i wrote, not to good but poetry isnt my thing and didnt have time to ask dani.
Discalimer- On user page, but i own anything.
No wonder Seth had been in love with her for so long, she was hot. Summer shook her head in amusement as she thought those very words when she looked in her floor length mirror the day after Christmas. Marissa and Summer were going to brave the busy mall and try to hit all the good sales. Summer had gone home after being at Seth's that night to get ready; it was only 8:30 but the mall opened at 9:00 and Summer still had to meet Marissa at her house, and if they wanted to be there right when the mall opened she better get going.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Her tight simple jeans and her white collared shirt made her look classy, but the green knit sweater gave it more of the casual look she was going for. Summer looked great, she felt great too, soon her dad would be home, her best friend was actually learning how to be a real friend and she was in love. She smiled as she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs, she was tempted to slide down the long banister but decided no one would like it if she ended up smashing her head into the marble floor at the end, and she probably would.
As she was walking towards the door, she heard someone knocking on it. She opened the door cautiously and found two men on the other side. Te tall heavier one with dark hair and a mustache spoke first.
"Summer Roberts?"
"Yeah?" She said hesitantly
"I'm Officer Reed and this is Officer Fuller" He nodded to the younger, and smaller, but muscular, blonde man standing next to him and they both held out polished badges. They looked familiar to Summer, and in a small town she knew they would.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"May we come in?"
"Sure," Summer lead them into the living room, a room in which she couldn't remember the last time she'd really been in.
"You should sit down," Officer Fuller told her. She did as she was told, with a horrible feeling emerging from the pit of her stomach.
"Summer, we are so sorry to inform you that two days ago your father was involved in a car accident in Seattle. Him and your stepmother were driving down Interstate 5 when an oncoming eighteen wheeler smashed into their car. Your stepmother was pronounced dead on the scene and your Father was taken to a nearby hospital where he slipped into a deep coma, he passed away this morning at around two A.M. He was in no pain and died peacefully, we are very sorry for your loss."
The world was moving in slow motion for Summer, her head was spinning. She didn't understand what these people were saying. Dead, her father wasn't dead. Her father was probably packing up to come home right this second. They had the wrong Summer Roberts. They had the wrong Neil Roberts. There was no way this was happening, it could not be happening. The only words Summer could get out was a hardly heard,
"How?"
"The man driving the truck was said to have been partying the night before, he was intoxicated and passed out at the wheel."
"Is he... Dead?"
"No, he isn't even hospitalized," Officer Reed said.
Summer was suddenly filled with rage. She stood up suddenly and the officers followed suit.
"NO!" she screamed. "You're lying!"
"I'm sorry Ms Roberts."
"No your not, you didn't just lose your father," she paused, a look of realization flooding over her "Oh my god, my father, he's, he's really dead." They nodded and before they could say anything else, Summer had sat down her head in her hands.
"What took you so long to tell me?"
"The information had to be checked several times. The body had to be identified as your father's I.D was lost in the accident. "
"Who identified him?" Summer's voice was surprisingly calm.
"A coworker."
"Listen Summer, your grandparents are coming out in a few days, but until then we cannot legally leave you alone. Is there anyone you could possibly stay with?"
"Uh... Yeah, yeah. The um... Cohen's. Sandy and Kirsten Cohen."
"Yes, I personally know Sandy, I'll call him."
Summer nodded.
"Can I be alone for a while?"
The Officers looked hesitantly at each other
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill myself or anything, I just need to be alone."
"We will be in the car" and with that they headed into the driveway.
When Summer heard two car doors close she started to walk up the stairs. This all seemed so surreal. Her feet suddenly seemed to be made of lead. It must have taken her five minutes to walk up the stairs she had so recently skimmed down in a matter of seconds. She eventually reached her room and closed the door behind her. Suddenly a sickness washed over her and she ran back down the hall towards the bathroom, she just barley reached the toilet as she held her hair back and vomited, and then the tears started flowing. She had been too shocked at first to cry, but now she could barley catch her breath. She wobbled up to the sink and washed out her mouth. Her knees couldn't keep her steady any longer; she slid against the cabinets and slumped to the ground. Something came over her that made her grab her phone and speed dialed her number one. He answer after two rings and the sound of his voice made her loose it. She began sobbing hysterically desperately trying to get a bit of air. She could hear his voice, full of fear, calling her name. She had to hang up, she couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes and rested her head up against the wall. Her phone began to vibrate in her hand but she just dropped it. She had to regain her composure, she had to get back to her room, Kirsten or Sandy would hopefully be here soon and she wanted to get out of her damn house.
She stood up and walked shakily to her room. Suddenly her clothes were suffocating her, she couldn't breath. She ripped off her sweater her blouse, her jeans, and threw them angrily on the floor. She began digging though her drawer to find something that wasn't so damn tight. She found a pair of light gray sweatpants and pulled them on, then a thought popped into her head and she began rummaging though her underwear drawer. At last she found what she was looking for, Seth's baby blue t-shirt the read 'Have You Hugged My T-Shirt Today" it was her favorite and when he had left it there one day, she didn't bother to give it back. She pulled it on and then found an oversized sweatshirt she didn't even knew she had. She realized it was probably her dads and that made her cry even more, although she didn't have the strength or the need to take it off.
She realized she had everything she needed was already at the Cohen's and anything she wanted she couldn't be bothered with to pack. Princess Sparkles was already there along with a tooth brush and multiple clothes and pajamas. There was only one thing she wanted, a blanket and that was folded neatly onto the back of her chair.
When Kirsten Cohen got the phone call she could not believe her ears. She barley had time to comprehend the whole thing before they were asking her to please come and pick Summer up. So she left work not telling anyone where she was going. It devastated her that Summer was all alone when she heard the worst news of her life. When she got to the house two cops, probably one of whom she spoke to on the phone, were sitting in the patrol car in the driveway. They told her she was up in her room, Kirsten could not believe they had just left her alone like that, and she marched into the house. She quietly knocked on Summer's bedroom door and let herself in. What she saw broke her heart. Summer sat on the edge of the bed holding onto a old blanket for dear life. Her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks tear stained. She didn't even look up at Kirsten. Kirsten came at sat down next to the girl and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Oh Summer, Sweetie."
Summer let her head fall onto Kirsten's shoulder and she rubbed her back soothingly.
"Sweetie I'm so sorry."
"What am I going to do?" Summer Sobbed.
"Oh, it will be okay, we'll take care of you Summer," Kirsten sad in a motherly tone, close to crying her own tears.
"Can…can we um... go, I really don't want to be in the house anymore."
"I understand, do you have everything you need?"
Summer shook her head and got up. Kirsten grabbed her hand and led her out of the house. She walked her past the police car and opened the door of the Range Rover letting Summer get in, when she was settled she softly closed the door and walked over to the two chatting officers.
"I'll take her home from here."
"We have your address," the bigger of the two officers said, "We will tell the grandparents to come to your house."
"Of course," Kirsten responded.
She sighed as she walked towards the car, she was almost mad at the way the cops treated this thing so normally, but then again she supposed, they must be used to it by now. She climbed into the car and looked at Summer who looked back at her. She comfortingly patted her knee and started the car to drive off. About a minute into the drive Summer quietly spoke.
"I called Seth."
"What?" Kirsten asked, Summer had spoken too softly for her to hear.
"I called Seth, but I didn't say anything, I just cried and then I hung up and wouldn't answer his call, I don't know why I did, I bet he's all worried now, and I don't want him to come looking for me because I really want him to be there when we get home." Summer cried.
"Summer, sweetie, its okay. I had a feeling you might. After I got the call I called him a told him to stay home. He was worried about you but I told him I had it under control and I would be brining you home so he needed to stay there." Kirsten explained.
"You didn't tell him, did you?"
"No, I didn't think I had the right to without your permission."
Summer smiled "Yeah, I kind of want to tell him"
"Of course"
"You must think I'm crazy bringing this old blanket with me, the only thing I'm bringing with me"
"Of course not. I'm sure you have your reasons"
"It's my security blanket" Summer paused "My mom sewed it for me when she was pregnant. And she made it so I could use it for the rest of my life. It wasn't meant to be a baby blanket, 'not my Blanky' she would say, 'my blanket'. It was draped over the side of my crib until I got a bed, then, it sat at the edge.' Summer stopped and took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. "Whenever I was sick they would cover me with it, I have never had a sick day without it. Or when I needed to cry and no one was there, I would cry into it, talk to it, it was better than talking to myself, an sometimes Princess Sparkle wasn't cuddly enough" at this she smiled "And one night, at a party, after Seth came back and we weren't together, I got pretty drunk and I don't even remember if I was conscious when he brought me home, but I do know I woke up with this blanket draped over me, and that Seth had taken me home, somehow he knew I needed my blanket, or he just happened to put it over me, but still. I've never told anyone that before its silly, but I'm aloud to have something silly and stupid in my life, right?"
"It's not stupid Summer, it means a lot to you, and that's all that matters."
They pulled up to a red light and Kirsten stopped the car.
"You know he loves you a lot." Kirsten smiled
"I know, I love him too, more than I ever thought I could."
Kirsten smiled again.
"You know I know Seth loves you a lot, but he's not the only Cohen that does."
"Oh, Kirsten..."
Kirsten leaned over and kissed Summer gently on the forehead.
"I love you sweetie and I'm always here for you, ya know if Seth is being well... Seth or you need a girl to talk to and you can't talk to Marissa, or just anytime, okay?" she said as she cupped Summer's cheek in her hand.
"I know Kirsten, thank you so much, you've been like a mom to me and I can never thank you enough."
"You don't need to sweetie; you're like a daughter to me too."
Both girls had tears in their eyes when the light turned green and they continued their drive home.
When they pulled up at the Cohen house, Kirsten stopped the car but neither of the two woman got out.
"You ready?" Kirsten asked.
"Seth will possibly be the only thing that keeps me sane though all this," and with that she slowly stepped out of the car and on to the cement. Her tennis shoes making a soft patting sound as she walked.
Why was she so afraid to tell him? Why did she have butterflies in her stomach? He wasn't going to leave her. But he had left her already. Not Seth, not the only person that could keep her from locking herself in a closet and never coming out. No not Seth, but her father. Her father had left her and he was never coming back. The only person that she knew she needed to tell was waiting inside for her right now. Telling him would make it real, and oh, how she didn't want this to be real.
She reached the steps, Kirsten by her side. Everything was happening in slow motion again. Kirsten grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. And then as if someone had suddenly put her life back in normal speed, there was Seth.
He didn't stampede her. He didn't rush up to her talking a mile a minute trying to get an explanation. No her quietly walled up to her and said in a voice full of genuine concern.
"Oh god, Summer, are you okay, what happened." He spoke every word meticulously. Enunciating every last syllable.
"I'm going to go put this in your room." Kirsten said indicating towards the blanket she gently took from Summer, and she walked off.
"Can we sit down" Summer asked, and before she got an answer she was walking towards the couch, Seth following behind her.
"Sum?" Seth asked hesitantly.
"Seth..." she took a deep breath, she had to tell him before she cried and fell apart, "Seth my... my dad. He died Seth, with my step mom. Their both dead."
"Oh god Summer," and then she lost it. Her whole body was leaning into him, her arms were up against his chest, her head in between them. He wound his arms tightly around her, grasping to her for dear life. How could this be happening? Why was all this happening?
After Summer sat and cried in Seth's arms for fifteen minutes she didn't want to cry anymore. Her head felt like someone was banging a hammer up against it every time she sobbed. She was so tired, despite having woken up a few hours earlier. She could not believe that less than two hours ago, her life was great, now it was falling apart.
She slowly lifted her body away from Seth's.
"Do you have some aspirin; I can't take this headache anymore?"
"Yeah," Seth said, not loudly but too loud for Summers ears. She put her hands up against her ears.
"Sorry, yeah I'll be right back," he whispered as he kissed her head and slowly walked towards the kitchen.
It was too quite in the room, it was almost worse than noise. She got up and walked too the kitchen, and sat down at the bar. Seth handed her the painkillers and a glass of water. She graciously took them Set watched her, he wanted so badly to ask what was going to happen, what did happen, but he could not right now, now he needed to be there for her, he would ask questions later.
"Anything else?" he asked her.
"I really just want to go to sleep.,"
"Yeah of course," She stood and waked towards the hall, Seth wrapped an arm around her waist, and she looked so weak, he was afraid she would fall or break, or break more than she already was.
They walked to the door and Seth pushed it open. The room was a cream color; but had pits and pieces of summer brightness thrown about.
"Seth, I know that you're probably not tired, but could you maybe..." she didn't even finished her sentence, he knew what she was talking about.
"Anything for you Summer."
"I'm going to go wash my face"
"Ok, I'll be right back" Seth told her, She walked into the adjoining bathroom.
Seth walked into the kitchen and took a painkiller himself. His mother walked in and looked at him once before speaking.
"How is she?" she asked softly
"Well, not to great" he sighed.
"I can't even imagine what she is going though"
"Me either. Listen Mom she wants to go to sleep and I was wondering…"
"I think I'll make an exception under the circumstances," Kirsten interrupted
Seth smiled at her and walked back to Summer's room, when he entered he found her laying out her blanket across the bed. She saw him and climbed beneath the covers. Seth Closed the blinds and crawled in next to her. She immediately took to him like a magnet, there arms wrapped around each other.
"I love you Summer," Seth whispered into her hair, and she before she closed her eyes, she smiled.
AN- I hate to say I'm not totally proud of this chapter, but it's the longest, and the hardest I've ever had to write.Hopefully this will tie you guys over for a while. I am going to be in D.C until the 26th I think. Then it won't be updated until the next weekend because I will be a tad behind in school, and i have a drama showcase (2 nights, one C blcok and one night i dont even go hoem from school)to do. So I'm sorry that it will be almost 3 weeks, but then I will be updating on a regular basis. Maybe if I get enough reviews then I will update the Sunday after I get back or at least sooner than I had planned. So REVIEW!
EN-stupid long chapter it's gone and put me in a foul mood. Oh well it's a good chapter just a pain to edit. Anyways hope you like the story.
An- one more thing, i totally creid while writting this.
