Sorry, no time for my normal long rants, I have SO much homework and I want to read the bible some before bed time. I love you all! Review! Still check out "Just let my Blood Drip", it's an awesome story. Um, read and leave yout love. BTW this is Summers POV. I have to add though Sis2aCesarsalad, don't be so critical to people who are so called "whores" or whatever. Everyone has a story, nobody is just anything, it's not right to judge anyone for it, even if it is just a character. lol, it's life.

xoxo Jules!

Chapter 2: "Caught in a landslide-"

Summer POV: Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye

People think that I'm a slut, like that's it, as if it is that simple. I guess that just proves how stupid and Naïve people can be. They don't know me, they'll never know me. Unless you have been through what I have been through you'll never understand me either... at least I don't think you'll understand me... nobody's ever tried...

"What ya doing? Reading the Kama Sutra?" Seth Cohen asked as he slid in my seat next to me.

This kid is like a disease! He's annoying and painful and you think he's gone but he always comes back!

"No." I said as I slid my book down under the table.

It's easier for people to think that you are just the stupid whore...that way...well that way there are no real expectations.

"What do you plan on doing when we get out of here?" Seth asked me

What was it with this kid and getting out? ... Don't get me wrong, I can't stand Cohen, but the kid's got dreams, and that's something really rare around here.

"I don't know. You?" I responded shortly.

His eyebrows raised. People always seemed surprised when I didn't have a smart comeback, and didn't do the Diva eye roll. People are threatened by the unfamiliar, and who am I to put people outside of their comfort zones right?

"I don't know. I wanted to sail to Tahiti one day actually." Seth confessed.

See, big dreams, no surprise to me. The road blocks don't matter to a kid like Seth, he's always so... optimistic. I wish that I could be that way. I guess that life just dealt Cohen and I very different cards...

"That sounds cool." I said smiling honestly

Seth smiled, most likely from getting a smile out of my normal stony... self.

"Yeah, I don't have a boat or anything but I used to sail." Seth said

"Really? When?" I asked honestly interested. Seth never talked about his past.

"A long time ago." Was all that he said looking away from me.

I looked at Seth sadly. I don't like it when he gets that way, all sad and stuff. Seth is the only one here with a past worth missing. I mean, he doesn't talk about it or anything, you can just tell something's missing.

Marissa, Ryan, and I, there was nothing in out past's worth looking back on that I could tell at least. I don't know much about Ryan's past. He's quiet and broody and stuff. He pretty much keeps to himself. From what I know about Marissa is that she was something like the ninth of eleven kids, and from what little I have heard her say about her mother I have gathered that she was a crack whore that would do anything for a hit... Her mom had a lot of kids, some were with their fathers, others were taken away by social services.

"Yeah, well, I'll catch you later." I said as I stood up and walked back to my room, with my book clutched tightly to my chest.

Emotional conversation, never a good thing. When you share something deep with someone you get attached. There's no point in getting attached to something if you end up loosing everything anyway.

I escaped to the only place where I knew that I could be alone. My room. I never counted on Marissa being there seeing how she was always passed out in one corner or another somewhere, but today was different.

"Hey." I said when I came in, I didn't want to surprise her. If you snuck up on Marissa you could count on having a pocket knife flashed at you in a matter of seconds. "Are you alright?" I asked her when I saw her sitting in the corner of her bed rocking back and forth. Just looking her you could tell she was clammy and her skin had lost all color.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She managed to stutter out.

"No you're not." I said sitting on the foot of the bed.

That is one thing about Marissa and I. We are there for each other when we need it, but otherwise we don't acknowledge one anothers existence.

"They're sending me away." Marissa confessed

"What?" I asked. I was surprised, I mean sure, there had been threats in the past that they were going to send her away but nobody had actually taken the incentive to do anything. "Where?"

"Some institution or something." Marissa said in an expressionless voice.

"When?" I asked still unsure of what to think of any of this.

"Two days or something. As soon as another bed opens up..." She said looking up at me

I was shocked by the gesture. Never in our years here did I see Marissa look anyone in the eye. Her eyes were always pointed downward or staring blankly at the wall as if she were trying to look for something that wasn't there.

"Do you mind, um... going?" I asked. I am pretty sure that this has been the only time that I've been at a loss for words.

"They act like it's my fault!" Marissa suddenly yelled causing me to jump back. Tears suddenly sprung from her eyes. What was going on?

"They act like what's your fault?" I asked attempting to take hold of her hand, but she swatted it away...

"Me, all of this, the drugs!" Marissa said as she pursed her lips together but I could still see them quivering as she tried to hold back the rest of the tears...

"Well then whose fault is it?" I asked attempting to put together the pieces.

"I didn't want to do it. I was in trouble, I spilt red juice on the carpet... I get beaten, I cried. She tried to calm me down. I tried to calm myself down, I was just so upset... I was so upset... then she lit up the joint and held it to my lips. I didn't want it, but I had to breath, I had to take it... I was six." Marissa summed up. "I never wanted to be her."

As I watched Marissa, as I listened, REALLY listened to her I understood. I never wanted to be my mother either, but that's who I'm becoming... but I will never let the things happen to my daughter that she let happen to me. Maybe we won't end up at the same place, I didn't end up knocked up at 16.

"I understand." I said. I don't know why, but I reached out for her again, but this time, I didn't let go and she didn't push away. This time she let me hold her.

It took me hours to get Marissa to calm down and then she eventually drifted off to sleep. Next order of business, I had to go find Ryan and Seth. I wandered down the hallways looking for them.

"Hey." One of the male nurses said groping me through my shirt.

"Not now Joey." I said pushing him off of me...

Every time I was with a guy I felt dirty. I feel like I felt when I was little... Seth and Ryan were watching me from the end of the hall. I know what they were thinking "how could a slut like her turn a guy down". I'm just going to let them think what they want. Theres more important stuff to deal with now.

"Hey, I need to talk to you like now." I said bouncing anxiously from foot to foot as I pulled them into a storage closet that I remembered all too well from the night before from a late night rendezvous with the late night security guard.

"Summer, I didn't realize that you were into the whole threesome thing, although I'm not surprised." Seth said cockily to me. Like I would ever want him... that's just EW!

"Shove it Cohen. This is about Marissa."

When I mentioned her name Ryan's head snapped to attention.

"What about her?" He asked

"She's getting sent away in two days. We have to get out of here before then. She doesn't belong in an institution or anything!" I explained

"So what are you trying to say?" Ryan asked from where he still stood leaning against the toilet paper rack.

"That we have to leave here, tonight."

"All the more reason to go stealth!" Seth said leaning against the feminine products rack.

I'm going to kill that kid one day.