An hour later after packing up what little Summer had brought with her for the weekend and threw it in the back of her Jeep, she was finally on the road heading back to Stanford. She didn't want to leave, but besides Gemma, Jax and Clay, she felt like she had no one that would stand by her side. She couldn't count on Opie anymore, like she had in the past and Chibs split the moment things had become the least bit difficult. Her heart had split in two and she was so angry at the choices she had made in her young life. Summer had wished that she could turn back time to the night of her 16th birthday and change how everything had played out with her and Opie. Life would have been a whole lot different for her if she hadn't asked for that bloody kiss on her birthday.
Summer looked in the review mirror and noticed that the same black Land Rover with dark tinted windows that had been behind her as she left the cozy little town of Charming, was still following her half an hour later. She didn't know anybody within the city limits who drove a black Land Rover. She was a little suspicious about it, but she tried not to let it get to her as she slowly approached the freeway exit heading towards Stanford. She pushed her concern to the back of her mind and turned up her music and tried to forget about the shit hand she had been dealt in the last 24 hours. All she knew was that she had to get home, relax and take care of the little baby growing inside her.
She was brought out her thoughts by the revving of an engine as the Land Rover sped up and squealed past her and then slammed on the breaks in front of her. She panicked and slammed on the breaks of her Jeep, which caused her to crash into the ditch. Her head slammed against the steering wheel as her vehicle came to an instant stop and she cried out in pain. "Holy shit," she said out loud, one hand going to her head and the other moving down to her stomach, hoping to God that the crash didn't harm her baby, "What the hell was that for?"
Her answer came very quickly when someone pulled the driver's door of her Jeep open. "Hey sweetheart," she heard an eerily familiar voice say to her, "Thought I wouldn't find you?" The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as her brain slowly began to process who was standing in front of her. Summer turned to look at her intruder. She broke into a cold sweat and her whole body began to shake as she turned her head away, hoping and praying that it was just a horrible dream. "Tyson..." Summer mumbled so quietly, he could barely hear her. The one boyfriend she tried to have to separate herself from Opie, also known as the second biggest mistake of her life. "I stand by what I said," he sneered as he reached behind her head and pulled her hair hard to make her look at him, "I promised you, that if you ever left I would find you and that when I did, I would kill you. If I can't have you, then nobody can."
He leaned in and kissed her roughly on the lips before he smashed her head, again, against the steering wheel. Everything went black.
Chibs was sitting on the picnic table out side with a beer in hand staring at nothing in particular. It had been a couple hours since Summer had left him standing there, stunned. He had no idea how to fix the problem. He knew that he probably didn't make the best decision and he should have been stronger for her. If he loved her as much as he said he did, he would put up more of fight for her. He should have been willing to fight harder for her, he was, but he was scared that in the end, he would end up without her. But that didn't matter now, as she had walked away from him anyways.
Jax had called Tara for Chibs and she came over shortly after Summer had left to stitch up his face. Tara hadn't been surprised at all that Opie had caused that much damage. "Lay low," she said quietly as she finished stitching him and patting his shoulder, "This will blow over, but it's going to take some time." He winced slightly as she gave one small final tug at the stitch and then put her stuff away. Tara had placed a kiss on his cheek and then smiled at him before she left the clubhouse.
Now he watched as Jax kissed Tara goodbye and slowly made his way over to the picnic table. He sat down beside Chibs and looked over at him. "What happened brother?" Jax asked quietly, "Where did Summer go?" "I ended it," Chibs mumbled, unable to make eye contact with Jax, "I can't handle Opie's bullshit. I'm a coward of sorts and I ended it. She held it together, but she is headed back to Stanford as we speak." "You're unbelievable," Jax groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, "The one person she can count on besides her family and you let her down."
Chibs grimaced at those words just as Gemma drove into the parking lot. In seconds Jax was running towards the caddy. "Gemma, when did Summer leave?" Jax asked urgently. "She called me about an hour ago that she had just left Charming," Gemma replied with a look of concern on her face, "Why what's wrong?" "Nothing," Jax replied as he turned and walked back towards Chibs, "We just have to get her back here." "Jax, she needs a break..." Gemma tried to explain. "Save it Gemma," Jax replied, "Chibs made a stupid mistake and he needs to make it right." Gemma smiled at Chibs and nodded her head to reassure him that everything would work out as it should.
"Let's go," Jax called out to Chibs as he hopped on his bike, "Got a lot of ground to make up. She shouldn't be too far." "What are we doing Jackie Boy?" Chibs asked, standing up and walking toward his bike, "We aren't going to catch up to her. She is long gone by now." "Then we ride all the way to Stanford," Jax replied as he kick started his bike, "You've got to get her back. She needs you more than anything right now." Chibs smiled slightly as he started his bike. Jax had always been a softy and a romantic, but you would never be able to tell from his rough, intimidating, 'son of bitch' exterior. It wasn't very often that this side of him snuck out.
"Lead the way Jackie boy," Chibs called out as he strapped on his helmet, "Let's go get her back." Jax grinned at him before he peeled out of his parking spot and out of the parking lot with Chibs right on his bumper. Jax was right though. Summer had to know how he felt about her and that he would be there for her no matter what. He wanted to be her support, he didn't want to abandon her during this difficult time in her life. He wasn't sure how she would react to him coming after her to make things right, but it was a chance he knew he had to take. She could turn him away for all he knew, but he couldn't let fear get in the way of that.
45 minutes later as they approached the freeway turn off for Stanford, Chibs and Jax came to a sudden stop when they saw a Jeep, slightly resembling Summer's Jeep, in the ditch. Jax jumped off his bike in an instant and took off running into the ditch. The tires were slashed and the front windshield was shattered. As Jax walked around the Jeep, investigating to find out for sure if it was Summer's Jeep, Chibs walked up to the driver's side of the Jeep and looked in through the window. He reached in and pulled out the piece of paper that was sitting on the seat. His stomach lurched and his heart began to pound in his chest as he read it. This couldn't be happening, not now, not when he was supposed to be making things right with her. This was all his fault.
"Shite!" Chibs yelled as he kicked the front tire until his foot hurt, "Fucking hell!" Jax came running over to him and Chibs handed him the note, unable to say anything to him. Jax looked down at the note and read, "I've got the bitch and she's as good as dead." "Jesus Christ," Jax cried out, punching the side of the Jeep. Chibs slid to the ground and put his head in his hands. There was absolutely no indicator of who took her or who wrote the note. He should have kept her close. He should have held on tight and never let her go. At this moment, the situation with her and Opie didn't even register in his mind. He just wanted her back and he wanted her safe.
He lifted his head when he heard Jax speak. "Hey," Jax said into his phone, "Juice we need you to bring a tow truck out to the freeway near the Stanford exit. We've got a bit of a problem." Jax was silent for a moment and looked over at Chibs, the anger very evident on his face. "Don't ask questions Juice," Jax growled, "I'll explain when you get here." Jax pressed end and then dialled another number. It was obvious that he had called Tara, which had been a good idea. Maybe Tara knew something, after all, she was Summer's best friend.
About ten minutes later Jax sat down beside Chibs and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey man," Jax said quietly, holding his hands together to keep them from shaking, "I was just talking to Tara. I wanted to know if she knew anything that could help us find Summer. Summer had mentioned to Tara about a year and a half ago that she was trying to move on from Opie and had started seeing this guy named Tyson. From what Tara told me, it sounds like Tyson was involved in a gang, but Summer was never sure of his position in the gang or how bad it actually was." "Well now we have ter find this son of a bitch and kill his ass," Chibs growled, clenching his hands into fists. "I agree Chibs," Jax mumbled in response, "But the problem with that is how do we locate this ass-hole?" "Juice," Chibs said quickly, "Juice can help." "You're brilliant!" Jax exclaimed, "I just don't have much to give him so he can start a search. All I have is a name and I know that he was or is involved with a gang in the Stanford area." "Well, it's a start," Chibs replied, "Jax, we can't just sit here with our fingers up our asses. We have to find her and we have to find her soon. She is in a lot of trouble."
Jax looked at Chibs and they both knew that the longer they sat there, the less time they had to find her. "We'll find her," Jax said through gritted teeth, "I promise you, we will find her."