Summer opened her eyes after the horror had ended. She had refused to watch or look at Buddy as he raped her and then smack her around a bit. Summer had been in and out of consciousness and she didn't know how much more she could take, but she refused to give up. "Oh, look who woke up," Buddy exclaimed with an evil smile, "Was I too rough with you?" Summer didn't say a word to him, she just glared and refused to give in to his taunting. "I'll leave you alone to recover," Buddy replied as he did up his pants and made his way to the door, "Who knows when I will want some more of that fine ass." Summer closed her eyes tightly to prevent the angry tears from exploding from her eyes. She felt wretched and she knew that if no body found her, the raping and beating would only continue until it killed her.
Summer laid there for what seemed like an eternity before she heard the door open again. "Get the fuck away from me," she mumbled, not really caring at that point what they planned to do her if she shot her mouth off. "Now now," she heard Tyson say, "That's not very nice." Tyson sat down on the bed beside her and reached up and untied her hands from the bed posts. "Is it your turn now?" Summer asked, the sound of exhaustion evident in her voice. "No, as much as I would like to screw your brains out," Tyson replied, "I have other things in mind for you." Summers eyes got wide with terror when she saw Tyson pull a large kitchen knife out from underneath the bed.
"I want you to be honest with me," Tyson said quietly and calmly, "Every time you lie to me, I will punish you. So make sure to be honest." "What the hell Tyson!?" Summer cried out, "You have lost your fucking mind!" "A long time ago sweetheart," he replied with a devilish grin. He took the knife and slowly slid it across her shoulder, not too deep, but just deep enough to make her whimper. "I don't think it was your turn to talk," Tyson replied in a calm tone. At this point, Summer realized that Tyson was going to keep changing the rules of this horrendous game just because he could. She knew that in the end it wouldn't matter if she lied or if she was honest, he was going to use his knife on her if he felt like it.
"Why did you leave me?" Tyson asked, looking her straight in the eye. "Because I didn't deserve to be treated the way you treated me," Summer replied quietly. He shoved the tip of the knife into her shoulder and she bit her tongue to prevent any noise from coming out of her mouth. "Wrong sweetheart," Tyson said as he twisted the knife in the same spot, "You deserved everything you got from me. I wouldn't do it unless I felt that it was deserved." "Fucking bastard," Summer whispered. He glared at her and then slapped her hard across the face. "Don't talk back to me you little bitch," Tyson yelled, "You left me. You deserve this pain!"
He turned his head for one moment and Summer took advantage of it. She thrusted herself forward and smashed her head against his to knock him off his guard. He fell to the ground and put his head in his hands and groaned. That was what she needed. She stood up, despite how weak she felt, and kicked him as hard as she could in the stomach. It knocked the breath out of him instantly and it took him a little bit to regain his composure.
Once Tyson did get back on his feet, Summer had already run to the door and flung it open ready to run down the hall when she felt a white hot searing pain in her lower abdomen. Buddy had met her at the door and when she looked down she watched as he pulled the kitchen knife out of her stomach. "No..." she screamed, holding a hand to her stomach. She looked up at Buddy as the tears instantly sprang to her eyes. "You have no idea what you've just done," she breathed. "Baby, I just did what I was told," Buddy replied, "Right boss?" "You bet... good job Buddy," Tyson replied as he stood up behind Summer, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed the other knife halfway into her pelvis, right near her uterus. Summer looked up at both of them before she crumpled on the ground in a heap.
"Please, Tyson," Summer gasped, "Don't leave me here, it's not too late. I will die if I don't get help soon." "That's the whole point sweetheart," Tyson replied as him and Buddy walked out of the bedroom, "If I can't have you then nobody can." With that he closed the door behind him and left her bleeding out on the floor. "Jesus Christ you cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch!" she cried out as she took a deep breath. She pulled herself up and leaned against the closest wall and put her hand over both wounds. The pain was monumental and unbearable, but she had to do her best to stay awake. If she fell asleep, she didn't know if she would ever wake up again. She felt around the wounds and she knew that she could be saved if someone got to her in time.
Summer leaned her head against the wall and took a deep breath and something dark on the floor about three feet away caught her eye. "Yes," Summer whispered, "Those two aren't always the brightest crayons in the box." She began to slowly move herself across the floor and she reached out for her phone that they failed to hide from her. She turned it on and she smiled when she saw the charge was at more than 50%.
She quickly dialled an all too familiar number. "Yeah," Opie said on the other end. "Ope, it's me," Summer whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, "It's Summer." "Summer, where are you?" Ope asked urgently. "I don't know Ope," she whispered again, not wanting anyone to hear her, "I know I'm at the university. Buddy's dorm I think. Try to get here soon, I'm in a lot of trouble." "Summer, you don't sound ok," Opie exclaimed, "What happened?" Summer's eye sight was getting hazy and she began to feel incredibly dizzy. "Summer!" Opie yelled into the phone, "Talk to me!" "Hurry Ope..." Summer sputtered. The phone fell from her hand and silently onto the carpeted floor as she collapsed into a lifeless pile on the floor beside it.
Chibs walked over to Opie and looked at him curiously waiting for him to talk. "That was Summer," Opie replied all shaken up, "It doesn't sound good Chibs. She sounded like she was in a lot of trouble and then the phone went dead." Chibs looked at Opie and for the first time, he saw the raw pain in Chibs' eyes. He never really thought of the possibility that Chibs' feelings for Summer were actually real and not just a joke. That was also the moment when Opie realized that he really did have to let Summer go. "Hey man, look at me," Opie said as he put his hands on Chibs shoulders, "We are going to find her. I promise you, we will find her." Chibs continued to stare through him and Opie did the only thing he could in that moment. He pulled Chibs in for tight hug. Chibs wrapped his arms around Opie and hugged him back. "We better," Chibs mumbled, "Because I need her, more than anything."
At that moment, Jax came running towards them. "Ok, I found out where Buddy's dorm is and Happy is about ten minutes out," Jax said, knowing that he had interrupted something, "What I miss?" "We have to hurry Jax," Chibs mumbled, "Summer just called Opie, we think she might be in quite a bit of trouble. She was talking to him and then the phone went dead." "Just now?" Jax questioned, his voice raising as he looked up at Opie, "Did she say where she was?" Opie shook his head in response. "She said she thought she was in Buddy's dorm room," Opie replied, "But she wasn't sure." "I am almost 100% positive that Buddy's dorm is where she is," Jax confirmed, "I talked to someone, that doesn't deal with Buddy or Tyson personally, and he showed me where Buddy's dorm was. The place is like a small apartment and all the curtains were closed. Buddy has something to hide." "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" Chibs growled, "Let's go get her."
Jax looked over at Opie and then back at Chibs and right at that moment Happy sped towards them and came to a stop at the curb. "Alright, let's kill these assholes," Happy growled quietly so only they could hear him. "We have to approach with caution Hap," Jax said, feeling the same way Happy did, "If we spook them, then they might act brashly. If they know we're coming then they could try to kill Summer. We have to come up with a plan." "Simple," Opie stated, "Guaranteed, that if Tyson is the head honcho, he won't be there, not if he knows it's possible that someone is going to come looking for him. Buddy is alone with her. So I say the most normal looking one of all of us goes and knocks on the door without the patch. Say you're interested in the goods and then we make our move." Opie looked over at Jax and held out his hand. "What the hell are you looking at me for?" Jax questioned, putting his hands up, "What do you want Ope?" "Jax, take your cut off," Ope replied, "You make the perfect candidate for this experiment. Let's go save your sister." Jax rolled his eyes as he shrugged out of his cut and handed it to Opie. "Fine..." Jax replied in a raspy voice, "Let's do this."
About twenty minutes later Jax was standing outside of Buddy's apartment and the others were hiding around the corner. They had agreed that once Buddy let him in, then they would attack. Jax took a deep breath, ran an angry and shaky hand through his hair and knocked on the door. At first there was no answer, but after about a minute the door flung open and a giant of a man stood in front of him. He was about the same height as Opie, 6'5, and he looked like he weighed about 300 pounds and it was all muscle. If this was Buddy and he did all of Tyson's dirty work, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill Summer with one slap to the face. In that moment Jax couldn't even imagine what he had done to her already.
"Who the hell are you?" the guy grumbled, "And what do you want?" "Are you Buddy?" Jax asked confidently as he shoved his hands in his pocket. "Depends on whose asking?" he replied. "Well, I'm a transfer here at Stanford, just got here," Jax replied, trying his best to play the 'I need a fix now' role that he was aiming for, "I heard that Tyson or Buddy are the ones to go to if you need a quick fix." Buddy broke into a big smile. "Well then," he said cooperatively, "You've come to the right place my man." Without even giving it a second thought Buddy pushed the front door open wider for Jax to come in. In an instant Jax lifted his hand up to signal to the others and the attack was on.
Jax swung his hand back and thrusted it forward and smashed his fist into Buddy's face without skipping a beat. Buddy looked at him stunned as the group pounced. Jax continued his attack while Chibs and Opie pushed their way through the front door and into the dorm. "What the fuck?" Buddy yelled out as Jax took his hands and pulled them behind his back while Happy took a few shots at him. "You son of a bitch," Happy yelled in his face, spit flying out of his mouth, "Where the hell is she?!" "Where the hell is who?" Buddy cried out, "I don't know what you're talking about!" And like clock work, Chibs and Opie both yelled out to Jax from down the hall.
Jax left Happy with Buddy, who was already pretty subdued and ran down the hall to a small room in the back of the apartment. He stood in the doorway and saw Chibs on his knees on the floor beside Summer's lifeless body and Opie had apparently just punched his fist through the wall. "Jesus Christ," Jax whispered as he looked at his sister on the floor, "What did they do to her?" Chibs looked up at Jax and Opie with tears in his eyes. "It looks like she was stabbed twice..." Chibs mumbled as he ran his hand through her black hair, "The stab wound to the front of her stomach may have done some serious damage, but it looks like the wound to her pelvis only went in a couple inches." Chibs looked up at Opie with sadness in his eyes and it only took Opie a second to realize what Chibs was silently trying to tell him. There was no way that his baby was still alive.
Chibs grabbed Summer's wrist and checked for a pulse. "Jackie Boy, we gotta hurry," Chibs whispered, "Her pulse is barely there and her breathing is very ragged." "Stupid son of a bitch..." Opie mumbled before leaving the room and charging down the hallway towards Happy and Buddy, "Step aside Hap. This son of a bitch is about to meet his maker..." Opie pulled out his gun and pointed it at Buddy's head and Buddy looked up at Opie with fear, or ultimate terror in his eyes. "Please, don't do this," Buddy pleaded, "I'll turn myself in...If you kill me, you will have a horrible situation on your hands. They won't stop until they find out who killed me..." "Shut up," Opie screamed in his face, "I don't know who helped you set up this operation, but you and Tyson and whoever else are fucking sick people. You all deserve to die for what you did to her..." "I only did..." Buddy began to plead as a gun shot rang out through the house. Opie pulled the trigger before Buddy even had a chance to explain himself. Quite honestly, Opie didn't give two shits about why and how everything went down.
Happy stared at Opie for a minute and then, as Jax made his way down the hall towards them, pulled the gun out of Opie's hand without saying a word. He wiped down every inch of the gun and then strategically placed it in Buddy's hand. "Call 911 and have an ambulance come to get Summer," Happy said quietly, "I will set this place up to look like it was a suicide. Jax, when you talk to the police, tell them that Buddy, Tyson's right hand man, had kidnapped Summer and when you got here to rescue her, he had already killed himself. It's the only way we get off with out getting arrested and going to jail." "Thanks man," Jax replied as he picked up the phone and dialled 911.
"911, what's your emergency," the operator said on the other end. "We've got what looks like a kidnapping and suicide at an apartment suite at Stanford University." Jax gave her as much information as he could and then he hung up the phone. "Now we wait," Jax said to his crew.