It was three days later and she was sitting in a chair in her room across from her psychiatrist, Dr. Newsome. They sat there in an awkward silence and accomplishing absolutely nothing. This was their second meeting and Summer still didn't feel like Dr. Newsome could be trusted, but since it had only been four days since her kidnapping and attack, anyone would be hard pressed to find anyone that Summer trusted at that moment. Besides the club, Gemma, Tara and Donna, she trusted no one and she was scared all the time. Summer felt uncomfortable as Dr. Newsome sat in her chair and stared at her. She ignored Dr. Newsome and closed her eyes, trying to think of something more pleasant before her whole life had turned to shit.
Summer laid there in his bed unable to put into words what she was feeling in that moment. She had just turned 16, but being with Opie was exactly what she wanted and she felt no regret as he made love to her slowly and gently.She never imagined that being with him would feel like it did. He was big, scary, very intimidating, but he turned into a completely different person that night after everyone else had left the cabin.
She laid there as Opie assaulted her body with his mouth and she moaned quietly in response. She ran her hands through his hair as he slowly made his way back up her body to her mouth. She closed her eyes as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, and slowly running his hands down her body. "Are you sure?" Opie whispered against her mouth. Summer nodded her and whimpered in response, feeling insatiable and never wanting him to stop making her feel this way. She gasped quietly as he slowly slid into her, it was incredible. She held on to him as he slowly began to slide in and out of her. "Does that feel good baby?" he murmured.
Summer thought his voice sounded strange and unfamiliar when he asked that and she lifted her head off the pillow. He looked up at her and she was filled with terror as she felt the white hot pain of a knife sliding into her stomach...
Summer let out a small yelp and her hand flew to her mouth as she was brought back to reality. It took her a moment to process that her mind was only playing tricks on her, but it was too late. Her heart began pounding in her chest and she burst into tears. Dr. Newsome was kneeling in front of Summer in seconds with her hands resting on Summer's knees. "Where did you go Summer?" Dr. Newsome asked. Summer looked at the doctor for a moment and didn't say a word and then the dam broke. She knew instantly that Dr. Newsome was definitely someone she could trust.
"He is never going to leave me alone," Summer cried out as she put her hands on top of Dr. Newsome's hands, "He's there when I sleep, he's there when I daydream, he's there when I'm trying to kiss my boyfriend. He is always fucking there! And that's exactly what he wanted!" "Who is, Summer?" Dr. Newsome asked, "Who is haunting you?" Dr. Newsome had a basic understanding that she had been kidnapped and attacked, but no other details were given to her as per her request. She had wanted Summer to be able to trust her and open up to her on her own. Dr. Newsome had told her this in their first meeting two days earlier and since that moment, Summer never said a word.
"Tyson!" Summer exclaimed, "He kidnapped me and had his friend rape me 10 times in the span of 10 hours. Now all I can see is his hideous face." "Who is Tyson and who is his friend?" Dr. Newsome asked as she reached in her pocket for a Kleenex and handed it to Summer. Summer took the Kleenex and blew her nose and wiped the tears from her face. "Tyson is my ex-boyfriend," Summer replied before taking a deep and shaky breath, "He is also one of the biggest and dangerous drug dealers at Stanford. His friend, Buddy is also his right hand man. Tyson pays him to do all of his dirty work, including me." Summer wasn't stupid enough to mention that Buddy was killed, she knew it was better to play dumb in that respect. "So where were you just now?" Dr. Newsome asked, "When you were haunted by Tyson and Buddy?" Summer felt a little ashamed that she had been thinking about Opie and not Chibs. "I was with my other ex," Summer replied quietly, "It was my first time on my 16th birthday and just as things were starting to get good he looked up at me... and it wasn't him..."
Summer watched as Dr. Newsome stood up and moved back to her chair and quickly jotted down some notes. "Summer, if you are ok and trust me with what you tell me," Dr. Newsome began, "I want to see you regularly for the next little while." Summer nodded her head at Dr. Newsome. "I trust you," she whispered. "I know that Dr. Knowles said they wanted to keep you until the end of the week, which is only a couple more days," Dr. Newsome continued, "But I'm going to advise them that I recommend that you stay for another week. I would like to see you every day for an hour, or for however long you need me, if it's more than an hour then I am ok with that. Once you are released from the hospital, I would like to see you twice a week for two months just to monitor you. After that, if you think you want to keep seeing me then we can make those arrangements."
Summer sat in her chair silently, processing what Dr. Newsome had just told her. The truth was, she was completely ok with Dr. Newsome's recommendation. She was afraid to be out in the world right now and considering how often she was haunted by these thoughts and memories, she felt safer being at St. Thomas than she did back at Stanford or even just in Charming. She knew that she would have to get back out in the world soon, but she didn't want to rush herself into it.
"I think it's a good idea," Summer replied, "I'm ok with staying here a little longer. I definitely don't feel safe going back to Stanford. And even though I am 25, I know for a fact that Clay and Gemma... and Jax and Chibs...are not going to want me to leave Charming. They are going to want to protect me and keep an eye on me and quite honestly, right now I'm ok with that too." Dr. Newsome smiled at her and closed her note book. "We are going to take care of you Summer," Dr. Newsome said nicely, "It's going to take some time to get you back on your feet, but before you know it you will be back to your old self. So is it ok if I come back tomorrow around the same time and we can continue where we left off?" "Absolutely," Summer replied. "Also, I'm going to have a prescription filled for you," Dr. Newsome said as she pulled out her script pad, "It's a heavy duty sleeping pill. It's better than the sedative they have been giving you. Also, I am going to give you a different anti-anxiety medicine. Hopefully these will both help you to get back to a somewhat normal way of daily life." "Thank you Dr. Newsome," Summer said quietly, "I'm sorry it took a little while for me to open up." "It's nothing unusual to me," Dr. Newsome replied, "It usually takes something monumental like what happened to you this afternoon, to make people trust me and want to talk to me about their situation."
Dr. Newsome put her stuff in her bag and stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow Summer," she said with smile before she let herself out of the room.
Summer sat in her chair for a while after Dr. Newsome had left and she must have dozed off. "Sweetie," Tara said and Summer slowly opened her eyes. She smiled when she saw her best friend standing in front of her. "Hey," Summer said quietly, "How long have I been out?" "Well Dr. Newsome left 45 minutes ago," Tara replied, "Apparently you two had the breakthrough she was waiting for?" "Yeah, it was hell, but it happened," Summer replied.
Summer reached out her hand and Tara took it and helped her out of the chair and helped her to her bed. "Well I'm glad you two are starting to make progress," Tara replied with a small smile, "Dr. Newsome is one of the best psych doctors at St. Thomas and she was the only one I trusted to help in your case. Even Clay had Juice do some research on her to make sure she could be trusted." "Of course he did," Summer replied sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Tara gave her a look that she was unable to decipher. "Sum, can you really blame him or the rest of the club for being over protective right now?" Tara asked, "Look what just happened to you?" "I know," Summer replied exasperatedly, "Forget I even said that. I know they are just being cautious. I'm just off today."
Tara pulled over the blood pressure machine and thermometer and stood in front of Summer. "Isn't the nurse supposed to do this?" Summer questioned with a raise of her eyebrow. Tara smiled at her as she wrapped the cuff around Summer's arm. "Typically yes," Tara replied, "But I have been put in complete charge of you and your care. I actually wanted it that way, plus we need to talk." Summer's heart sank when she said those words. Nothing ever good came from 'we need to talk'. "What's wrong?" Summer asked cautiously. "We got some more results back," Tara replied quietly before she shoved the thermometer in Summer's mouth, "From x-rays, blood tests and samples they took during surgery. Buddy was surprisingly, clean from all STIs and HIV, so there are no worries there. But there was more damage done to your uterus and vaginal walls than we had expected."
Summer knew instantly what Tara was about to tell her and she really didn't want her to say the words out loud. "Don't say it Tara," Summer mumbled, "Do not tell me that I am unable to have children." Summer looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes and Tara's look resembled hers. "I'm sorry Summer," Tara said quietly, "The odds aren't good. You have a 95% chance of not being able to conceive." Summer could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces and she had no idea how to deal with the news. "What can be done?" Summer questioned with desperation in her voice, "Please tell me it can be repaired...?" "There is a surgery that we could try Summer," Tara replied as she reached for her hand, "But it's not guaranteed. And we won't really know anything until you actually try to have a baby." "Do it," Summer pleaded, "Please try it. I want you to."
Tara looked at her with a small smile and nodded her head in response. "I'll book the surgery," Tara whispered, "It will probably happen in a couple days." Nothing else was said after that. Tara hopped onto the bed beside Summer and pulled her into her arms. Summer held onto Tara as the tears began to fall. Summer had not planned for this at all. What had happened to her life?