The Unexpected (Chapters Twenty Eight and Twenty Nine)

[missmara13]

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Kirsten, I..." Ryan started.

"Don't," Kirsten said, her own face bright red. "Summer, get dressed and go home."

Summer nodded, finally getting her bra hooked again and reaching for her shirt.

"Oh my God," Ryan whispered, catching Summer's wrist and looking at her upper arm. Or, more specifically, the bruise on it.

"What happened?" Kirsten asked, for a moment forgetting her disappointment with them.

Summer pulled away, trying to pull her shirt on and hide the bruise from sight. "Nothing," she muttered.

"Summer," Kirsten said. "That's not nothing."

"Who?" Ryan said, getting to his feet. "Who did that?"

"No one," Summer said.

"I've seen bruises like that, Summer. My... Dawn used to get them all the time. Same place, and shape, and everything. Who did it?"

"It's fine," Summer said, trying to move past Ryan and out the door.

"Bull!" Ryan said. "Someone did that, Summer. Someone hurt you and that's not fine!"

Kirsten stepped closer. "Okay, Ryan, calm down. Summer, tell us what happened."

"Really, it's okay!" Summer said.

"It's that guy," Ryan said. "Your stepmother's tennis instructor. He did that, didn't he?"

"What tennis instructor?" Kirsten asked.

"The one her stepmother is screwing," Ryan blurted out. "That's why you came over here, isn't it?" he added to Summer.

"She thought it was funny," Summer said, her tone hurt and bitter. "When he grabbed me, and held me against the wall, she thought it was funny. And it just got funnier when he tried to get my pants off."

"Oh honey," Kirsten said, stepping past the shocked and angry Ryan to pull the girl into a comforting hug. "It's okay."

"She just laughed," Summer said, starting to cry. "I was screaming and she kept laughing, and calling me names... and he just kept pulling at my clothes..."

"I'm gonna kill him," Ryan growled.

"No," Kirsten said firmly. "You're not. We're all going to go inside, and you're going to stay with Summer while I go get Sandy..."

"No!" Summer said. "No you... you can't..."

"Summer, what happened..."

"My Dad'll... he'll never forgive me if I mess up his marriage to Gloria!"

"She was going to let that guy rape you!" Ryan yelled.

"Ryan," Kirsten said, trying to comfort the still shaking Summer and calm her son down. "Please, just..."

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at Summer, who had shrunk back at his angry tone. "Summer... I'm sorry," he said softly, instantly feeling guilty. "It's going to be okay. Just... just..."

"Let me and Sandy handle this," Kirsten interrupted. "Come on, let's go inside," she continued, guiding Summer towards the door.

~~~~

"Sandy, wake up," Kirsten said, shaking her husband.

"What?" Sandy asked blearily. "What is it?"

"We have a situation."

"Are the boys okay?" Sandy asked, immediately more alert.

"Except for Ryan contemplating murdering the man who tried to rape Summer, the boys are fine," Kirsten said.

"What?" Sandy asked, sitting up.

"Gloria Roberts is having an affair, and her little boyfriend tried to rape Summer tonight. The poor girl is terrified..." Kirsten explained. "Ryan's with her in the living room."

Sandy got up and hurried out behind his wife. As they reached the doorway to the living room, they paused, listening to Ryan try to comfort Summer.

"It's gonna be okay," he was saying. "Kirsten and Sandy... they're really good at taking care of people. They'll help you, they won't let anyone hurt you. They're really good at the parenting thing... trust me, they're the best at it."

Kirsten covered her mouth with her hand at his words, feeling a swell of pride that Ryan trusted them that much.

Sandy squeezed her shoulder than walked into the room. "Ryan's right," he said. "We're going to help you, Summer."

"How?" Summer asked. "Huh? I mean, I've got a bruise on my arm, what kind of evidence is that?"

"You've got your word," Ryan said.

"Yeah, right," Summer said with a harsh laugh. "I'm Summer Roberts, queen slut of Newport. I go from Seth to you in like 2 weeks. I dress like a slut, and I'm the first one people think of when they think skank to be in the kissing booth."

"Summer, stop," Ryan said.

"None of that is true," Sandy said, sitting down on the coffee table. "And even if it was, that wouldn't make what happened all right. You're 16, a minor. I'm assuming this man is an adult?"

"22 with abs of steel according to Gloria," Summer said.

"Then even if you had been willing it would have been illegal," Sandy said. "And this... it's attempted rape, Summer. That's not something courts ignore. Especially when you've got Sandy Cohen making sure they don't."

"See?" Ryan whispered. "Everything's going to be okay."

Sandy glanced over at Ryan, and recognized the tightly controlled anger bubbling inside the teenager. "First things first," he said to Summer. "We need to call the police, get them to take you statement. And we need to call you're Dad. Do you have a number to reach him at?"

"The Marriot Hotel in Dallas," Summer said. "Room 418."

"I'll call him," Kirsten said, heading for her home office to make the call.

"I'll call the police," Sandy said. "Ryan, stay with her."

Ryan nodded. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised.

Sandy got up and caught Kirsten's arm before she could get to her office. "I'm missing something here."

"Yes, you are," Kirsten said. "But right now... I don't think it matters."

~~~~

When Seth woke up the next morning, he heard voices outside and looked out his window, frowning as he saw his Dad and Ryan talking to the cops. He tried to remember if Ryan could have done anything against his probation recently, but couldn't think of anything, so he hurriedly dressed and ran downstairs. As he entered the living room he found Summer curled up in a corner of the couch wearing one of Ryan's zip-up sweatshirts and sipping tea. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Me pulling a Coop and needing to be rescued," Summer said miserably.

"There's nothing wrong with getting help, Summer," Kirsten said as she entered from the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Seth repeated.

"Her stepmother's boyfriend attacked her," Ryan said from the doorway where he stood with Sandy. The teenager was visibly grinding his teeth as he tried to keep himself from hunting down the man and hurting him.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked his ex. "I mean..."

"Fine," Summer said. "Chino and your folks are taking care of me. The police have my statement, my Dad's been called and he's flying back. I'm fine."

Ryan opened his mouth then snapped it shut. "I'm gonna go get dressed," he finally said.

"Ryan..." Kirsten started.

"Please, just..." Ryan said. "Yell at me later, okay? Tell me how disappointed you are later. Right now I just need to get dressed."

Kirsten sighed, but nodded. "Okay."

"Please don't be mad at him," Summer whispered. "It's my fault..."

Seth hesitated, then hurried upstairs after Ryan, figuring he stood a better chance at getting answers from his brother. He barged into Ryan's room without knocking and found the other boy sitting on the floor, crying almost silently into his hands. "Ryan?" Seth asked quietly. He'd never seen Ryan cry. Never.

"He left bruises, Seth," Ryan whispered, his voice hoarse. "On her arms. Last time I saw those kinda bruises... Dawn had tried to tell AJ she didn't want to have sex with him."

"What are you...?" Seth started, then it dawned on him. "Was Summer...?"

"She got away," Ryan said. "But that son of a... he tried. And her stepmother didn't even try to protect her."

"Oh man," Seth said, letting out a breath.

"I love her, and that guy tried to... She was crying, when I found her in the poolhouse. Summer Roberts was crying."

"That's right up there with Ryan Atwood crying," Seth agreed, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "Just doesn't happen."

"I want to track him down and kill him," Ryan said suddenly. "When Summer told us... I said I was gonna."

"Ryan, man, you can't."

"I know. But... if I ever see him..." Ryan trailed off, shaking his head. He was still on probation, threatening to kill someone was not exactly the smartest thing to do.

"Why did you think mom would yell at you?"

"I saw Summer sneaking into the poolhouse at 3:30 in the morning and went down to see what was going on, and we... let's just say it's not something mom wanted to walk in on," Ryan said, slipping and calling Kirsten 'mom', though Seth didn't notice.

"Were you two...?"

"About to," Ryan admitted.

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

To Be Continued... Right Now!


and


Neil kinda comes across as a horrible jerk in this story... lol... but again, we didn't know the overall great and lvoeable Dr. Neil Roberts back right after Season One, just the one who was so critical of Seth...

Chapter Twenty Nine

Summer stayed at the Cohen's another few hours, then asked Ryan to drive her home, since she had run from her house to the Cohen's the night before. He did, and when they pulled up Summer recognized her dad's car, which she knew had been in the airport parking garage since he had left on his latest trip. She smirked and looked over at Ryan. "Gloria's gonna get it now," she said.

Ryan smiled and squeezed her hand. "I love you," he said. "Just... call if you need anything. Hopefully I won't be permanently grounded for last night in the poolhouse."

Summer laughed. "Love you, too."

Ryan watched her climb out of the Range Rover and walk inside, but something kept him from driving away, and instead he leaned back in his seat. A few minutes later, even through a closed door, he heard yelling. And it wasn't directed towards Gloria, but Summer. Ryan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the Ranger Rover, only to have the door open before he could reach it and Maria, the Roberts' maid, gesture wildly for him to come in. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"That woman is accusing Summer of lying about everything, the girl showed the bruise on her arm but Dr. Roberts doesn't believe her," Maria said. "She's in tears."

Ryan walked past her and into the livingroom, his face stony as he saw the scene of Summer almost sobbing on the couch while her father yelled at her. "Summer?" he said.

Her head snapped up and she stood, running to Ryan and collapsing against him, still sobbing. "He won't believe me," she cried.

Ryan looked from her, to her stepmother who had a cocky smile on her face, and to Summer's father, who looked nothing but angry. "Dr. Roberts, I don't know why you don't believe Summer. She has a bruise all over her arm, she..."

"She's pulled things like this to get attention before, though this is the first time she's tried to get someone else specifically in trouble," Dr. Roberts replied, his face stern.

"Summer's not lying," Ryan said. "Whether you realize it or not, she's not. She wouldn't, not about something like this."

"I think I know my daughter better than you!"

"I think you don't," Ryan replied.

"Daddy, I swear, I'm not lying! He attacked me, and she watched and laughed!" Summer said, turning back to her dad.

"I'm tired of you doing this, Summer!" Dr. Roberts replied. "I want you out of this house."

"What?" Summer asked quietly.

"If you'll admit you're lying, you can stay, otherwise..."

"I'll go pack," Summer said. "Because I won't lie and say it didn't happen." She turned back to Ryan. "Will you help?" she asked.

Ryan nodded. "Yeah, We'll get you packed and out of here. I'm good at packing quick," he said, putting an arm around her to guide her upstairs.

~~~~

"Weren't you taking Summer home?" Kirsten asked as she saw the pair walk back into the house.

"I did," Ryan began. "But..."

"My dad doesn't believe me," Summer said. "He told me that until I 'admitted' I was lying, he didn't want me in the house. Then he tried to be all a good dad by saying he'll still pay my tuition to Harbor, and my credit card bills, and pay for me to get a hotel room... but until I tell 'the truth', I'm kicked out," she said, on the verge of tears again.

"Oh honey," Kirsten said, walking over and embracing the girl. "It's okay, Sandy and I'll talk to him..."

"He won't change his mind," Summer said. "He always believes Gloria. I just... Ryan should have taken me to the hotel, but..."

"No, he was right to bring you back here," Kirsten said. "You can stay here tonight, okay? We can help you figure things out."

"You don't have to..."

"We want to," Kirsten assured her. "Come on, Sandy's in his office, the 3 of us will talk," she continued.

"Should I bring Summer's stuff inside?" Ryan asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Kirsten said. "Just put it in the living room until we figure things out, okay?"

"Okay," Ryan agreed. He watched them head into Sandy's office and heaved a sigh, wondering what was going to happen next.

~~~~

Ryan was sitting on the couch, surrounded by Summer's bags and suitcase, when Seth and Marissa came in and stopped short.

"What's going on?" Seth asked warily.

"That's Summer's stuff," Marissa said. "I'd recognize it anywhere. It took her forever to pick it out. What's going on?"

"My dad kicked me out," Summer said as she, Kirsten and Sandy walked into the room.

"Summer's going to stay in the poolhouse until or unless we can make her dad realize he's wrong," Kirsten said.

"Hey, uh... group activity. Unpacking Summer's luggage," Seth suggested. "Getting the place all girlified for her."

"Girlified, Cohen?" Summer said, sniffling and laughing slightly. "Is that even a word?"

"In the Seth Cohen dictionary it is," Seth replied.

"Right between to 'bickery' and 'siblingar'," Ryan added, rolling his eyes as he started grabbing bags.

"Exactly!" Seth said. "See, Ryan recognizes the word."

"No, I recognize that it's one you've made up, just like 'bickery' and 'siblingar'," Ryan replied, causing both the girls to laugh as they grabbed smaller items and Marissa glared at Seth until he stopped joking long enough to pick up a bag.

~~~~

As Summer and Marissa began unpacking Summer's clothes into the closet, Ryan worked on getting the bed made for her, suppossedly with Seth's help though the other boy was doing more talking than helping. No one really minded though, they all needed the distraction from why they were doing this.

"Okay, so, financially you're still covered?" Marissa finally said, then put a hand over her face. "That didn't exactly come out how I meant it."

Everyone laughed. "We'll forgive you the foot in mouth," Seth said.

"I meant, you want to go shopping, get some new stuff to celebrate the fact that hey, no more wicked stepmother?" Marissa clarified. "I still haven't gotten new dresses for this years round of parties and charity functions."

"Ooh, new clothes, there's an idea," Summer agreed, smiling. "I need some too. My dresses from last year are so... last year. And we need to get both our guys in this years fashions, too."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Seth asked, looking down at his t-shirt.

"Besides the fact that the band's been like dead for 5 years?" Summer asked.

"Okay, whatever, Summer," Seth said. "What about Ry's clothes?"

"This time last year I was wearing some clothes I'd had for 3 years," Ryan pointed out. "I think I've made a vast improvement for less than a year. I don't need to make anymore great leaps forward quite yet."

"I guess you'll mostly do," Summer said, shrugging. "But honestly? Wifebeaters and button downs? Not high fashion, Chino."

"And I never will be," Ryan concluded, smiling.

"You're no fun," Summer said, walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist.

To Be Continued...

Comments

[ryannotseth.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the post. Wow I didn't expect that, Dr Roberts, what a jerk!
L

Those were great posts !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thekiller00.livejournal.com]

I am shocked about what happened to Summer and to top it off, her own father says she is ling and kicks her out !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What an asshole !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to see what happens next !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, by the way. I saw a shirt today and thought you might like the saying. It said ' God loves you, but everyone else thinks your an asshole ! '

I thought you could use a good laugh.

[ryanforever.livejournal.com]

I've been away and I'm trying to catch up but I'm still enjoying this very much.

[katwoman76.livejournal.com]

Summer's dad is a real jerk here.
But everyone else has been really great.