It took me a minute to understand how I had come to wake up freezing and damp with my pants at my knees in a pool of blood. Tears sprung to my eyes as I dragged myself up to sit against the wall. For the first time in forever, my mind wasn't spinning. It was just… blank. I don't know how long I sat there for but after a while, I managed to clamber to my feet and head towards the bus station. I kept to the shadows, I looked like absolute shit. By the time I reached the bathroom at the station, I had been spit at and glared at, and there was only one thing running through my mind, I need to talk to Summer.

Luckily the guys hadn't taken the cash in my shoe, I had just enough to buy a change of clothes but a ticket back would be more than I. Looking around, I knew that I needed to get out of these disgusting clothes so I grabbed a hoodie and jeans from a consignment store next to the bus station as I considered my next move. It was getting dark and I really did not want to spend another night outside, when I recognized the bar across the road. We had come a few times since I started at Baywatch, I'm sure the owner would let me borrow the phone. A wave of smoke rolled out the door when I walked in, the few lone bodies in there turning to see who was there. I was making my way over to the bar when I heard a shout from a nearby booth.

"Faggot get your ass over here."

I spun around, flinching at Nick's voice as I noticed him and two other men sitting there. The smirk on his face was twisted into a sneer that made me want to vomit as he pulled me into his lap.

"Thought you could get away again? Your little lifeguard friends have been worried sick, especially since the big hunk of handsome told them you're a suicidal nutcase," he laughed with his pals.

I shoved him off, standing up suddenly which really didn't help my head from spinning. "You stay away from all of them Nick, if you lay a hand on anyone I'll kill you."

He laughed a little as he stood up, walking toward me slowly. I didn't even have time to register what was happening as his fist sent me to the floor like a ragdoll, my whole world goes black.

When I awoke, my vision was blurry as my head pounded hard and my whole body screamed in pain. No clue where I was, although I knew it was not in the bar. Propping up against the wall, my eyesight stabilized a little, and I realized that I certainly wasn't in the bar, I was behind bars.

It felt like hours before I saw someone when a huge man came up to my cell to unlock the doors.

"Big black guy and a pretty little one bailed you out. You're good to go."

My whole body shook violently as I stood up, my legs nearly giving out when he mentioned Mitch.

Mitch and Summer were standing by the desk when I wobbled out and despite the fact that everything was spinning wildly, I could tell that Mitch was angry. We made it outside before anyone spoke, but then Mitch grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.

"You can't run off and not answer your phone, get into a fight with Nick when he tries to bring you home, and not give me an explanation for this all," he shouted, the sun and yelling causing stars to spin.

"Mitch, back off. I think he's got a concussion. We have to get him to the hospital now," Summer whispered as she pulled me towards the car. The ride was a rush and before long, I was laying in a hospital bed with a million questions being pelted at me and all I wanted to do was sleep. One young nurse noticed and everyone was ushered out but before I could drift off into sleep, Mitch came in.

"Hey princess, how are you feeling? You had us all really worried," he smiled as he sat down in the chair beside my bed, "Care to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

I groaned, partially wishing that he would just leave and partially wishing that he would lay down with me. I looked up, to find him waiting rather impatiently for the answers that I had yet to tell anyone.

"I want Summer," I mumbled as my head lolled on my shoulder.

Mitch almost questioned it before ducking out of the room and within minutes, Summer was in his spot.

"How are you babe?" she smiled that amazing smile. Man, I would do anything to see that smile for the rest of my life. But what about Mitch?

"I'm okay, just a little tired. How are you?" I asked with a half-hearted smile.

That laugh, it was like an angel's laugh, and I was the reason behind it. But she still doesn't know I kissed Mitch…

"What happened silly? I want to know every detail and then you can go to sleep," Summer asked, a little more serious this time.

"I was exhausted and needed to get away for a little while," I responded, hoping that it would be enough.

"Bull. Is it true? Are you suicidal Brody?"

I basically jumped out of bed, much to the protest of my aching body.

"Who told you that?! Mitch?"

"Matt, it's okay. I just want to be there for you," she whispered, eyes glued to the floor. I swear at that moment that my heart just shattered.

Reaching out to hold her hand, I shook my head no.

"I don't hurt myself, Summer, I never have and never will. I was just around the wrong people."

"What does that mean, Matt? Will you stop talking in code, it's me. I just want to know what's been going on."

"Promise me that you won't tell a soul?"

"Of course Matt," Summer smiled as she gently placed her hand on my arm.

"I never fell, I hate him and I hate how I feel around him and I kissed Mitch," I blurted out before realizing what I had just done. Summer yanked back, flying to her feet with a hurt look evident on her stunning face.

"Pardon?"

"That's not what I meant Summer. I-I'm so, I'm so sorry..."

I could feel my entire body shaking with fear and anger towards Nick, as well as anger at myself for being the reason her face was painted in such a hurt expression.

"Summer, I didn't mean for it to happen. He was just there the other night and it just happened."

"I have always been there for you, what does this mean, Matt? And what does falling have to do with this? Do you hate Mitch or love him because this is extremely confusing."

Her arms were crossed so tightly that I was worried she would lose circulation. Reaching up softly, I pulled her to sit on the edge of my bed and took her hand in mine.

"I don't hate Mitch. I hate Nick. I don't want him near you but you were so excited that day on the beach when he showed up and then Mitch thought he was fantastic when he took me back after the party and everyone always thinks that he's the perfect angel but he's not he's-"

Summer sat watching me carefully, lightly shaking her head the entire time.

"Tell me what he did Matt. What happened if you didn't fall?" Summer questioned as she started to put the pieces together.

"We-we-we were at Chen's and he-he-he..."

I couldn't say it. There was no way that I would ever be able to look her in the eyes again if I told her. Tears started to stream down my cheeks as her tough exterior quickly fell, Summer wrapping me in a tight hug that hurt my head but was very much needed.

"Matt I need you to tell me because I can keep coming up with scenarios in my head but I'm really not liking them."

"He-he-he raped me. Again." I whispered into her shoulder, part of me praying that she hasn't heard me. But she did.