Where is Summer?
Two weeks. It's been two weeks since anybody has heard or seen Summer. Amy has came over to my place countless times looking for her. She is over today, not looking so well. Her blonde hair is dishevled and her blue eyes are blood shot from crying. "Did she act strange the last time you seen her?" I asked her and she nodded.
"She usually go anywhere with me but that morning, she just seemed strange. She had a swollen lip and a bruise on her face and a black eye. She said her and Darin wrestled. I don't believe that one fucking bit," Summer said and I went to the mirror. I still have to go to work even though I am worried sick about her. I never knew that I cared for her this much. I put my dark hair in a pony tail and cleared my throat. I looked over at Amy and I sighed. "If you hear anything about her, please tell me. Her parents just tells me that she moved in with him and she loves him, she wrote it in a note. She never calls them, and they don't seem worried at all," I said and he fiddled with her glass.
"Her parents work a lot and they care about Jessica more than her. I think they care, but they don't care, get it?" she said and I nodded. I know all about favoritism. My youngest brother is a musician like my parents, but I wanted to be a physician so much. I never made it to get my doctorate, but I love my job as a Physician Assistant. When I told them I wanted to do medicine, they literally kicked me out. I lived with my uncle and aunt here in Miami and when I got out of school, moved into this house. I have not talked to my family since they kicked me out. I talked to my brother a couple of times, and he is in New York in an orchestra playing the lead trumpet. "Carter, I think we are the only thing Summer has. I think we are the ones going to find her," Amy said and I looked at her.
"Have you tried contacting the police?" I asked her.
"They said it was her choice that she moved in with him, but I told them about him hitting her. They don't believe me, we are going to find her." I believe her about that. The police is fucking stupid around here. I got to work and my nurses gave me all my assignments and I went to my office since the clinic doesn't open for another half hour. I told them to not disturb me. I closed my door and I looked out into the beach and sighed. I look out there everyday, hoping that I see Summer walking and I can go rescue her. Amy gave the guy she is with name, Darin Roberts. I have a friend that works for the FBI here in Miami, maybe he can help me. I dialed his number and he answered. "Carter my man, what's the news?" Bryan said and I smiled.
"Nothing much dude, I just want a favor from you," I said and he sighed.
"What is it? I owe you a big one!" He does, I sew his hand back on his arm a few months ago from a bad knife fight.
"Can you look some info on a Darin Roberts," I asked.
"What did he do?"
"I think he has done something with my best friend, Summer Young. She just disappeared, leaving a letter. She just met this guy and even her friend said she acted weird the day she vanished. It's been two weeks since we last seen or heard from her."
"Sounds like you care about this girl, Carter."
"I do man, please do this for me. If you find anything, even strange or horrifying, please tell me!" He agreed and the clinic opened and I had to go to work.
Summer's mom let me go through her things, but she didn't even bother asking why. I went though her desk and I found Darin's phone number he must have left her when they met. I grabbed my cell phone and I dialed it. Please Summer, answer the phone! "Hi, you reached Darin Roberts, I am at work right now or busy at the moment, please…"
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed as I hung up the phone. I went though her laptop and looked through her history. I found something very questionable: "BDSM, how to be the best submissive for your dom," the first website said and I jerked back. There is no way Summer, quiet and shy Summer Young, is into BDSM. I looked through more things and I got on her face book and nothing there. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair and lay against her pillows. Where are you Summer?
At lunch, Bryan called me back and I didn't get any good news. "Dude, there is something up with Darin Roberts, why is she with a fifty year old man?" Bryan asked and about dropped my phone.
"No, Amy, Summer's friend, said he is in his late twenties. She seen Darin before," I said and Bryan moved around and the background got quiet.
"If this is true, what you are saying, then Darin stole this man's identity. I found his address, 1785 Oceanview Blvd."
"Thanks man, I will check it out after work."
"Carter, please don't get hurt getting this girl. If I find more things on this guy, I will tell you. This is very weird." Yes, very weird indeed. After work, I drove to the address and I am astonished. I can tell that he has loads of money because he lives in a mansion that is my house times three. I see only one car and its black and a old man is gardening in the front yard. The sun is fixing to go down, so I can get a good view inside. I drove around the street and made it to the backyard, which is clear of anybody. When its pitch black inside, I got out of the car and went to the fence. I seen a light in a window and I seen a small dark figure in the window. That person looks very sad because their head is looking down. When they stood straight up, I seen a curvature of breasts and the hair is wavy. That's Summer! Another figure, which is male, stood in front of her and grabbed her arm. He jerked her and she tried pulling away, but he is stronger than her and he dragged her away from the window. Oh shit, what the fuck is going on? Another thing, how the fuck am I getting her out of there?