"Didn't take long for you to come down here." Sergeant De Salbo commented dryly.
Summer glared at him through narrowed eyes, and shrugged, "I figure if someone hates me enough to try and hurt me, I have a very valid reason to find out why."
He nodded once and led her through into a well lit room and a lone table with two wooden chairs. "Wait here."
Wordlessly sinking into a chair, Summer glanced around the room and forced her hands to stop fidgeting as she laid them on the table. She started counting tile…
"So you came." Chrissy announced upon entering the room, incensed by the fact that someone had to keep a hold on her arm to keep her from running into things.
Summer looked up, and studied the young girl with open curiosity. "Why?" She asked once Chrissy was seated across from her.
Chrissy turned her ahead and listened, to see if anyone else was in the room. She smiled thinly; "didn't you know I was in that building, Danielle?"
Summer sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as her real name was shoved in her face. "Everyone was gone. I waited for everyone to leave." She denied quickly. "The police even said that no one was in there!"
Chrissy's smile twisted bitterly. "Of course they did. Your dad did all he could to keep that information from you." She shook her head, "but I must admit. He was kind enough to pay the medical bills, and for me to go to Seymour. They even manufactured some story about how a friend of mine did this to me."
She laughed, causing Summer to flinch from the harshness. "And we both know you're not my friend!"
Summer swallowed hard, "Where were you then? I only hit one window. And I didn't see anyone there."
Chrissy clenched her teeth. "Because I was sitting on the ground! I always practiced in the dark! Madam Trummel said that when I was able to practice in the dark and hit all the steps without falter that that was when she'd start training me!"
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped tightly onto the table. "I was sitting on the ground, putting on my ankle braces when I heard someone running up to the door." She shook her head; "I was getting up and turning on the light to see who it was when all of a sudden something was flying at me."
Summer looked away and closed her eyes. "Enough." She whispered hoarsely. "I don't need to know."
Chrissy slapped her palms against the tabletop, "Yes, you do!" She shouted angrily, "I got a face full of glass, but I wasn't lucky like Zac! The shards cut my retinas and cornea's. I had to have stitches and bandages on my face for months! And then they put me through plastic surgery to remove the stitch marks!"
She stood up quickly and started to pace, "I hated you so much. For putting me through that hell and not even knowing about it! You didn't even have the chance to feel bad about it cause your daddy thought your feeling's too precious to bruise! But it didn't matter that I was in that hospital bed, that I went through the surgeries, or that I was the one who went blind because of some selfish little girl throwing a temper tantrum!"
Summer sat back and listened to the ranting and raving. Knowing she deserved all the harsh words and name calling. When the guard came in to remove Chrissy, she remained in her seat and let the news sink deep into her mind.
