"We got a confession from Christine Johnson. But she'd still like to see you and Zac one last time before she gets taken to Juvenile Hall." De Salbo announced slowly.
Summer shook her head, "Wait, wait. This chica just confessed?" She snapped her fingers, "like that? I don't think so. Someone tell me what's happened since I've closed my eyes."
The aging man sighed and rubbed at weary eyes. "You were right about checking up on Becky and getting the truth out of her. Christine set it up. Her helper, which has yet to be named yet, was told to wait until someone with long blonde hair stood in front of the window, then let loose the brick."
"So they were aiming for Zac?" Summer asked incredulously. "What'd he do?"
De Salbo, rubbed the tight muscles in the back of his neck. "They weren't aiming for Zac, Summer."
She held up her hands and starting shaking her head again, trying to sort through a million thoughts jumbling in her mind. "If they weren't aiming for Zac, then who?"
The truth hit her hard, like a 2x4 between the eyes.
Hearing footsteps behind her, snapping her head up and noticed a brunette girl about thirteen walking towards her and stumbling. Apologizing for mistaking her for someone else.
Eyes narrowing, and asking for who.
Watching as she blushed, and confessing she thought she was Zac Hanson. Seeing her long blonde hair from behind, she'd assumed it was him and was going to ask for an autograph.
Her face paled drastically and turned to ash.
"Oh God," Alexis squealed.
"She's gonna be sick!" She heard her dad yell before a rough hand was shoving her head between her knees.
Seeing the bright spots float around and explode behind her eyes, Summer sucked in choppy breaths and started coughing. The brick was meant for her?
The harsh pounding on her back, inspired Summer to quickly get over it.
Resisting against the hand holding her down, Summer straightened and felt the blood rush back into her face. But the tears started making track marks in her make up; "It was me…" her body shook, "Zac went through all that crap cause of me."
The guilt ripped through her without consciousness or second thought.
