Summer hated hiding things from her mom. But this was something she needed to do. She needed to see her dad. So here she was with Baxter, waiting for a taxi to take her to the cafe where she'd meet Jamie. She hadn't even told her mom she was leaving set, planning on being back before she'd finished filming for the night.
Suddenly she was being grabbed roughly from behind, a hand covering her mouth as she was dragged away.
"You're coming with me, Summer."
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Summer (1)
FanfictionShe may be the oldest daughter Of the most famous woman in the world, but that doesn't mean her life's perfect. Her life is the farthest thing from perfect and there's practically nothing she can do about it
