~2 weeks later~
Jamie had barely noticed her. He'd barely noticed the blonde hair spread across the rocks. But when he'd realized it was his daughter he'd taken off running, falling to his knees at her side. She was soaking wet as her beaten and bruised body laid halfway out of the freezing water of the river.
She was barely breathing and her body was freezing. So he did the only thing he could think of and he picked her up and booked it through the streets of London to the nearest hospital.
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Several people swarmed around Summer's body after she'd been brought in. And Baxter couldn't hold himself back as Scarlett held onto his leash.
"Baxter, stay. You can't go to her." Scarlett had told him, watching as he continued to whine but sat down.
He'd only sat down for a second, tricking Scarlett into thinking he was behaving before he took off, pushing through people to get to 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
