...Summer POV...
I watch as Austin walks away hesitantly, but then I see him wince while grabbing his side. Tyler must've hurt him somehow. Damn you, Tyler! I'm happy that Austin saved me from most likely getting a beating but now, Austin is the one that got hurt. It would be some kind of miracle if he ever speaks to me again. My life is such a mess, and my family, well, I guess that speaks for itself after Tyler showed him their true colors.
I walk toward Tyler lying unconscious on the ground. I'm not sure what to do, should I help him in the car and take him home? But then there's a high possibility that I would get the blame for the state of his face and his drunkness. Or I could leave him on the ground, and hopefully he'll forget that I was even involved. As I stand there to decide what to do, it's clear to me that I would get the blame for this no matter what I do, so I decided to escape while I can.
