From Within The Sand (Sunstreaker and Sideswipe Bayverse)

Chapter 10

After the argument with Sunstreaker, I couldn't stay at the cliff any longer. I had looked down at the shore before jumping back to my room. I kick the closet thing to me, which happens to be my trash can. It hits the wall and falls over. Crumpled pieces of paper roll out. I let out a frustrated sigh, then kneeled on the floor, slowly picking it all up. I grumble low to myself as I do.

"Everything is ruined." I growl out, throwing a piece of paper across the room. I sit down, leaning my back against my rack.

If I could go back in time, I would never have left home. I wish for anything to go home. Unfortunately, I'll never see home again. This is not the life I imagined for myself. But I have become accustomed to it. Now I have Sunstreaker on my back, ruining all I've done to keep my secret. I sit on the floor and my hands go up to the sides of my head, slowly squeezing. Another silent scream doesn't come out of my mouth. Oh, I wish I could release it all. The pain, the anger, the hell I'm putting myself through.

After some quiet self-loathing. I get up off the floor to the shower. A trail of sand follows me to the head. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. My hair is full of sand, dust and dirt, making my blonde hair almost brown. I shake my head over the tub, running my hands through, attempting to get as much out as possible. The gel making it difficult to run my fingers through. I'll have to redo it after I finish. Then I turn on the shower and get ready to go in. More dirt falls to the floor. I'm more covered than last time. He tried hard to burn rubber. I think I need to stay away from Sunstreaker for a while. It will be hard when all he does is follow me around.

I feel much cleaner after my shower. I put on my skivvies for now until I need to put on my uniform and brush my hair out. As I walk out of the head, I stare down at the dirt and sand taking up most of my floor. I just cleaned this yesterday. I think to myself. I grab the broom and get to sweeping. There is so much more than before. It's going to take me awhile to clean this all up. 

After I finish, thinking it is good enough, I grab a book and go lay on my rack. That is until there is a knock on my door. Military personnel have been informed on who is working night shift. No one should be bothering me right now. I carefully put my book down and walk to the door. My hand grips the knob and I slowly turn it to the left. As the door opens, a man with his back turned to me is standing there. He is tall, with auburn messy hair. Wearing a grey T-shirt that seems a little too small, molding to his back and biceps, black jeans fitting him perfectly with silver designer shoes. He whips around as my door widens. I'm caught by the look in his vibrant cerulean blue eyes.

"Hart. I need to talk to you." The man rushes past me.

"Who are you?" I question, staring at him as he storms in.

He looks down at himself quickly before looking back at me. "Oh yeah, I don't use this very often. It's me, Sideswipe. I needed to be smaller to get in your room."

"We couldn't talk somewhere else?" I ask, still confused.

"No, I felt this would be more private." he says, looking tense.

"What's going on?" I question cautiously, closing the door behind me, then leaning against it.

"Have you been talking to Sunstreaker?" He blurts out, staring straight into my eyes.

I take a second to think. "Yes." I can't lie to him.

"Has he done anything to you?" He takes a step towards me, his hands trying not to reach out for me.

"Um like what?" I shrug, unsure how much I want to reveal.

"He has done something. What did he do?" Another step closer, hands turning into fists.