Blood, Guts, and Transformers (Sam Witwicky X Reader)

Let's Take a Road Trip

The school was going nuts, students and teachers murmuring to themselves as we watched the news from the projector in the gym. The live footage from the news showed the city of Chicago on the screen. Large robots, explosions, and devastation filled the screen, and I felt my heart stop. There was no way that this...chaos, this genocide, was Chicago. My eyes burned at the revelation that passed through my head.

'My parents are in Chicago right now.'

Shooting up, I ran out, teachers and students who recognized me called my name, but I couldn't give them the time of day. My eyes were bleary from the tears, and my chest burned from being so tight. My lungs burned for air, but I wished to never breathe again. What if my parents were dead? What if they didn't make it out of the city? I collapsed against the wall of the school and panted, sobbing loudly. The sound of the intercom made me jolt.

"Attention all Students, Teachers, and Faculty. All School Personnel are dismissed until further notice. No student, teacher, nor school faculty should be on campus. Please return home. Bus riders are to report to the bus loading area."

I bit my lip and looked at the sky, crying in fear. How could the day be so bright and sunny when such a dark event was taking place? Looking down, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

'Come on, Winchester. You're a big girl. You need to get up and stay strong. Mom and Dad are probably on their way back from Chicago right now.'

Getting up on weak knees, I held my hoodie to my body tighter, walking down the cement sidewalk and then the grass, the school being forgotten from the deep tresses of my brain. Hearing a honk, I looked over to see my English III teacher, Ms. Stelar.

"Hey, honey. Do you need a ride home?"

I nodded and walked to the passenger side of the car, getting in. Ms. Stelar asked me gently.

"Are you alright, dear? I saw you run out from the Gym."

"My parents are in Chicago."

I whispered. Ms. Stelar widened her brown eyes and a dark-skinned hand rest upon my own hand.

"Oh, baby. I'm sure your parents are just fine. Does that mean that you're by yourself?"

"Yeah, but I'll be ok. I promise. I'm sure my Uncle Sam and Cas are going over to Chicago to find my parents."

Ms. Stelar turned down a dirt road with nothing but cornfields and wheat fields beside us, going up a hill to a two-story house. My home. She was quiet, but I was still sniffling, shaking from within the material of my hoodie. She parked and looked over, saying as she brushed a hand through my hair soothingly.

"Just keep believing that everything will be ok. I know it's scary, and being faced with the fact that you could be orphaned is absolutely terrifying. However, as long as you keep your head high, you can accomplish anything."

But she didn't understand. She didn't know what it was like to be faced with such a topic. However, I held my tongue and got out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Always. Call me if you need anything, (Y/n)."