Dark Paradise [Transformers] {1}

Chapter 2

I put my new car keys on my desk and sat down on my laptop, pulling out from my bag the broken glasses that was belong to someone of my ancestors. I frowned, "I still don't get why keeping this thing." I looked at Mojo, who was sitting on my bed, "Do you?"

He looked at me, tilting his head slightly. I sighed, shaking my head before putting the glasses back into my bag. "Okay, come on, Mojo. You want your pain pills?" I asked and he jumped out of my bed, barking. "Just a few more weeks and we can pulled that bandage from your leg."

"All right, I know you get wasted on these things, but if you piss in my bed again, you're sleeping outside. Got it?" I asked, giving him one pill which he eat from my hand. "That's it for today. No more. Crackhead."

I grabbed my bag and the car keys before walking out of my room with Mojo following. I walked outside to see my parents working on the grass and putting seedlings on the ground. "I'll take care of that real soon," Dad told Mom.

"Couldn't we have hired a professional?" Mom complained as I walked on the grass, grinning. "Ronny, sweetheart," Dad said, sighing. "What did I did now?" I asked, stopping.

"I do not like footprints on my grass," He said. "What foot . . ." I started, looking down at the grass and lifted on foot up, "There's no footprints."

"That's why I built my path," Dad said. "So why don't you go from my grass onto my path, okay?" I rolled my eyes as I walked to the path, "It's family grass, Dad," I stated as I glanced at Mojo before at Mom. "Well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand," He said.

"This . . . Mom, I can't do it anymore," I said. "What?" She asked. "You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog. He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom," I said. "He isn't a girl."

"You not a boy but you act like one," She shot back. "Besides, that's his bling." I shook my head, "You compare me to the dog, very nice," I said sarcastically. "No, I'm not," She disagreed as I walked towards my car. "And I want you home at 11PM!"

"Yeah, all right," I said, climbing into the driver seat. "11PM!" Mom reminded. "Please, for the love of God, drive safely." I started the car and pulled off, "Whatever," I muttered.

I drove around the street and then headed to the cemetery to visit Sam's grave. I climbed out and headed inside. I walked towards the grave and grabbed a stone before placing it on the headstone. "What's up, big bro?" I asked, staring at the grave that had a lots of flowers from visitors.

"I'm 17 today, can you believe that?" I asked, kneeling down in front of it. "And that's not all . . . Dad got me a car. My first car. I remember you promised you'll come with me on this day two years ago . . . But . . ." I blinked away my tears and sniffed, "Anyway . . . I, um . . . I'm miss you. You would have made fun of me if you knew where I got the car." I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. "You would . . ."

I stared at the grave for a long moment before looking down at my feet, "Yeah . . ." I swallowed and stood up. I hold up a rose and placed it beside the stone before walking away.

I walked back to my car but stopped at the driver side. I bit my lower lip before sighing as I climbed in. I closed the door and stared at the steering wheel. Suddenly, the radio turned on, ". . . But I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now. And big girls don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry . . ."

I smirked slightly, shaking my head as I listen to 'Big Girls Don't Cry' by Fergie. "Yeah, yeah," I muttered and turned off the radio, "Who said I'm crying?" I turned the car around and drove back home.

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A noise from outside woke me up in the middle of the night. I frowned, looking around my room before I froze when I heard a car engines starting. I quickly rushed out of my room and headed to the balcony of the second floor that I was on. "Oh no," I breathed out as I saw that my car was droving off, "No, hey, that's my car!"

I quickly rushed back to my room, putting on my shoes and then grabbing my jacket and skateboard before rushing out of the house. I used my skateboard to follow my car, I pulled out my phone and dialed to 911.

"Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen!" I said before I had to hang up as I followed the car from the other side of the street. I followed it to a junkyard and saw the car crushing down the fence before driving past.

I stopped my skateboard and grabbed it before heading past the fence. A train went past and I rushed behind it before looking around for my car and the person who stole it.

I looked up ahead to see a giant robot, who had parts of my car - standing up and I quickly ducked behind a truck with my jaw dropped in shock. Was that my car?! I slowly looked back at it as it shined a big light. "Oh, my God," I breathed out as I watched it turned the light up to the dark sky.

I quickly ducked down, pulling my phone and turning the camera on me, "My name is Ronny Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car . . . my car is alive, okay?" I quickly turned the camera on the robot, "You saw that?" I turned the camera back to me and turned it off.

I slowly got up and quietly started to walk away at the other direction, which was a big mistake - because after a few more steps, two big dogs started to bark and chase after me. I took off, "No! No! No!"

The dogs continued to bark and run after me, and I tried to ran faster. "No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog!" I shouted. I climbed on a second floor at ruins of a small building and quickly hold myself up there as the dogs tried to reach to me, "Oh no, no, no," I muttered.

Suddenly two flashlights shined towards us and my car went in, scaring off the dogs. "Oh man, oh man," I said before pushing myself out and ran away. I ran back to where I cam from; the fence and grabbed my skateboard before using it to get back home.