Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 3: To hide a lambo

Once dad left and I had eaten, I waited an extra half an hour in case he decided to come back.

I doubted he would, but.....better safe than sorry.

I contemplated bringing my cell phone with me, but decided against it. With my luck, I would forget to place it back where my father had hidden it, thus incenting more punishment upon myself.

So, I decided to leave my wallet home to avoid potential mugging as well...Yeah, I know I said that everyone in this damn town were loaded, but that didn't stop the slums from out of town from creeping in at night and terrorizing the kids who made the mistake of walking home alone in the dark.

I had never been the victim of such an act. Sometimes there were pro's to being the daughter of a psychotic ex-military drunk.

I slipped out the backdoor, ensuring that it was unlocked so I could get back in when I got back. I scurried to the front and went sprinting down the road towards town. Dad wasn't due to be back for at least another three and a half hours, but I wasn't willing to risk it.

By the time I reached the alleyway, I was wheezing and out of breath.

"Jesus, Angelica, you look like you just ran a marathon." Isabelle launched to her feet from her seat on the alleyway pavement.

"Yeah," I gasped, leaning against the wall. "I feel like it."

"Why don't you sit down?" A new voice asked.

I jerked, startled. "Who-" my eyes landed on James.

"Hi," he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

"Why-"

"I decided that you were gonna need a lil' techy' help with the car, considering neither one us know much about the inner workings." Isabelle shrugged, idly texting on her phone.

I opened my mouth to protest, but clamped it shut at her warning look. She knew about the awkward unspoken tension between James and I, and often avoided the topic. But James was the only mechanic we knew who wouldn't go blabbing his mouth off about a $530 some abandoned Lamborghini in an alleyway. "Good idea," I said finally.

"So, that's what he's been up to for past three hours."

"Yeah," he said, looking mildly uncomfortable. "Uhhh, as far as I can tell, there's nothing wrong. I've looked over all of it and uh, yeah. It's in remarkably good condition, I don't understand why the car's so banged up, though."

I shrugged, "dunno, but I'm going to see if I can't fix it up." I paused, "but, I need help getting it to my place."

"Do you even have somewhere to put it?" Isabelle asked dubiously.

I gave her a mock expression of hurt. "Oh Izzy, I'm hurt that you would think that I wouldn't plan ahead."

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"You're putting it in there?" Isabelle demanded with an expression of disbelief.

"Yeah...." I said slowly. "Dad never goes in there anymore, he just tells me to do it."

We stood in front of the shed that stood in my backyard; it was big enough to store a car as well as some smaller equipment. Strangely enough, it wasn't new, but it was the only thing on the property that didn't look old, run-down, and ready to collapse at any given moment. The paint on the siding was a faded green, the shingles didn't look new, but they didn't look ancient either. The windows were all boarded up from the inside to keep prying eyes out, and the door was brand new....I had bought it three months ago after dad got pissed off and kicked it down. That was the last time he had been in the shed.

James shrugged from his spot in the car, "whatever works, Angie."

"Let's just get it in there before he gets back," Isabelle said, showing me her phone screen. The time stood out in bold white colors, which read 8:20.

Turns out trying to smuggle a crappy looking red lamborghini to the outskirts of town was a lot harder than I thought. It certainly took longer as well.

I nodded. If dad saw the lamborghini, he'd sell it as fast as he could so he could blow all the money on alcohol and prostitutes, possibly drugs if he was feeling adventurous.

After an additional twenty minutes, we were able to successfully push the lamborghini into the shed through the big double doors that opened from the back of the building. We placed the lamborghini where it wasn't too conspicuous.

By inconspicuous, I mean leaving it in the far back of the shed and throwing a giant blue tarp over it.

"Well, at least it's not in plain sight." I said, hands on my hips as we gazed at our handy work.

"Angelica," James said slowly, "you can see it as you're walking in."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, "but you can't tell it's a lamborghini. It just looks like....like a blob."

"Sure, Angie." Muttered Isabelle, "it still looks shady though."

I shrugged, "it's the best I can do with what I have."

They shared a mutual look of "what the fuck is wrong with her?" before looking back at me. I gave them a sheepish grin, as if it would convince them of my confidence in my plan.

"Well," began Isabelle. "We better get going, g'luck with your lambo. Love ya." She gave me a hug before strolling out of the shed. James lingered a moment longer.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" His green eyes wide with concern. I loved his eyes, it was like looking into the sea.

"Yeah," I said softly, giving him a small smile.

He nodded hesitantly before he followed the same path Isabelle had taken, only turning back to give me a friendly wave as he slipped out the door.

I exhaled loudly as I watched him go, turning back around to look at the lamborghini. "You'd better be worth it," I muttered as I too left the shed.

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The headlights of the lamborghini flickered on briefly underneath the tarp, casting a blue light that danced eerily around the shed. The brightness only lasted a few moments, before the illumination dimmed as the shadows pounced, snuffling out the light.

Static abruptly crackled as the radio came to life and flipped through various stations, segments of songs and talk shows blurring together as the stations were rapidly changed. The sound was equivalent to someone running through a crowd of people that were interacting in assorted conversations, only catching snatches of chatter here and there.

There was another burst of static, and the wide collection of voices were silenced.

A single word, possibly a name, was broadcasted from the radio.

Sunstreaker...