Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 5: So this is your car?

My eyelids fluttered open, and I groaned as sunlight that was reflected off my mirror bounced directly into my eyes. I put my hand up to cover my eyes as I sat up slowly, my muscles protesting with soreness.

I sigh softly, lowering my hand, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room. I turned to look at the clock on my wall.

July 1, 6:30 A.M.

I sighed again and ran a hand through my disastrous looking hair before clambering to my feet, leaning against my dresser. I had multiple bruises from the beating I had acquired last night, and my right wrist was an ugly shade of purple as well as being slightly swollen.

Great. I thought grimly, pressing my lips into a tight line. I was going to have to ice that later....If I got around to it.

Memories of what transpired last night flashed before my eyes, and I squeezed them tightly shut to try to block it out.

Pain shooting up my arm as fingers dug agonizingly into my wrist.

The lashes of the leather striking my flesh, leaving stinging, glaring red marks.

Glowing, concerned crystal blue eyes staring down at me.

I gasped and jerked out of the memories, grasping the dresser to remain steady. I struggled to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart.

What was that?

Had I imagined that unknown figure standing over me? A hallucination caused by the amount of pain I was in?

Quite possible, but I haven't the slightest clue.

All I knew now was that I would have to ponder more about it later. For now, I needed to find out where my father was at, and if I needed to enact the plan formulating in my mind ahead of schedule.

I changed into an old black t-shirt and wore the same mid-thigh ranged shorts. I would shower later, since I planned to be working on the lamborghini if all went well.

I darted downstairs, taking care to be relatively quiet as I stopped at the base of the steps. The stillness of the house was unnerving, and the quiet seemed to ring in my ears.

"Dad?" I called out nervously.

I was only greeted by silence.

Puzzled, I scoured the house for any sign of my father. His truck wasn't in the driveway, nor was it in the garage. He wasn't outside or upstairs, and he most certainly wasn't on the ground floor.

He wasn't here.

That's strange. Normally he's here in the mornings...

I shrugged it off. I would worry about his lack of presence later. Right now, I had something else in mind.

I raced outside to the shed, hurriedly unlocking it, and skipped inside all the way to the car. I unlocked and threw open the giant doors of the shed behind the lamborghini to let some natural light in. The blue tarp was yanked off the car by me with a flourish, blue light dancing briefly around the room as the tarp fluttered through the air and settled upon the dusty concrete floor.

I scurried about the shed, gathering tools and cleaning supplies for the lamborghini as I got to work.

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Several hours later, I took a step back to survey my hard work with pride. The red lamborghini was freshly vacuumed out, newly washed, the dents all buffered out, and the new paint positively gleaming under the morning sunlight.