My Decepticon Savior (TFP Fanfic ON HOLD)

chapter 1: I'm outa here!

Liz's POV:

 “UUUGGGHHH!! I’m sick and tired of you guys controlling my life!” Ever since I was adopted from a stupid orphanage, my parents have been monitoring every step of my pathetic life. Literally, it’s like I’m on a leash or something. I’ve been followed by these rats every where I go. I have to be careful with what I do. I have done so many things behind their back.

“We are not controlling your life, Elizabeth. What we are doing is for your own good.” My ‘parents’ say.

“Oh really? Embarrassing me in front of all my friends is for my own good? IS IT?!” I’ve had enough of this. My elementary years have been a drag, I’m almost done with high school and they are still treating me this way. They forcing me to go to boarding school.

“Do not yell at me young lady!”

“I will do what I want! I’m never listening to you again!” I yell at the top of my lungs. I would do almost anything to get away from these control freaks, except go to boarding school. I don’t care if I get kidnapped, I can fend for myself. I met with a couple people to help me with my fighting skills, and without my parents knowing. That’s actually where I met my boyfriend, Julian. They don’t know about that either. We’ve been together for about a year.

Mom grabs me by the ear and throws me into my room. “You will remain locked up in your room, until you leave for boarding school.” She shows me the key, slams the door, and locks it. Oh I guess it’s for my ‘own good’. They don’t give me anything. All I have is a bed mattress on the floor with a couple of blankets, a light bulb ready to fall from the ceiling, a phone, some clothes, and about $900 that I stole from mom and dad. Guess who paid for them...ME! I paid for all my things. How do I get the money? It’s by working my butt off and stealing change from the evil mom and dad. I’m so bad, that I even made a copy of all the keys my parents have. I know everything about them, just in case, and when I say just in case I mean I’ll use that information for my own business. And I keep all that in a secret cabinet I built in my room. I walk over to the side of my bed and open up a small door in the ground. The key. I reach for the copy and lock the cabinet. I head over to the door and listen for any voices outside. None. I unlock it and tip-toe to the kitchen. I have to leave this place. I’m not going to do something against my will. I snatch up an apple and a water bottle. I go back to my room and take a back pack with me, shoving what matters most to me in it.

I take my money and stuff that in my pockets along with my phone. I also do art. I love to draw and paint. It helps me with my feelings, it keeps them controlled. I let it all out in my art work. I have a couple paintings hung up on my walls. One of my favorites paintings is a blonde girl. Me, and she’s sad. I was going through a hard stage and still am. I really don’t like being depressed and sad, but drawing and painting is how I let emotion out. So there you have it. I carefully take down the painting and gently place it in my backpack. I stuff in my sketch pad, color pencils, and other drawing utensils. I think that’s it. I lock my door again and open my window, looking down two stories. I can make it. I don’t exactly jump, but I hold on the the edge and let myself dangle there for a while. Then I let go landing perfectly on my feet.

“So long mother fuckers.” I whisper. I wanted to yell, but then my parents would catch me and bring me back in, boarding up the windows and such. I don’t know where to go. I can’t go back to the orphanage. I’m too old for that. I scratch my head, frustration building inside me. “Oh, I can go to Julian’s.” I take out my phone and speed dial his number. About five rings pass until he finally answers.

Julian: “Liz? What are you doing calling me at this hour?”

Me: “What? I can’t call the love of my life at three in the morning?” There was a small laugh on the other end.