Lost (Optimus Prime x Reader)

1 - Misery

"(Y/n)! Get your ass down here and make dinner you bitch!" I shrill voice yelled from downstairs. I sighed shakily and stood on my sore feet before hobbling down the ladder from the attic. The source of the demand stood at the end of the hallway, hands on her hips with a pissed off look on her face.

"We're starving! You have dinner done in fifteen minutes or I let Brad beat your ass." The woman seethed and I nodded with my head down.

"Yes, ma'am," I said and stalked into the kitchen before grabbing everything I needed to make spaghetti. I filled the pot with water and set it on the stove before turning on the burner. I waited for the water to boil before I put the pasta in. As that cooked I went to put the sauce in a pan, but was stopped when Brad stumbles into the kitchen, clearly drunk.

"Times a ticking slut." He threatened and I tensed up.

"It's almost done sir," I said and he grumbled before stumbling back into the living room. I let out a stuttering sigh and continued to cook. As I stood waiting for the pasta to be done, I could feel my eyelids become a little heavier. I must have fallen asleep because Denice walked in and started yelling.

"Why isn't it done yet!" She screamed and I jumped. I grabbed the stove and accidentally sat my hand right on the scolding burner. I quickly recoiled and held my burnt hand gently while she continued to yell. "Brad!"

"No, no, please. It's done, I just have to drain the pasta." I said in fear, backing into a corner. Brad walked into the kitchen again, this time with a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Should've listened slut." He said and raised his fist. It connected with my cheek and sent my head flying into the counter, hitting it dead on the corner. My vision went spotted and black around the edges. As Brad got even closer I gave up and let the black overtake me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on the ground in the kitchen still. This time there was blood on the floor and I had a pounding headache. I groaned and stood up slowly. My hand was killing me and so was my head. I stumbled to the bathroom and locked myself in. It was some time in the middle of the night because the two terrors were sleeping in the next room. My hair was crusted with blood and I could feel where the skin had sliced open. Another sigh left me and I turned on the shower before stripping myself of my clothes. I was careful to avoid the healing wound on my abdomen whilst taking off my shirt. The shower was welcoming with its warm, soothing temperature. The water turned red for a couple minutes before it turned clear again. After I finished I grabbed a towel and dried myself and my hair before making my way out into the hallway quietly. The ladder creaked slightly, but I knew it wouldn't wake them up so I continued. The attic was warm with the Nevada heat and I felt myself starting to sweat a little. I sighed again and packed my bag for school. Slinging it across my back, I went back downstairs and made some breakfast for Denice and Brad. I left their plates in the microwave and stepped out the front door. Leaving early not only got me to school on time but got me away from them. It took me three hours to get to school since they didn't drive me and lived on the very edge of Jasper.

Once I got to school I went to homeroom and got out my homework from yesterday. I finished up my chemistry and trigonometry before laying on my desk. No one was here yet except for me and the teacher. Not until three people walked in. Miko, Jack, and Raf walked in whilst talking with each other. I just kept my head down and didn't bother to listen to them. I must have fallen asleep once again because I just about jumped out of my seat when the first bell rang. My forehead rested on the cool surface of the desk and soothed my headache a little bit. This is how it was going to go all day.

On my way out of school, I watched the three from this morning get into pristinely clean cars. I caught a glimpse of the car that Raf got into and it looked like it had no driver. I shrugged and told myself it was a figment of my imagination and kept on walking. As I was walking, a motorcycle came up beside me. I looked over at it to see that it was Jack.