Me and My Gaurdian

being 'normal'

I screamed loudly.
The car was getting very close to the ten foot tall wall, quickly.
The radio flickered on loudly, the song 'The used'  thrumming in my ears. The engine revved louder than ever, the speedometer hitting well over one hundred. With great ease, the dirty ford burst out from underneath the thick wire fence, screaching down a small dirt path before taking a sharp turn onto one of the main roads.
My heart beat quickly, feeling almost as fast as the car had gone just a moment before. My finger-nails dug into the wheel tightly, a vice-like death grip that felt as if I were trying to grip sanity.
The vehicle slowed down consistently, until it was a little above fifty-five. I eased back into the seat a bit, still stiff slightly as I shift in the strong, yet ever so  comfortable seatbelt strapped across my chest. A soft, relieved sigh left my lips, my eyes closing for a moment as I gather my thoughts.
The radio sparked to life after a second, my eyes shooting open as I stare at the radio, stupefied.
"are--you alright?" The voice belonged to a male, and it sounded as if the person were actually sitting in the car with me. It was then that I noticed how the screen lit up a soft red color as the words came out. I gawked, unable to answer for a moment, terror, curiosity and awe paralyzed me.
I took a small breathe and slowly nodded, my heart beating wildly in my ears.
"w-....what are you?..." I breathed out, just barely above a whisper, but apparently the car heard what I said clearly by the soft chuckle that bounced out of the speakers.
"I am called a Cybertronian, but you may call me whiplash." The voice, uhm, whiplash stated almost proudly.
I tested the name out on my tongue, and it did kind of make sense in a way. The rapid movements in a seconds notice, the quickness in movement.
I softly and slowly nod, my voice soft and weak somewhat from screaming for so long. "m-my name is Rachel..."
"I know, I've heard of you before. you have a step-'mother' named Kathy, and a step-'father' named jack, you also have a 'sister' named thornly, right?" He asked with a soft chuckle.
I slowly nodded, but gasped as realization finally dawned on me.
"thornly! We have to go back! I have to check on her! Callie knows where I live, whatever happened to her, she might do something bad to my family!" My eyes were wide as I yelp, the car taking an immediate U-turn and jolting down the road, the opposite way as the way we started.
We drove in silence, Whiplash somehow knew the way to my house perfectly...
I nearly broke down into sobs at what I saw...
My home was destroyed, some parts burning, the others simply burnt to a black color. Broken pieces of wood and glass shattered what used to be our lawn, the once large two-story house degraded to lay flat against the earth.
A soft, muffled sob caught my attention, and my eyes snapped over to the small tree line near the house. Bright green eyes watched me back, full of tears and surprise.
"Thornly!" I cried out, running over to her small form in an all out sprint.
She was curled into a ball, but quickly jumped up and into my awaiting arms. She sobbed into my shoulder, and I softly drew soft circles in her back. She pulled away, wiping the tears away from her pink, puffy cheeks.
"thorn, what happened?" I cooed, trying to stop my own tears from forming as I swiped a piece of her dark brown hair out of her eye.
She sniffled. "Th-there were some big mean r-robot, th-they called themselves *hic* the d-d-decepticons. They b-broke the *hic* house, mom and d-dad were s-*hic* still inside. I hid in my h-hiding spot." she sobbed softly, then came back and wrap her arms tightly around my neck.
I picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
I slowly start making my way back to whiplash, and I could feel thornly trying to use my hair to hide the sight of the house. Instead she turned around and looked where I was walking. The front door clicked open, as did the back, both swinging out. She peered closely at the car, seeing if she could see anyone in the driver seat, but of course there was none.
"Ra-ra, how did that *hic* door do that?" her crying had ceased a bit, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was very tired.
The radio crackled to life, the scanner readjusting so he could speak properly.
"Rachel, we need to get out of here before they decide to return." He gently stated.
I nod, setting the eleven year old on the ground by the back door. "okay, I really need you to listen. Do you remember how you used to have conversations with the car when you were younger, and how you always named it?" I asked gently. She nodded.
"well, let's just say, that that kind of happened. His name is whiplash, and he's going to help us, but I need you to be strong okay, little rose? we're gonna make this right again." I cooed softly.
She looked back at the dirty black car, giving the door a small hug before quietly crawling in, laying down on the cars bench, sleep taking over her eyes. The door closed, and I climbed in in the drivers seat.
The rear-view mirror tilted itself down to look at the small girl, a small smile on her tear stained face, her eyes slowly closing. "thank you, Mr. lash..." her gentle voice was the last thing that escaped as she quickly fell asleep. A seatbelt snaked gently around her.
The car shuddered before slowly making it down the driveway. "aww!~" he cooed. "she's so nice!"
I smile and nod, a yawn wracking my body for a moment, and I can feel my eyes slowly lower. The radio chuckled, a grey seatbelt gently keeping me in place as we drove.
'so, this is my "normal" life now, being hunted down, having my family taken from me....I'll make those..."decepticons" pay...' my thoughts blurred as I fell asleep just as quickly as thornly had.