Street Rat ( Transformers Love Story)

Chapter 5

Becca's POV

"NO!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. I sat straight up an began to breathe heavily. My whole body began to shake. This was the worst one I have had yet. I had never screamed before. But this one just felt all too real to be a dream. It was more like I traveled back in time and became that little girl again.

When will this torture ever end? I thought to myself as pulled my legs over to the side of the bed. Why won't my mind just leave me alone?!

 There was absolutely no way I was going back to sleep. Not after that. I needed to get up. I got up from my bed and looked around my room. It's been a week since the Autobots took me in.They had a few human sized rooms in the base if they ever needed any. They all looked the same. They would have looked like normal rooms if it weren't for the Autobot, sized doors right next to the human, sized doors. I chose the one closest to Optimus room which was right beside mine.

I walked out of the room and into the hall which lead to the main hanger. The only sound I could hear was the bleeping of Ratchet's computer.I don't think I have heard it this quiet before. Usually Miko is playing her electric guitar, Raph and Bee were playing video games, and Ratchet yelling at Bulkhead for breaking something. It was nice.

I finally made it to the hanger and walked towards the kitchen. Jack, Miko, and Raph went grocery shopping a few days ago. Before they left to do that, Ratchet told them to only buy healthy foods. He is always asking me if I ate enough protein, fruits, and veggies. He also makes me exercise to increase my strength and health. Miko thinks it's stupid that he orders me around, but I think it is sweet that he cares for my well being. That is something I didn't have from somebody in a very long time.

I took out a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water from the sink. I chugged that all down in a few gulps, feeling absolutely thirsty. I went to fill some more in my cup, but stopped when I heard footsteps behind me. " Becca."

I turned around to see my guardian. " Are you alright? I heard you scream." he said bending down on one leg.

Shoot, I did scream pretty loud. " I'm fine, Optimus. I'm sorry for waking you."

He didn't look convinced. " Are you sure? You sounded terrified."

I sighed and placed my cup down on the counter. " It was just a nightmare."

" Its sounds to me it was more than just an ordinary nightmare." Optimus said placing a finger on my chin and lifting it up. " would you like to talk about it?"

That actually would probably would help. But am I really ready to tell somebody? I mean, I have only known Optimus for a week. But something deep down was teeling me too do it. " Alright." I finally said.

He gently wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me up. He carried me down the hall and towards his room. As he walked towards his berth I looked around his room. I don't think I have ever seen such a clean room before. It was very peaceful and calm looking. Not a decoration on his wall, yet it looked so nice. He sat down on his bed and let me sit comfortably in his hand. He brought me up closer to his face. " Now, what has been troubling your mind?"

Taking a deep breath in, I began to tell him. " Well Optimus, It isn't really a nightmare. It's a memory. A really really bad one." I felt my eyes begin to sting from tears that were wanting to come out. " About 6 years ago in the evening, I was sitting in the family room with my... parents." I chuckled a bit. " We were doing our favorite family activity. Playing board games. My dad was being a sore loser because I, his 11 year old child, was beating him. My mom didn't care if she was winning or losing. She just love to see my father pout like a baby. It was an absolutely perfect day. " I paused for a moment, trying to keep myself together, " then there was a knock on the door. I had no idea what was going on, but by the look of fear on my parents face I knew that something was wrong. My dad told my mom and I to go into the bedroom. My mom told me that she needed help my dad. She put me in the closet and told me to be brave and to stay in the closet, no matter what. She closed the door and went out of the room. I wanted to know what was going on and what could possibly scare my parents this much. I put my head against the wall to try to hear what they were saying. There was one voice that I didn't know who it belonged to, but it was deep and sinister sounding. They were talking for a few minutes, but then they began to yell at each other. That didn't last long though." I bowed my head and let out a shaky breath. " There was a loud gun shot. I heard my mother start to shriek, but then there was another loud bang. Then.... everything just became quiet." I could hear the gun shot echo in my head right now, making me squint my eyes. " I didn't know what to do. I just sat there for a while, hoping, waiting for my mom or dad to open the door, but that never happened..... It was maybe a few minutes later I suddenly realized that the air smelled like smoke. I opened the closet door and ran over to the bedroom door. I opened the door and saw flames everywhere." My cheeks were now overflowing with tears, remembering those flames engulfing the entire house. " I... I can still feel the fire burn my arms, Optimus... It was so painful, but I ran through them. I wanted to find my mom and dad...a-and I did." I looked up at the mech with tears running down my face. " I found them in the living room, laying down in their own pool of blood with bullet holes in their heads." I couldn't help it any more. I began to sob into my hands, letting all my emotions show.

Optimus looked down at me with compassion and deep sorrow. He pulled me closer to his chest and stroked my hair. " Shhh, it's alright. I'm here."

I continued to cry into his chest plate feeling absolutely vulnerable. He continued to coo me and hold me in his arms. This was the first time in a really long time that I ever felt cared about. It was a feeling that I never want to live without again.

A few minutes later I began to calm down, but Optimus didn't stopped stroking my hair. I loved it so much. I realized something as a cuddled closer into his chest plate. " Optimus?" I said quietly.

" Yes?" he said to me gently.

" Why is your chest so warm?" I asked.

" It's were my spark is. It is what you humans call a heart. It is the life source of my kind. It also contains my memories as well."

" Wow." I breathed out rubbing my hand on his chest. My touch  made him shiver slightly which kinda confused me, but I ignored it.

We began to talk about different things like are likes and dislikes, memories, and just random things that popped up into our minds. I started to see a side of him that I had never seen. There is definitely more to Optimus Prime than meets the eye.

Hours later I started to feel exhausted. I yawned and laid my head down on his chest, loving to feel the warmth and hearing his spark beat.

He chuckled and used his finger to push some of my hair out of my face. " Tired?"

I smiled and nodded. " Mhmm..."

He placed his hand protectively over me. " Get some rest, Becca."

After he said that I felt myself slowly slip into a deep sleep. And for once in my life, I slept peacefully.