No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Goodbyes

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The morning sun shone brightly through my bedroom windows. I groaned tiredly and covered my head with my blanket. I was absolutely exhausted.

The entirety of my day yesterday consisted of packing up the rest of my belongings; with Ironhide's and my dad's help it was a particularly long process. It was almost as if they didn't have a clue as to what they needed to do with my clothes and my shoes. Every other article they picked up, they criticized and even threatened to throw away.

The process took a little over six hours and that only had to do with the fact that they repeatedly kept throwing clothes and shoes at me. My room became a war zone after that. I remember tackling my dad to the floor and then beating him with one of my boots because he hit me in the head with a clothes' hanger. Ironhide I really couldn't do so much about because no matter what, he'd beat me, but it still didn't stop me from locking him inside my closet. .which was now in need of construction.

As I closed my eyes to go back to sleep, my bedroom door clicked open. The annoying sound of my dad's voice filled the air.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," he chirped.

I groaned. "Go away."

The sound of footsteps could be heard followed by my comforter being ripped from my body. I glared at my father.

"Get up and get ready. It's not long until we have to leave now," he told me.

I sighed and sat up. "Will you at least make me breakfast? I think I deserve it after you so brutally beat me last night."

He scoffed. "You're delusional, but fine. I'll make you breakfast," he told me and walked out of my room.

I got up out of bed and took my night clothes off to get changed. My eyes widened when I realized my bags were no longer in my room. I groaned and headed out of my bedroom, not bothering to care that I was only in my bra and underwear. I ran into the living room, my mom's and Ironhide's eyes on me. Oops.

"Azalea, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" my mom asked me.

"Because all of my bags are gone. Where are they?" I asked, looking at Ironhide.

He was staring at me. "Bed of the truck," he said slowly.

"Thank you," I called as I ran out the front door.

A squeal escaped my mouth as I stepped on a small rock, but I kept running. I stepped onto Hide's tire and lifted myself to the bed of the truck. His frame shuddered and I chuckled before grabbing my duffle bag. I jumped off of the tire and patted his side.

"Fucking pervert," I exclaimed as I ran back into the house.

I didn't bother to stop and further converse with my mom or Ironhide; I just ran to my bedroom. After throwing my bag on my bed, I rummaged through it to find something to wear. I changed into a grey tank top, a pair of white shorts and my black combat boots. I left my hair down in its natural waves before shoving my night clothes into my bag. I zipped it up and grabbed it before heading out of my bedroom and back down the stairs.

I threw the duffle bag on the couch and sat down beside my mom.

"I am now clothed. Be happy," I baited.

She shook her head at me. The kitchen door opened and my dad walked out with Ironhide who was holding a plate of food. He sat it down in front of me before moving my duffle bag to sit down beside me. My dad sat down in the recliner and I smiled at him.