No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Ruined

*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.*

After an hour and a half I was now clean and in fresh clothes, yet that hour and a half had done nothing to cease the tears. I was still so exceptionally angry and of course upset. The only good feeling that I felt was the triumph from delivering a few good hits to Galloway's face and I knew without a doubt the marks would be visible next time I saw him.

I let out a cough as I combed through my damp hair. After retrieving my hair tie from the counter, I pulled my brown hair into a messy bun. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. My eyes were swollen from the amount of crying I had been doing and they wouldn't change any time soon. My blue irises were surrounded by a hue of red and my cheeks were stained from the tears that flowed down my face; I looked absolutely terrible.

I sighed before heading over to my bathroom door. It was a really good thing that my room had its own bathroom and shower because I really didn't want anyone to see me in this state. I pulled the large wooden door open and stepped out, only to be met with the tear-stained face of Samuel Witwicky.

He met my eyes and he smiled ever so slightly before wrapping his arms around me in an attempt to comfort me. It didn't work out too well though. I was a wreck and I probably would remain this way. I squeezed him back tightly and he released me, only his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You know we're going to find a way out of this, okay? It's not going to end like this," he whispered quietly.

I just looked at him and nodded. I didn't believe his words though. There was no way we were going to find a way out of this. We were stuck at least until our president was re-elected, which by the looks of it wouldn't be until about 2016; that was a good seven years from now.

Sam stepped aside and my focus shifted towards Ironhide's lesser form who was standing by my bed, watching the two of us curiously. I immediately stepped around Sam and ran to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He hugged me back almost instantly and I fought back the urge to cry again.

"Sam, would you care to inform me on what is going on?" Hide asked.

"No," I said before Sam could answer him.

Hide grunted and released me. I frowned but got in my bed, covering my entire body up with the comforter. Just one thought could send the tears flowing and that's just what happened. I hated crying more than anything. It made me feel so vulnerable and it made me look weak; I wasn't a weak person.

"I have to go have a talk with Bumblebee. I'll see you later," Sam asked, his voice cracking.

My heart lurched in my chest. Fuck you Galloway.

"Bye, Sam," I whimpered.

A few seconds later I heard the door shut and then there was a weight on my bed. The comforter was removed from covering my head and I looked up to see Ironhide looking down at me, a sad look in his eyes. He placed a hand on my cheek and I lifted my hand up to loop it over top of his.

"What did you do for that man to put his hands on you?" he asked me.

I sighed. "I slapped Galloway several times and then I kicked him in the head," I answered.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Why?"

"Because of something he said."

He grunted. "Why are you crying though? Did he hurt you?"

I nodded and he stiffened up. He made a move to get up but I pulled him back.

"He didn't hurt me in the way you're thinking. He hurt me mentally. Same with Mikaela and Samuel," I assured him.