Chapter 1
Sam Witwicky drove his girlfriend, Mikaela Banes, home after their date which consisted mainly of sitting on top of Bumblebee and looking up at the sky. The happy couple had been dating for four months and it didn't look like it was ending anytime soon. Mikaela loved Sam for his quirkiness, but also for how lovable he could be towards her. Sam loved Mikaela mostly for how she wasn't ashamed about the fact that she was almost too good to be true and he was considered the "loser" of the school. The fact that they could be together for so long really blew his mind. Along with how amazingly sexy she was.
The drive home was mostly filled with a comfortable silence, and it didn't take long for Bumblebee to reach Mikaela's front door.
"So, you two can pick me up a little early tomorrow? I have to make up a test for Folger since I missed class last week." Mikaela asked.
"Yeah of course. Didn't you miss like three days? Where were you?" Sam questioned.
"Um….uh…I went out of town. My dad wanted to visit some family so I went with him." She said. She had trouble finding an excuse for the real reason she wasn't in school those three days.
"Oh cool. Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early!" Mikaela laughed and kissed Sam goodbye before jumping out of Bee and walking up the steps to her house. She waved to the yellow Camero carrying her dork of a boyfriend and took a deep breath as she unlocked the door of the house and opened it.
The lights throughout the house were off and Mikaela heard no noise coming from upstairs. She checked her phone which read 12:33 am.
"Maybe he didn't come home yet. Maybe he's still out with her." She tried to calm herself down. Her father, Dave, and she didn't have a great relationship to start with, especially now that he was dating that whore Victoria. With her being 33 minutes after curfew, she knew things wouldn't go well tonight. She started to walk up the stairs when the kitchen light snapped on and there he stood. His arms crossed and his eyes narrowing at her as she walked back down the few stairs she climbed.
"MIKAELA! WHERE WERE YOU?! You are exactly 33 minutes late! You know what that means. Get upstairs in your room until I get up there. You are such a child and I can't trust you with even getting home at the right time! A disgrace is what you are! It's no wonder why I constantly have to teach you a lesson! Get upstairs! Now." Mikaela quickly ran up the stairs and shut the door to her room with her back against the door. Slowly sliding down to the ground, she wished, like most other teenagers, her father would just yell at her for being late like she was. Even being grounded would be better than what she knew was coming.
Slightly shaking she waited for ten minutes, imagining what her father was going to do to her. His feet pounded up the stairs and to her bedroom door. She quickly stood up and backed away from the door which swung open to reveal her father with a black belt in his right hand. Before she could react, her grabbed her arm and swung her around and began beating her back and stomach waiting for her to cry out for him to stop. The problem was, Mikaela was strong and she knew if she kept quiet, he would lose interest more quickly than if she gave him the satisfaction of her crying.
The beating went on for fifteen minutes, nonstop, before Dave lost interest and finally just pushed her into the wall, knocking Mikaela out. The door slammed shut as the high school beauty lay bleeding and in pain in her bedroom. It would be hours before she woke up again.