Title: Bridging Destiny
Author: Mercy Rule
Summary: What do you do when you have nowhere to go, no one to turn to? Run. Run fast, and run hard. Eventual Optimus/OC, deals with rape. Fair warning, so don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: Transformers aren't mine.
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This was not how my life was supposed to go.
I never thought this would happen to me. I mean sure, girls way younger than me are having kids all the time in, like, India or something. Hell, by thirteen some of those kids are married. But this is America, an eighteen-year-old girl like me is supposed to be watching MTV and drooling over hot guys., not worrying about prenatal vitamins and shit like that. I'm really not supposed to be pregnant. I'm really not.
And it doesn't help at all that I'm on my own now. See, my mom had only one rule for me: I can stay in her house as long as I like, but if I get pregnant before I'm married, I'm out the door. I never thought she'd actually hold true to her word, but she did. I guess the gossip from her church group would be harder to take than helping her only daughter raise a child that should be her grandchild. And for the record, yes, I'm bitter as hell.
The hardest part is that she doesn't care who knocked me up, that it was more than one in an attack, and that it wasn't consensual. Oh, and did I forget to mention the fact they weren't even human? Yeah. Because they weren't. Now, I know everyone thinks that all that ruckus over in Mission City last year was the government testing some super secret new technology, and it just got a little out of hand, but I know differently. There are aliens here on Earth, right now. And those aliens got me pregnant. Call me crazy if you want, but I know what I saw. And I don't know how to explain this thing growing inside me if the aliens don't exist. I laugh, because people are so fucking stupid. Really, none of you has a goddamn clue.
I stare down at my hands and pick at a hangnail until it bleeds. My black nail polish has chipped off long ago, the remnants just visible above the cuticle. My skin has lost all its color, not that it had any to begin with in the first place. My paleness makes my hair look even darker and the fluorescent pink streaks stick out even further. I stand up and begin to pace about my room. I was always tall and lanky, but this pregnancy belly has got me all off kilter. I'm still trying to find my balance, eight months in.
I wander back to my bed and smooth out the comforter before I sit back down. As I stare out the tiny window in the corner of my bedroom, I can't help think back on all the mistakes I made, all the things I did wrong. My mistakes are my fault, and I admit that. But, no one deserves this. No one deserves to be dragged into the middle of an alien war they want nothing to do with. All I wanted to be was a normal kid, and now that's never gonna happen. I tucked one raven strand of hair behind my ear and pulled my knees up to my chest. Burying my head in the crook of my arms, I fought to hold off the tears.
Do you want to know my story? Do you want to know how I came to be here? I caution you, because it's not a pretty one. But if you can deal with it, I welcome anyone who wants to listen. Pull up a chair and leave your sense of logic at the door.
My name is Destiny Fortuna Ravencroft, and my story starts right now.
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