Betrayal, Lies, and Invasion
Summary: Dylan Gould's daughter soon leans of his clients that are the Decepticons. When she learns of her father's and the Decepticons plan she runs away, but finds herself caught in the invasion.
Genre: Family, Sci-fi
Characters: Soundwave, Carly Spencer
Chapter 1: Little Rich Girl
Casey Gould was your modern day rich girl. She lived in mansion, had a rich father who collected cars, and even had her own car that people drove her around in because she was only thirteen. Casey had shiny curly black hair, radiant green eyes, and a slender build.
The teen laid down on top of her bed, gently tapping her foot to the beat of the music that burst through her surround sound speakers. The song playing currently was 'Papercut' by Linkin Park. Casey was a diehard rap, hip-hop, and heavy metal fan. She may not look like it, but she was. Casey mouthed the words of the song when suddenly a loud knocking could be heard above the music.
With a sigh she said turning off her music "Come in.".
The door opened to reveal a man in his mid-thirties. He had black hair, a bit of facial hair that resembled a mustache, and he wore a fancy work suit.
"Casey, I already told you to pack your things! We're going to my work in forty-five minutes!" the man exclaimed to the teen who looked at him with a smirk.
"Yeah, sure Dad..." she mumbled before turning her music on full blast and annoying her father.
"CAN YOU PLEASE NOT PLAY YOUR MUSIC THAT LOUD?" her father asked above the noise.
Casey shook her head then smiled mischievously. She was a rebel against the rules. She was also very stubborn and emotionless at times.
Casey's father glared then yelled, pointing a finger at her "TURN IT DOWN RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" he said in a stern and serious tone.
Casey sighed, turned off the music, then mumbled underneath her breath "It was fun while it lasted...".
Her father gestured for her to stand right in front of him. His face was that of slight anger and annoyance. Casey sighed once more then obeyed. 'I hate it when he puts me through the 'You're Mature Enough' routine...' she thought.
Her father looked down at her and said sternly "You're mature enough to know better Casey! Next time listen to me!".
Casey smirked inside, but she didn't let it show because she would get in big trouble if she did. She knew that he used the same words every time this happened, but afterwards he'd forget about the entire incident and treat her like it never happened before. This was always Casey's ticket out off messes. Another way to get out off trouble was when her father was at work. He went so often that he usually let the housemaids watch over her. It was convenient for Casey at times, but today she HAD to go with her father to his work.. Perfect.
"I know Dad, can you just let me pack now?" Casey asked with her innocent smile that always made her father crumble.
"Alright, just be quick about it! If you're going to run the company then I suggest you get moving young lady!" he suggested with a smile.
Casey rolled her eyes with an amused smirk before waving her father out. Once he left she headed to her closet and changed from her night gown and into a little tight fitting black tank top, dark blue jeans, and black flats. She put her curly hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her messenger bag before slipping on the necklace her father had given her. It was on a sterling silver chain with a silver pendant that was purple and shaped like a weird robotic face. Casey put her laptop and cellphone inside the bag along with a book, her iPod and headphones, her doodle book, pencil crayons, and her favorite movie: Superman inside. In a rush, Casey ran down the long spiraling staircase of her mansion home and into the very large living room. All the walls in the house were white and the floor had a beautiful porcelain sheen to it that made it look glossy. Casey glanced over at the clock on the far left wall and saw it was 7:30 p.m. She was always up early, she just didn't have anything to do during the day most of the time so she just hung out in her bedroom. She ran past the rec. room where she usually practiced her music, the entrance to the bathroom, and the kitchen before she made it to the front doors. She slipped on her DCs and ran out to see her father waiting for her in his white 2011 Mercedes-Benz.
She quickly opened the flip-up door on the passenger side and climbed into the car. Casey buckle herself into the leather seat then they were off. Apparently today was when Casey learned how her father ran Accuretta Systems in downtown Washington D.C. Her father had said something about inheriting a client and learning a secret about his father when he was one of NASA's accountants. Casey Gould would only have to wait so long to learn of what he meant.
The drive to Accuretta Systems was a boring one for Casey. She decided to stick her music on. She plugged her iPod into the stereo of the Mercedes-Benz and blasted her music on through it. Dylan got slightly irritated at his daughter's stubbornness.
"Turn it down Casey." he said bluntly with a very stern tone in his voice as he continued to stare at the road ahead.
Casey sighed and replied "Fine, Dad.".
She turned the volume down as the song switched to 'Waiting For The End' by Linkin Park came on. They were one of her favorite bands of all time. Dylan sigh with relief that Casey had listened. Casey sighed and leaned her head on the window as she stared at the passing vehicles. With some entertainment Casey started tapping her foot to the song and humming. Dylan smiled at seeing his daughter happy. She was usually aggressive and uptight about everything, but music was her ticket out. When she listened to it she felt content and relaxed. That's the only reason Dylan didn't mind his daughter listening to music loud at times. Just not in the car.
It took them fifteen more minutes to finally reach Accuretta Systems. Casey had never seen it up close yet because her father always made her stay home, locked away from all civilization. The only people she ever saw were people that worked for her father at their estate home. Mainly it was her father's friend, Carly Spencer.
Casey would often go to Carly when she had a problem. Sure she could go to her father, but Carly was the only girl she could trust and talk to about in-depth secrets or situations she couldn't discuss with her father.
Dylan and Casey got out of the Mercedes-Benz. Casey couldn't believe her eyes at the pure enchantment of it all. The building was HUGE! It was also very artistic in design and structure. The pure white color gave the place a sense of business and money. Accuretta Systems had been in the Gould family for about two generations. Casey was the next in line to inherit the business and today was the day she would either accept it or deny it.
Casey stared up at the building in awe, almost tripping over her feet as she walked while looking up high to the very top of the building. When she looked back, her father was already at the steps. Casey rushed over and walked slightly behind her father while he was greeted by people entering and leaving the building.
"Dad?" Casey asked with a slightly fearful tone in her voice.
"Yes, Casey? What is it?" Dylan asked her daughter as they continued walking.
"Why haven't you let me leave the estate until now? I mean, other kids don't stay at home and get home schooled all their life. I've never met a single person my age! Shouldn't that be made child cruelty?" Casey explained with slight sarcasm in her last sentence.
Dylan chuckled at his daughter's final phrase then replied stopping in the hallway "Casey, I grew up the same way you are now. Once I was your age I was free to do almost anything I pleased. I just want you to be safe, okay?".
Casey sighed, but nodded reluctantly as her father smiled and said "Well,Let's go, okay?".
Casey nodded and followed her father inside the large building.
Author's Notes: AGAIN ANOTHER PILOTE CHAPPY! PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!
-Nitrofrost2