A/N: Ello! So, I have a friend who inspired me to write this story. (No names ;P) So, yea enjoy! I also got Carter from my best friend and her name is well..Carter :D ENJOY!
WARNING: Mild or intense (up to what you guys think) abusement in this chapter. *I will always give warnings out to abusement :)*
Chapter One- Save Me Bee: Thanks For The Save:
I sat in my bed with me hugging my legs up to my chest. I was going to get it for sure. I forgot to cook dinner because of trying to earn money for college. I looked down at my silver, sparkly guitar on the floor. I sighed, knowing that was my mother's before she died.
From him.
"Carter Santorri!" I heard a deep angry voice yell from downstairs.
"Y-yes?" I stuttered shakily as I stood up to walk out of my room and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen with my dad red faced and pointing to the table. I was instantly in tears.
"Why the fuck isn't there the piece of shit they call food on the table?" He sneered at me.
He, referring to, my father.
"I-I was singi-" I started to say but he just grabbed me by the hair before throwing me to the ground. "No, stop!"
"Singing again, huh?" He tried to say sweetly but, failed. He kicked me in the ribs and I got onto my knees before I heaved.
"Stop please! It won't happen again!" I cried out and he laughed before slapping across the face. Hard. I fell back onto the floor from the impact and I noticed how there was an agonizing pain from my jaw.
"Shut up, you ungrateful whore!" He screamed as I tried to stand up again and I felt something wood, hit me on the head. I screamed when I hit the floor and I noticed something red dripping beside me. Blood from my head. I wailed as he kept implanting the bat to every part of my body.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I wailed and he walked a hair inch closer to me as he dropped the bat before he stepped on my left leg. Resulting a sickening crunch, I shrieked before I looked down. I was wearing shorts and what I saw was nothing different than before. It was bleeding and purple with a slight yellow color going around it. It didn't particularly break my foot but the skin was torn off. Ew.
"How do you like that bitch?" He said as he kicked me some more on the ribs.
"Please stop! I didn't do that much wrong." I had tears falling down my face rapidly before he grabbed me by my arm which he gripped painfully. He threw me onto the glass table and I heard the glass shatter, piercing every piece of skin I still had on my body before hitting my head on the floor; I fell into unconsciousness.
I tried not to cry when I opened my eyes. It felt as if I was thrown off one of the twin towers, 3 watermelons fell on my stomach, and a car hits me. I slowly tried to stand up but just fell back down helplessly. Come on Carter! You promised Sam you would help him pick out a car!
Sam Witwicky. My only friend at school and my closest. My family or dad, never met his. I wasn't actually suppose to be friends with anyone from school unless I wanted to die but, he was pretty nice to not have a friend.
"Nicko?- I mean, dad?" I tried to whisper out as I finally stood up shakily. Nicko Santorri. My abusive father was a fireman who was suppose to help people but look what he just does to me. I could not walk up that far up the stairs without falling so, I crawled. Yes, like a helpless girl; up the stairs then started to pant when I got to the top. I heard nothing so I knew Nicko was gone for work and might be staying there to sleep with some girls every night.
Ring, Ring
I walked towards our wall phone before picking up. "Hello?"
"Carts, it's Sam," I heard him explain through the landline happily.
"Oh, hey Sam. What's up?" I said, trying to hide the eering pain from my head and abdomen.
"Well, remember! I'm getting my first car today!" He exclaimed and I could almost imagine him jumping up and down.
"Yea." I answered back blankly.
"Well, I decided to share it with you," he said with enthusiasm and my eyes widened.
"N-no way Sam, I'm good. Seriously."
"Oh, come on, please?" He pleaded and I rolled my eyes.
"Sam, are you sure? I mean, I didn't even help you with the thousand and A's," I mumbled as he laughed.
"Please? Come on Carts, you got all straight A's in all your honors classes and you're in honor choir with a recommended scholarship to Juliard! Adding it off with that, you've saved your money ever since the seventh grade and may I remind you. You were selected to be next year's valedictorian by the principal!" He facted out about me and I rolled my eyes.
"I don't even think they'll accept my scholarship, that's why I'm at least saving up for Berkley." I muttered before running a hand through my fringed hair.
"Oh shush! You'll get into Julliard for sure but right now, I'm asking if you wanna share the car from all your hard work," He replied and I sighed heavily.
"...Okay..." I breathed and I heard him cheer.
"Yes! Come with me and my dad after school to pick out the car since your dad is a the station and you're all lonely there," He chuckled and I laughed weakily.
As if, I'm ever gonna be lonely in this house with him. "Okay, see ya' at school."
"See ya'."
I put down the phone before limping down to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and took a relaxing shower. When I looked down in the shower to my body; I felt as if it was a horror movie that attacked me. I would sit down and curl up into a ball before crying everything out in the tub each freaking day.
I walked slowly to my bedroom and started putting on some clothes. I wore a tight, black long-sleeved v-neck to cover the bruises and some blue, long skinny jeans. I grabbed the hem of the leg of my pants to pull it up. I wrapped on my back-up bandages around my aching leg before putting the leg of my pants down and slipping on some socks and my black converses. I put light black eyeliner and mascara on my eyes and my studded earrings. I brushed through my damp, brown hair before I got on a black smooth surfaced headband to cover the small crack in my head. After gathering my things for school, I walked out of the house with my head down as usual. I walked to school for about 15 minutes and I saw Sam.
"Sam!" I called out to him and his head whipped around.
"Carter! Come on! We're going to be late for class!" He shouted from across the lot and I smiled before helplessly limping over to him.
"H-hey," I said, trying to hide a scream from the eering pain slithering up my leg.
"Are you okay? You seem really pained or something." He shrugged with me and we quickly but, me biting my lip to keep a whimper from each step, went into the school.
Ugh, this is going to be a long and agonizing day...
"Wh-who threw that?" Me and Sam's teacher said annoyingly when Sam was flicked in the head by a paper ball.
It was me and Sam's last period and as usual me and him were bully preys. Especially from one guy who has a crush on me but still 'bullies' me and really bullies Sam. Guess what? He's in here to and...also guess who threw the paper ball! Also, he sat right behind me! The worse part is, our desks were touching. That faggot who would try to get with me when his father and mine were drunk besties.
Trent.
"Well, well, well if it isn't my bitch," He smiled and I just scoffed. I saw his 'girlfriend' Mikaela, looking at Sam with interest and amusement. Mikaela liked Sam, a lot, but only I could see it.
"Don't you have other 'bitches' to annoy? Like, I dunno, your mom?" I teased him before he growled, grabbing my sleeve and pulling me to his face. "Oh wait, which one?"
"You better watch it Santorri, just so you know, I may have another play night with you when our dads are high at your house," He purred and I couldn't stand a tear when it rolled down my face. That night, the night when he hurt me so badly, the night where my whole body could feel the agonizing cold tempurature of my room, the night a girl would lose all her blessing to her virginity.
The night Trent raped me.
I felt myself shake as I got out of Trent's grip to turn back front. I clenched my fists and tried to stop myself from breaking down. I knew I couldn't cry right now because the room was to quiet when Sam gave his presentation about his great-grandfather, Archibald Witwicky. His story actually fascinated me on how his glasses sort of gave me a spark of happiness whenever I looked at it, but it also gave me cautiousness and fear.
"Are you going to sell me his liver?" I heard our teacher say and I snapped out of my trance to look up at Sam. Who says only some kids here are bastards and bitches.
"N-no but-" Sam stuttered but our fucking teacher had to interrupt.
"Mr. Witwicky, please, this is a presentation not a time to show crap to the class," He explained annoyingly. As I rolled my eyes, I noticed the bell rang but poor Sam just kept auctioning his grandfather's glasses.
"5-50! 40!" He rang out to the passing students and I grabbed my stuff before going to up to him.
"Come on, let's ask Mr. Bastard your grade..." I whispered to Sam and he laughed as we went over to our stressed out teacher at his desk.
"So..." Sam smiled, trailing off the sentence for an answer.
"So? What?" Mr. Bastard asked confusingly. I rolled my eyes and moved Sam out of the way, putting on a fake sweet smile on.
"What did he get?" I asked, trying so hard to keep an outburst in my system or..throat. I was a bit unfonded of Nicko's actions but I was his daughter. So I got generics of some of his personality when I have to. Although, I was the...angel version of Nicko, and I won't have hell's way of me or to anyone else just for pleasure.
"What do you mean?" He smirked and was obviously teasing us.
"What's. The. God Damn. Grade. For. His. Damn. Presenation." I spitted each word through my teeth in anger.
"Ms. Santorri, the last time I checked you weren't the one stuttering in front of the class a while ago," He responded to me. Oh, you wanna see the one stuttering now?
"Oh, why you-" I growled but Sam slapped a hand over my mouth and held me back with his arm.
"Just please say it?" Sam pleaded and, Mr. I might be bigger than you and I can do crap to my hated students, just sighed.
"A, solid B minus."
"WHAT!" I shrieked as I was able to burst out of Sam's hand but Sam just once again slapped two hands on my mouth.
"Sir, please I've been waiting for this last A for me and my friend's new car, and I got the thousands and the two A's. All I need is this one last A you can give and I am sure that's what Jesus would do."
"Jesus?" I spoke into Sam's hand questionignly.
"YES!" Sam cheered as I saw him jump into his dad's car. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
"So?" His dad, Ron, ask him. Gosh, what was up with all the so crap today?
"An A minus, but it's still an A right?" I said out of nowhere to him as I limped slowly to their car.
"Carter! Come in sweetheart, you look tired. Your dad out at the fire station?" Ron asked and I smiled in relief as I got into the backseat.
"Thanks Mr. Witwicky and yes, he's staying there tonight," I explained trying to hide my joyness. All I wanted, was to finally be in peace from my dad, to be finally free from his brutal doings, to be free of all the words that scarred me in life with him, and to finally be able to be loved. Freely. Sam and his family was all I got now and I wanna make the most of it.
"Please, call me Ron and I sure hope your dad doesn't mind if I take you and Sam car shopping." Ron, smiled and me and Sam's smiles grew into boomarangs.
"Dad your serious?" Sam stated with happiness.
"Yup, and now..." His dad trailed off as we got into the parking lot of a porsche dealership.
"No, no, NO!" Sam spazzed and I my eyes grew wide.
"Mr. Witwi- I mean, Ron? Your serious?" I squealed but he just replied with a laugh. Oh, wow.
"Haha! You guys actually think a porsche would be your new cars?" Ron laughed hyena version and I smiled wearily.
"You think that's funny?" Sam blankly replied and I just laughed while they fought, father and son mode.
"Oh, wow!" I feigned excitment when we went into a crappy dealership called. 'Bolivia's'.
"Oh, don't hide it Carts! You know you're practically disturbed by this place," Sam stated oblivious that his father was near. We got out of the car with Sam grumbling and me just trying to hold my laugh in when his dad and him started talking how Sam is going to be a virgin.
"Oh quiet Sam," I whispered to him and he just shrugged. Me and Sam stood beside Ron and a dark-skinned man came up.
"Hello folks, I'm Bobby Bolivia, what can I do for ya'll this fine evening?" He asked in a Jamaican accent.
"Well, I heard that, my son and his best friend here wants to buy their first car, so..." Ron explained and Bobby smiled widely.
"...And you come here? That practically makes us family! Uncle Bobby B baby, Uncle Bobby B!" He laughed and Sam just looked disturbed with glumliness.
"I'm Carter, Carter Santorri," I smiled as I shook Bobby B's hand.
"Wait? Aren't you the daughter of our leading top firemen here?" His eyes gleamed.
"Uh, yes Nicko Santorri," I muttered and he just laughed while he clapped his hands.
"Hah! He saves the people here amazingly!" Bobby B smiled and I just faked a laugh out before turning on my heel to go look around the cars.
"Yea, and he hurts me amazingly," I mumbled and something yellow caught the corner of my honey, light-golden, brown eyes. I turned and I saw an old black and yellow Camaro. I walked over to it and ran a hand on the hood. The car shook a little and I felt a spark run through my veins. I walked over to the side and opened up the driver's door to get in. It was perfect!
Ring Ring
I pulled out my phone and I saw that it was an unknown caller. I answered and there was yelling in the background. "Hello?"
"Bitch!" I heard from the phone...and the...distance. Holy crap. I turned, looked out the window only to see an angry looking Nicko with a vein popping out of his forehead. I saw Sam and the other 2 men go into the store and nobody else was out. The streets were empty as usual, since this was in one of those ragged areas, and I just felt my whole heart go empty too.
"D-dad?" I stuttered as I got out of the car to face him. He came up to me before grabbing my neck and pushing me to the ground. As I felt the back of my head hit the door of the car, I felt the car get steaming hot.
"What the freak are you doing here?" He growled and he picked me up before throwing me onto the hood of the car. I saw him grab a hammer from one of the tool boxes left out by one of the auto mechanics and he headed towards me. I panted loudly and I rolled off the car before running, full speed, away. I saw he was hot on my trails and we ended up in a large alley.
"God!" I screamed in frustration when there was no way else to go. I turned and I saw three other men coming my way. I was being cornered!
"Come on, boys, I am sure my lovely daughter Carter will satisfy your needs..." Nicko sneered and one of the men just gun whacked me on the head. I fell to the floor with tears falling from my eyes. "You actually thought you were going to get out of it tonight?"
"N-no...please stop, I never did anything wrong," I whimpered and cried the same time. Ugh, the pain on my leg doest not feel too gorgeous.
"Oh, but sweetheart, you did...you took all the fun out of me and your mother when you were born," Nicko tried to state sweetly but, failed. "Now..."
"Oh I'm definitly going to enjoy this Nicko," I heard one of the men say. I just noticed they were Nicko's drunk buddies in the bars. They all gathered around me and were nearly tearing the clothes off my body. Until, I had enough.
"Stop!" I shrieked so loudly and a black and yellow Camaro went zooming in. The men backed away astounded.
"What is this?" Nicko yelled in anger and he tried to shoot the car but it kept swerving away from the shots.
It went faster than I thought and it crashed right into the men but, I didn't want to see more. I stood up and ran out of the alley, onto the sidewalk. I heard screaming and a large thud on the floor but I saw something on the corner of my eye. I turned a little and saw Nicko running away behind me going the oppisite way. I never wanted to look back but, I knew I had to, if that mysterious car didn't finish Nicko off. I ran and ran; back to the dealership and found Sam and his men looking quite horrified.
"CARTER! Oh my god! Did you hear that? A shriek, and suddenly all the windows of the cars' exploded when that Camaro made this sound!" Sam was in near hysterics. Glass? My shriek?
"W-wait what? Sam, breathe!" I compromised and he took a deep breath as I heard a distant old motor running from a car. My head whipped around and I saw the black and yellow Camaro right where I left it. Okay, wierd. "Explain."
"Well, when we heard this shriek that was saying 'stop', and it was after I was checking out that Camaro I saw you in earlier, we heard something loud erupt the lot and broke all the cars' windows. After, all the glass went down, I noticed the Camaro was gone, and well, you came running in quite terrified." Sam hurriedly explained and I took deep breaths to take it all in of what just happened. "Were you the one who screamed Carts?"
"N-no Sam! Why would you think that?" I lied exasperatedly and he sighed in relief. I think that was sign of 'Thank god, now I can breathe'.
"Okay, okay, but look, maybe it was just a hallucination. The Camaro's back!" I said trying to hide the tears I was about to burst out. He turned and his eyes widened.
"Wh- how!" Sam exasperated as he pulled his hair. Classic Sam.
"See!" I faked a smile and he just forced a laugh out.
"Haha! Maybe I was..haha!" He laughed and I scratched the back of my head before I saw Sam turn to talk to the, still freaked out, men. I walked over to the Camaro and kneeled down beside it, running a hand on the hood.
"Thank you, I know that this may be the wierdest thing that's ever happened to me and I know, may be you weren't the Camaro that saved me but, thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be alive...much.. Thanks for caring and saving me." I smiled warmly and stood up a little to kiss the hood. I felt it shake and get warm and I cocked an eyebrow.
"Whoo! Yeah! Party!" Sam cheered out like a drunk person but, a high one at the least. I stood up fully and went over to him.
"What is it?"
"Well, Bobby B first said that, the Camaro was five grands and my dad was only going to help me by paying up to four so, now that the Camaro or something...broke the windows, so he reduced it down to four grands!" He laughed and I smiled with a gleam in my eyes.
"Yes!" I cheered and we hugged before I ran over to the Camaro. I knew, that this Camaro wouldn't be my complete happiness but, I do owe my gratitude. Eventhough, it was an inanimate object and I couldn't praise him or her every single day. It did one of the things that I'd yearn and praise for, it did something that could've gotton themselves hurt, and it did something that no one would ever try to do because of the famous Nicko.
Saving me.
A/N: So, that is my first chapter and I hope you guys liked it! Also, would you guys want me to do a one-shot on that night Trent hurt her or, would you rather hear that story be told to Bee? If so, p.m or review me what you guys think of the story and how you want those, 'Advanced' abuse scenes to be like. Kay?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers, all belongs to MICHAEL BAY *shudders and then has a tear roll off* Ironhide...anywho, only Carter, Nicko, and the plot belongs to me :)
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