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Chapter Two
I pulled the door that opened to my hover open and sat in the driver's seat. Digit was fast asleep in the passenger's seat curled up in a ball. She snored softly and that brought a smile to my face.
I shook her tiny shoulders. "Digit...I have a story for you!"
"Five more minutes..." She yelled and swatted my hand away.
"Fine. I guess you don't want to know how I met the Prince!" With that her eyes opened and her blue eyes sparkled. "You met the Prince?"
"Yep." I showed her the small lifeless android in my hands. "He needed someone to fix her. apparently, she malfunctions every time she tries to reboot. Let me show you." Leaning closer to my small android, I quickly opened the royal android and typed a reboot code. The lifeless body stirred to life yet again, only to fall onto the floor of my unmoving hover.
"What did the Prince look like?" Digit said, her eyes leaving the motionless android just inches from her head. "Was he handsome? Just like on Television?"
"Man, and I thought you were quote, unquote, 'Full of Logic'" I said making little quotes with my fingers.
"Whatever. Well, was he?" I rolled my eyes at Digit. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, we have to go. Let's go to the hotel."
Ever since I ran away from my stepmother's house, I've been living in a dilapidated hotel just outside of Magix. This way, the old hag can't use her tracking system to find me. After all I am the only way she can make money. After being fed up with her treatment, I brought Digit to the small store that stepmother made me work at and instead of working, I took stepmother's hover and drove it to the outskirts of Magix.
"Tech? Are you sure about that?" Digit said, staring down at her computer in her arm. A bunch of blinking dots littered the screen. "The Magix Police." She announced looking up at me. "They're heading right towards us.
Dammit. I only needed to come to Magix to get some gas for the Hover and some food. In the time I had talked to Prince Timmy, Stepmother must've tracked me down and called the authorities.
"Ok. We are going to escape." I said gripping the steering wheel. I turned the ignition key and put my foot on the gas petal. "Get ready." I said narrowing my eyes.
"They will be here in exactly 16 seconds. 15...14...13...12..." Digit announced and I started to hear sirens. "Go Tech! Hurry!"
"5...4...3.." I floored the petal and the hover flew. "Happy?" I said to Digit almost yelling because of the engine noise. I saw Digit crinkle her nose and slowly nod her head.
"We are going 45mph. Now we are going 62mph." Digit said looking back at the cop lights quickly approaching. "76 mph... Tech you're going too fast." She whimpered from the seat.
"How do you expect to get outt-" I suddenly saw we weren't on the road anymore. "Brace yourself!" I yelled at Digit. Then I let go of the wheel to protect my little android and the Prince's android.
Covering the both of their robot bodies, I felt the impact on my back. A memory flooded my mind. One that I only saw in my dreams. The one where I am completely crushed and surrounded by rubble. In that memory I only remembered the horrible sensation of being buried alive until a man pushes the debris from me and lifts me to safety.
I awoke an hour later. I could tell because of the diagnostics running across my vision. Rebooting in 5...4...3...2...1...Time past since shutdown: 62 minutes.
62 minutes without waking up.
Where was I?
Opening my eyes, I saw myself in the place I had always tried to flee from. The place I cursed under my breath every waking hour. My prison. My stepmother's home.
"Dammit. Back where I started." I said and glanced at my old room. The one I thought I would never see again. "Dammit."
"Hey. Mother would like to see you." Said my somewhat nice stepsister I also thought I would never see again. "Bea. What happened?"
She looked at me with sympathy. "You got in an accident. See mother before she finds I've talked to you."
I tried to stand, but the pain my lower back was unbearable. I think I also broke my metal foot. Dammit. That will cost a lot.
Bea rushed over to my side and drapped an arm around my shoulder to help me to the living room. She looked at me with her warm hazel eyes. "Need help, sis?"
I smiled slightly at her remark. She always considered me family even though stepmother and Gigi didn't.
When I was brought into my stepparent's home, everything was fine. Stepmother didn't really care about me so she let me do whatever I wanted, stepfather always seemed to be extra careful of me and never wanted any harm done to me, Gigi usually ignored me, and Bea soon became my closest friend. But of course, when I started middle school in Magix everyone treated me differently because I was a cyborg. That's when I got the idea of wearing gloves to conceal my right hand. And I continued to go to school for a year and no one ever came up to me and offered to be my friend. So with some quick thinking and some extra pieces of metal from my stepfather's forgotten inventions, I built Digit. And I apparently gave her human-like emotions. I don't know how I did that. And then everything changed when my stepfather died.
With my arm around Bea's shoulder and dread in my mind, I started to go to the living room thinking about the face I wished I would never see again. My stepmother.
This chapter has been revised.