Sorry for the late update, my only excuse is my own laziness. That I have been preoccupied with other fandoms :O
So this chapter took a little different route than the original. I wanted to delve more into Bianca's loss, and follow the stages a grief a little more.
With that being said I am going to place a trigger warning here just to be safe.
Hope you enjoy. Reviews and PM's are love :D
P.S. Until I can afford Microsoft office I have come to the conclusion that my formatting is doomed. D: Please don't hate me.
Her's and Sam's room had been totaled in the fire, which she had been told was caused by an electrical short. So Bianca had relocated her massive pile of blankets to the day bed in the downstairs office. After many tears and buts from her aunt, she had finally convinced her that she would be fine on her own, and they had flown out two days prior to Paris. The phone rang every 4 hours, and Bianca learned that the sooner she answered and let her aunt know she was still alive the better.
The quiet house had been a blessing for the girl. She was finally able to grieve without the prying eyes of her family watching her every move. She now stood in the front hallway for the second time since her arrival. The smiling faces of her parents stared back at her from the many pictures that decorated the wall. Anger surged through her, and with a scream she ripped the picture from the wall, smashing it against the floor.
The anger clawed at her insides like a caged tiger, and consumed her entirely. She clung to the anger, glad to finally feel something other than the emptiness that had swallowed her whole.
"You left me!" she cried in anguish snatching another picture off the wall; this one a happy family portrait from her first birthday. Flinging it against the wall a few more frames fell from their place, shattering on the floor upon impact. "Why did you leave me all alone? Why!" she howled. Bianca swung around, looking wildly for something else to take her anger out on, when a glint from the counter caught her eyes, Sam's keys. Without giving it another thought she strode forward, grabbing the keys and making a beeline for the door. She didn't even bother slipping on a pair of shoes, as she flung the front door open.
Bumblebee had already heard the commotion from inside the house and watched as she came stomping towards him. If possible she looked even worse than when he saw her last, and the crazed look in her eye didn't help. Wrenching open the door she threw herself into the vehicle, and jammed the keys into the ignition. Unsure of what to do, Bumblebee let the scenario play out for the time being.
As the engine roared to life Bianca harshly kicked the car into reverse, leaving the seat belt unbuckled next to her. Angry tears were leaking down her face making it hard to see but she didn't need to really see for what she had planned.
"You left me," she seethed, kicking the car into drive and slamming her foot down on the gas. Her head smacked against the headrest from the sudden direction change, causing her to bite her tongue. She hissed in pain, her rage only being fueled into an even bigger frenzy. Bumblebee's tires screeched on the asphalt before catching and flying forward.
Due to the early morning hour the streets were empty, allowing Bia's road rage to go unchecked.
"You left me here, alone. But not for long!" she screamed, urging the speedometer faster. Bumblebee had deduced what it was she was intending to do and his spark twisted painfully in his was no stranger to loss, his entire life had been spent in times of war and he had lost many comrades through the years, but never once did he imagine that such extreme measures would be taken.
Bianca wrenched the wheel, sending them careening towards the barrier and Bee decided that enough was enough. Taking control of the situation he clicked her seat belt across her lap and Bianca let out a gasp, looking down at the belt in bewilderment.
"Click it or ticket" she cried out as the speakers came to life. The wheel yanked itself from her white knuckled grip, and the breaks hit hard squealing against the pavement as the Camaro came to a stop millimeters from the barrier.
Bianca's chest heaved as she gulped in lungs full of air, adrenaline pumping through her body causing her to shake.
"What the, no no NO!" She screeched thrashing about, yanking at her seat belt before giving up and trying to gain control of the wheel instead. "Mierte, is this car possessed!" she yelled, hitting the steering wheel over and over as it began to turn itself in the direction of the Witwickey house.
"Don't worry you're not alone, baby those day's are gone. I promise you it will get better, better. Corazon a corazon." Bumblebee tried to calm the girl down, tightening his seat belt's hold on her to try and keep her still as best he could. The familiar gravel of the Witwickey drive way crunched beneath his wheels and Bumblebee slowed to a stop, unclicking the buckle.
Bianca flung the seat belt off of herself before she grabbed the door handle and shoved it open, tumbling out of the car. She skittered away from it a good distance before turning back around to face the car.
"Take it easy kid...I mean you no harm" the girl let out a shriek and bolted inside, slamming the door behind her, before peeking out of the blinds at him.
Bumblebee let out a huff, Sam's cousin was proving to be quiet the handfull, and Bumblebee planned on giving him a piece of his mind next time he saw him. While Sam was off partying at college and having the time of his left, Bumblebee was stuck babysitting a mentally unstable 17 year old girl. Before the young bot could dwell on his bad luck any further a call came in, disturbing his thoughts.
"Calling all Autobots, calling all Autobots. This is Optimus Prime, there is an urgent matter to be discussed. I am sending you coordinates. Roll out!"
Bumblebee hesitated momentarily, unsure if he should leave Bianca in her current state. He had no doubt that if she had hijacked a normal car she would just be a stain on the cement by now. However, Bumblebee was first and foremost a soldier, not a babysitter and his commander had given him orders. So, with one last glance at the brown eyes peering at him from behind the curtains he reversed out of the driveway, and headed towards the coordinates Optimus had sent him.
As the car pulled out of the driveway Bianca turned around, letting the drapes shut, and slowly slid down the wall, tugging her knees to he chest. She tried to talk through what had just transpired.
"The car is possessed, it's possessed and drove itself off! Either that or you have gone absolutely crazy Bianca." she tried to reason aloud, "You were driving the car, you were going towards the barrier and it stopped itself." She paused, and felt her stomach twist painfully. "You were going towards the barrier...I was going towards...I was going to," As the realization dawned on her a wave of nausea crashed over her and she bolted to the bathroom where she threw up the little bit of water she had drank mixed with stomach acid. Since she had not eaten solid food in days she had nothing to throw up other than that, but continued to dry heave, bent over the toilet.
Sucking in breaths she finally was able to gain control of herself, and rocked back onto her heels letting the reality of what she had tried to do sink in. She brought her shaking hands up in front of her face and stared at them wide eyed.
"Did I...I just tried...I-I" A new wave of emotion washed over her and she clasped her hands over her eyes as loud sobs echoed through the empty house. "I-I-I'm so-so sorry" she cried out. "Mom, dad I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean it. I just wish you didn't have-have to leave me! I n-n-need you still" She wailed, letting her hands fall to her sides.
Maybe she had finally snapped, everyone was waiting for her to have her mental breakdown, and here it was. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, letting her sorrow wash over her wave after wave. By the time she had calmed down some her throat was hoarse and her limbs were full of pins and needles. Taking in a couple shuddering breaths she let her head fall back against the car wasn't possessed, she reasoned with herself, she just had an episode and her subconcious took over, self-preservation. "Mierte!" she cursed rubbing furiously at her eyes.
For the first time since the accident a small window of clarity had broken through the fog that had clouded her senses these past weeks and she was damned if she was going to let herself regress back to where she was. An odor caught her attention then, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Sniffing around she finally tracked the smell to be coming from her. Reaching up she grimaced as she felt the greasy knotted mass on her head that was her hair.
Carefully, Bianca made he way to standing, using the wall for support. Her legs had gone numb and she had to brace herself multiple times to keep from collapsing, before she turned to face the mirror. Bianca refused to believe the person staring back was her. Her cheeks, once still round with traces of baby fat had become gaunt. Her brown eyes which were normally her best feature had sunk into shallow pits, reminding her of the zombie's she had seen on T.V. Her olive skin had turned ashey and sick looking, her clothes hung off her frame and her collar bone poked out from the top of her shirt.
"Dios mio' she breathed. She wasn't sure how long she stared back at her broken reflection before finally gathering the resolve and heading for the shower. The hot water washed over her, and the longer she let it pelt her naked frame, the more human she felt.
By the time she finally finished washing herself the water had begun to cool. Stepping out, she wrapped herself in a plush towel before turning back to the now foggy mirror. Wiping away a small patch of condensation she did her best to smile. It came out as a grimace, but at least the hot water had brought a little color back to her cheeks, making her seem a little more human.
Making her way back to the office she did her best to avoid the shattered pictures, not yet ready to deal with that mess. Unzipping her still packed suitcase she pulled a fresh pair of clothing from it. They were loose, but would serve their purpose for the time being. She then made her way to the kitchen, some semblance of an appetite beginning to form.
As she made her way down the hall she could hear the crunch of gravel beneath tires, and she changed her course to head to the front door. Peeking out the curtains once more she felt her stomach drop. The squad car let out two loud 'whoops' as it came to a halt. Bianca sighed, either her earlier escapade had been called in by someone, or she had missed her Aunt's call and she had in turn called the cops to come check on her. Either way she was not looking forward to explaining either situation.
Steeling her resolve she made her way out of the front door and towards the car whose door popped open.
"Look officer, I don't know if my aunt called you or what but-" she paused as two popping noises went off. Looking down she found two small darts sticking out of her abdomen. "what the...Que es...esto.." her speech slurred as the darts serum quickly entered her blood stream and a moment later her body went limp, sending her crumpling to the ground in a heap.
"female acquired" Barricade reported over his comm link.
Bumblebee was downtrodden as he turned down the familiar street that the Witwickey house sat on. Sam's denial sat heavy on his spark; they had been together through so much, they were best friends, and for the second time this week he had tossed him aside like an old newspaper. Deep down Bumblebee understood where Sam was coming from, why he would want a normal life, but it didn't make the sting of rejection any less.
Part of him wanted to retaliate, show Sam that he wasn't just a dog he could ditch at home when he left for college. He was an Autobot, he should be out running recon, searching for the straggler Decepticons whom they didn't take out at the battle of Mission city. He didn't belong rotting in a driveway, babysitting the cousin of his supposed bestfriend.
Bumblebee's engine rumbled in discontent as he pulled into the driveway. He was so deep in his thoughts that it took a minute for his sensors to pick up on the small traces of energon that lingered. Going on alert Bumblebee ran a full scan of the area, searching for any bogies. His scan came back negative for any Decepticons, and he calmed down slightly until he realized that his scan also didn't pick up any heat signatures within the house.
Various scenarios ran through his processors, all of them ended with the girl having her delicate life snuffed out. His spark fluttered in nervousness as he changed into his normal form, hoping that no pedestrians were out on a midnight walk. Moving closer to the house he noticed that the door was ajar. Doing his best to peer in he ran another scan for any trace of the girl, alive or dead.
He heaved a sigh of relief when his scans showed that there was no one in the house. His relief was short lived though as he tried to figure out what could of happened to her, it was then noticed a small glint in the gravel just past the steps that led into the house. Reaching out he carefully picked up the small silver cross and examined it. He recalled that had hung around Bianca's neck, and the entire ride home she would reach up periodically and trace it's design.
This wasn't good, the traces of energon, abandoned house and now her necklace all led Bumblebee to believe that she didn't leave voluntarily. Turning he quickly transformed back into his alt mode before racing down the road while sending out an emergency signal to Optimus.
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