Chapter 12
Optimus P.O.V
Arcee groans as she tried to move her leg. Tyron, her dad, had just grabbed a knife and stabbed her leg.
"You will never see him again!" he said "The next time I see him…I will kill him…in front of you"
She cries as she stands on it. She crawls to her bed and lies down. She got a cloth and pressed it against her wound.
It was still bleeding and hurting so much. She went to the bathroom and washed it off. She got a band-aid wrap and went around her wound.
With every touch she flinches…with every movement she groans.
Why does it have to be this way? Arcee slowly walks to her bed and lies down gently.
Tyron comes in with a smirk.
"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked
"You stabbed me you bastard!" I yelled
"How dare you yell at me!" he yelled
"Dad…I will see him again…" I said "I love him…and…" she gasps
"You what…?"
"I love him" she said quietly
"You little…"
Tyron grabbed her and slammed towards the wall.
"You will never yell at me" he growled
Tyron was about to slap her but she dodges him. She runs out and starts running away from her home.
Arcee couldn't run far because of her leg.
I started running towards Arcee house. I stopped when I saw someone limping…it was Arcee. I ran faster and catch up to her.
"Arcee" I yelled
"Optimus…Help me" she cries
I ran up to her and caught her before she fell. I carried her bridal style and I kissed her. She kissed back and hugs me tight.
"You're hurt" I whispered. I looked at her leg…it was wrapped and it blood.
"I'm fine…."
I kissed her temple. I started walking home. She was flinching wit every touch I give her. I know she is hurting everywhere but I have to know the truth.
I opened my door and laid her on my couch.
I got some water and gave it to her. She was still groaning in pain. I held her hand and I knelt in front of her.
"I'll call a doctor" I said
"Don't leave me" she said
I stayed there and I called for Magnus.
"What…?" he said then he stared "Oh…"
"Call Ratchet…and tell him we need help please"
"Sure" he said
I rubbed her forehead.
"Arcee…" I whispered "You are going to have to tell me who hurt you"
"I can't…" she said
"Arcee…this is bad…someone stabbed you in the leg"
"I can't tell you…because…"
"Arcee…please tell me…" I said "Let me help you"
Ratchet came busting in. "What's wrong?"
"It's Arcee…" I said "She has a stab wound"
Ratchet nodded and got his aid kit. He went right to work; cleaning the blood; and now started stitching it.
Arcee held my hand tighter and yelps. It was hurting her…and me to see her in pain. Ratchet did his final stitch and whipped it off.
She groans and cries out a little. I rubbed her forehead with my thumb. She hugs me; and I hugged her. She flinches again.
"Arcee…Am I hurting you?" I asked
"No…" She yelps as Ratchet touched her back.
"Arcee…may I have a look?" said Ratchet
He lifted the back of her shirt and I gasp.
