WARNING!
This story is rated M for a reason.
There WILL be some trigger situation, both with mention of suicide, active abuse, and bad languish.
Where there is a more trigging part, I will put up a notice for you to see. You have now been warned...
For those of you who still want to read the story, enjoy and do tell me what you think.
She could hear her heartbeat pulsing loud as hard drumming beats in her ears, and they only increased in speed as she started to wake up. She was lying on a hard surface and she could feel the cold seeping through her clothes and eating into her structure. The taste of sweet metal in her mouth caused her stomach to turn around itself in discomfort, threatening to empty the little food she had eaten that day. She tried to take a deep breath but the blistering pain shot through her chest making her moan in pain instead.
It was in moments like this that she wished her dag had gone a little bit further in his beating and kill her instead. This Pain she was in right now was pure torture, and she wished that he could put an end to the endless suffering he was putting her through. It was like a bad wheel of destiny. Slowly she tried to move her fingers to try them out and even the smallest movement of her hands was sluggish and uncoordinated but nothing was broken. As she started to come more to it, she could feel her whole body was on fire, and the only place that didn't hurt was the face and it was the only place that would never be decorated with this kind of bruises.
She slowly sat up and let a painful gasp escaped her dry lips as the hard cutting feeling stabbed her right in her torso. She stopped for a moment but then started to slowly ease up until she sat with her back against the cold wall as support as the whole room was spinning around.
How long exactly had she been out?
Fuck, this time was probably the worst of all, and as soon as she had come home from school, she had felt that something was not right. It had been in the air, vibrating, suffocating her before she even could do anything or even know what she had done to trigger it. And her bad feeling had been confirmed after she had walked a little further into her house and the first thing she had seen of her father had been a muscular arm holding an empty whiskey bottle so hard that the fingers were white. The silence lay like a dense blanket over them and the only thing that broke it was the warm sound of the fireplace where the wood logs burned and gave some heat to the otherwise cold house. They had turned off the heater over the summer when they managed with the only fireplace as an additional heat source.
It was just my dad and me along with three cows, two sheep and four goats living in one of our larger barns. The nearest neighbor was a reasonable distance away.
It was hard, her father had a job in the city and she one to, an extra job that is, but it didn't give a lot of money but some. They lived out in the woods about 15 minutes from the nearest village. But the rest went to drugs or alcohol; not much food was brought home. It sometimes happens when her dad felt like it. She should be happy that he remembered to buy animal food.
Her mother died years ago in the accident that happened in Mission city. The median quieted down everything and tried to put all the blame on terrorists at first, but last year the truth had come out. She knew they were not alone in the universe, what an idiotic thought, do people know how big the galaxy is and how much we haven't even discovered yet? And people thought we were the most intelligent being there. And she had been there together with her mother when everything had happened. She had seen these big robots fighting.
One of the blue-eyed robots had managed to rescue her, but her mother had fallen victim to one of the evils one. But with the facts in hand, her life would have been so much better if she had also died that day. But the world was not that forgiving to give her peace. On this very day, her father had lost his job, and he had taken it all out on her.
She slowly forces herself to rise with the help of the wall and had to lean to it wholly so that she would not fall. The house was now completely dark and silent, except for a few loud snoring noises from the living room from the monster that rested there. With her hand along the wall, she slowly began to move out into the hall and she bit down on her lip to hold back all the small noise that wanted to leave her body and she once again felt the taste of blood.
Why? Why did her dad do this to her? And why couldn't she escape? Why did it feel like she was forced to stay against her will? But she knew why. It was because maybe... perhaps one day her father would wake up and be the dad she still could remember.
But that day was not today.
With great difficulty, she reached the upper floor and walked to her room and slowly closed the door behind her as careful as she could, afraid to make even the smallest noise. But as soon as the door was closed, it felt like a barrier had been brought up and everything that wanted to hurt her was on the other side. She was in her safety zone. The tears started to run down her cold cheeks. Thankfully she had her toilet, and she limped over to the opened door and turned on the light. But as she did that, she had to hold back the impulse to turn it off again as fast.
In front of her stood a horrible ghost.
There was no other word that would fit the creature that was staring right back at her. The hair was in a light blonde color, almost white and thin, where it hung in tangled tassels over the shoulders. The slender figure of the ghost was slightly bent forward and the pain was visible in her haunted face. The thin t-shirt was ripped and would only be fit to throw in the waste bin as it hung half of one of the ghost shoulders. Underneath the broken fabric, she could see spots of pale skin that now were marbled with purple and blue bruises.
The ghost skin was pale like alabaster due to lack of sun over several years, and now it was adorned with angry reddish bruises and along the waist, a red spot had begun to spread at an angle. But the worst thing about the horrible creature was its eyes. The amber eyes were lifeless and glossy with large tears falling down the pale cheeks and they were stared right back at her. Accusatory, judgmental and cold, like they told her it was all her fault that she was like this. It was all her fault that her father abused her; she could not fight back. Why would she? For herself? No, she was better off dead; if she had been strong enough, she surely would have taken her own life. But she could not; there was something she never could do. She had tried but not be able to complete the action.
She stared at the ghost that was a shell of the one who once had stood there before as a proud young woman of 15 summers. She still remembered her name, Katja, and she uses to have so much life in her and laughter. But it had been some times her father had looked at her and called her that, nowadays he could not stand the mere presence of her.
Katje sighted as she slowly began to take off her sweater to inspected her torso. Bruises old and new not only adorned her front but the back as well. She grimaced again of the persistent pain as she slowly started to massage a softening ointment on the discolored skin.
After what felt like an eternity, but it was only 20 minutes, she had taken care of all the bruises. She went into her bedroom and lay down on the hard bed and breathed out. The fatigue tightened on her senses and her head was spinning even though she kept her eyes closed and was lying completely still as it always did when her emotions were all over the place.
Katja cast a quick look at her alarm clock, which only showed 8 pm but it didn't matter; her whole being was beaten and she could sleep for a day if she could. Tomorrow was Saturday and no school and with the amount of alcohol her father had poured into him, he was probably going to sleep for a while. Thank god for that! She breathed out and sunken deeper down in her bed as she hugged her pillow tighter to her face as she slowly let the sleep stealing her consciousness and prayed for a dreamless night.
WHRAAA...BOOM...
The walls shook violent all around the house, the glass on the windows rattling with the outside force that hit them. Katja woke up with a jerk, causing her to bend forward in the sudden pain that shot through her stiff body at the movement. "Fuck," she gasps in pain as the motion was a remainder to her body that she was not alright. She hid her head in her pillow as she felt the shakes all around her ebbed only leaving a stubborn ringing sound in her ears.
"what the hell was that?" she exhaled as the edge of her pain subdue, and she got up too looked out of the dark window, but saw nothing. Suddenly, nature shone up on the outside on its own in a mighty bang and seconds later the rain fell hard and stunned to the window. Katja held an arm hard pressed around her waist. The thunder roared once again over them and the wind ripped through the trees as it veered around the house.
Katja held her breath for a second as she peered out into the thick darkness that was occasionally lit up by flashes that shook the walls yet again. She couldn't hear her father's voice or movements in the house so he was probably still entirely out of it. He would probably not even wake up if the house caught fire and burned down. She looked at the time that showed 2 am, and yet if he wakens up at this hour, he would fall asleep again with no care in the world. He had never been a night person.
She exhaled again and went to her drawers and took out the pain-relieving tablets that she hid in there. She pressed two pieces and swallowed them without any water and could literary feel the pills in her thought slowly falling, and she didn't care.
The storm was now all around them, and with the rain and thunder, she would not get any more sleep now. She grimaced when she could hear faint sounds from the barn as the animals sounded scared and if she heard it from this distance, they were terrified of something.
She went to the window and pushed it open and tried to listen intently only to the sound of the animals; she really hoped that she heard wrong. But of course, was the world still against her as she could listen to them and she closed the window before putting on the first best-hooded sweater she found lying around. Slowly, she started to sneak out of the house and drew on only a raincoat that was hanging in one of the cabins before she was venturing into the raging storm.
The barn was probably 20 meters in from the main house, and she held her cloak close to her while she tried to move as fast as she could. The closer she came, the louder the sound of their fear became and with already stiffed fingers she opened the small door and was not ready on the wind caught that it would undo and lost its grip on it, the door slammed into the wall with a loud bang and Katja swore loudly as she took a harder hold on it and slammed it behind her again. She put on the new harp so that it would not fly up accidentally.
Soon she was inside the barn's safe walls and could successfully close out the raging storm that probably would get worse. She could hear how the animals walked around in their boxes anxiously. Her eyes landed on the massive cargo door that usually was only open on the day, but they always often closed it…. and it was her responsibility. And she had completely forgotten to do them this evening... for apparent reason.
Katja ran back to the large metal door and started to pull on it sideways as the rain and hard wind hit her face. She pulled harder and finally got the door in motion, and soon the storm's loud sounds were closed out completely. She breathed in a hard and leaned her head against the vast and cold metal as she felt the vibration in its surface from the force of mother nature.
Seconds ticked by, and she started to recover from the internal pain one moment overtook her. But thanks for the pain medicine still in her system, it ebbed out and let her arms fall beside her once again. She turned around with the mission to get back to her warm bead and sleep for at least a hundred years or so. But stopped when she saw something that obviously was not supposed to be there, and when it suddenly started to moved she throw herself back at the metal door with a loud, startled scream as she stared up at it as she grabbed the first thing her hand landed on
She raised the pitchfork in front of her in a small attempt to create some security but a movement of his weapon swiftly went to take away the little bit of safety she had claimed. That was a freaking sword the robot swung around with and Katja stared down at the split handle and she quickly released the remaining pieces and held her hands up in the air with a yelp.
"Please don't kill me," she squealed and closed her eyes because if it were one of the bad ones, he would likely kill her anyway. It was like Mission city all over again. But the fatal motion never came and she dared to look at the intruder. The storm damped a lot of noise he was making but she could hear squeaking sound coming from the black intruder as he tried to hold his sword steady in front of him in a protective motion.
Katja swallow hard as she dared to lift her gaze to meet his….blue stare? …. not red…. so was he one of the good ones?. None of them made an attempt to move and only stared at each other, his eyes...or was it optics flickered and she could see sparks fly from various parts of his body.
She swallowed hard and slowly lowered her arms. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said in a calm voice as she internal snorted at that thought. Perhaps she should be proud that a huge kick-ass robot saw her as a threat, as she ever could hurt a freaking enormous robot! Even if he was damaged. She heard a faint moan and the metallic sound of the sword against metal when he couldn't hold his arm up anymore. In a closer look, she could see that he wasn't holding the sword; it was strapped on his underarm.
"H-hey ... are ... you... okay? " she asked in a low voice but got no answer as his eyes had gone out entirely now but the sound from his body continued with strange hiccup noises.
Katja felt her feet give out on her, and she collapsed on the littered ground. She stared down at her hands that were shaking and she tried to calm down her breath that was coming out hard, causing pain to blossom in her chest. It felt as if her head was separated from the rest of her body and a frantic sensation swept over her.
What the hell just happened? Why was there a freaking Cybertronian in her barn? What was he doing here? She grabbed hold of her damp hair and leaned slightly forward and tried to get her breathing under control as she was breathing to fast.
Should she tell her dad? No, that was out of the question. Her whole body shook and she could not be still as she started to sway forward gently and then back again. The tingling sensation spread across her arms and down her throat and chest as she tried to calm her breathing. She needed to get oxygen in her lungs and she knew that she had a panic attack.
Breath in…..and out….. count in a square. She chanted in her mind as she slowly started to calm down.
The humming sounds of the intrude were irregular and she could now also see turquoise liquid flowing down between the black plates.
Katja slowly stood up and on shaking legs as she had calmed down and she slowly started to walk to the fainted robot. The sound of clogged fans that hooked up on itself hit her as soon as she was beside it, together with low swishy noise. He did not notice her presence and was out of it. She swallowed hard and gently placed a hand on the nearest body part, which was one colossal leg, the metal under her hands was cold and wet from the rain. She looked down at her hand that was covered in soot, had he been in a fire or maybe a fight? But in that case, they should have heard more sounds. Could it be that he has just arrived?
But what could she do? If her conclusions were right, this was an Autobot. One of the good robots that fought to protect humanity. Oh fuck, she stared down at her hand as the information hit her straight in the face.
There were a damn Autobots in her barn!
Katja stared up at the robot's face and tried to see if there was any light in them but saw nothing; the Autobot was completely knocked out. She stared at it for a moment before deciding. Quickly, she pulled together most of the blankets she had for the animals and began to spread them gently over him. All the while, she was vigilant on the slightest movement that could alert her if he was awake.
When she had laid out all the blankets she could find, she noticed that some turquoise liquid was beginning to stain one of them. Meaning he leaked somewhere.
"Oh come one!" she sighed and pulled her fingers through her hair; she didn't need more tasks to do. What could she of all people do?. She was the most non-technical person in the whole school. No, scratch that, the entire community
She was proud of herself that she even how to use an ordinary computer mouse and search for the computer. But after that, all her knowledge of everything technological stopped, and even her phone was an old faithful Nokia 3310, a brick compared to today's advanced smartphones. Then what on this holy planet was she going to do with a super advance transforming robot? She chewed on her lower lip and looked around her. There had to be something she could use to stop the leak.
Think, think Katja. Her eyes suddenly fell on the silvery tape. Nooo, surely she could not use that, right?. But then again what else could she use?. She looked back at the ever so growing part of the turquoise liquid that was spreading on the blanket. If she did nothing, he would die anyway, so why not make the most use of it?
She picked up the silver tape and a pair of larger gloves they used when working. It was a strenuous work of first find all the leaks, and then get her smaller hands around the slippery cables while the liquor steady pulsed out. It was strange how warm it was, and the smell of it was sweet. The only problem was that there were so many of them. But after a while, she could not find any more obvious leaks and stepped back and used her semi-clear sleeve to wipe off the sweat and soot from her face. That took longer than she had thought. She tried to get rid of the liquor that had fallen on some part of her skin, and there was no way of telling if it was poisonous to someone like her or not.
After looking over the robot one last time, she felt how the fatigue began to be to mush for her sore body. Outside the barn, she could hear that the storm had subsided and she really couldn't even think the thought of getting back to the house and up the massive stairs. She swayed slightly on the spot as she felt a new wave of tiredness come over her all at the same time. And this time, without even having a chance to decide what to do, she collapsed in the hay pile as sleep overtook her whole mind.
A/N:
Hello folks, hope you liked it so far! This is going to be a miniseries with 4 or 5 chapters and they are all written already so expect an update soon.