Chapter 4

Mikaela awoke to the sound of a door slamming and people talking downstairs. She glanced at the clock which read 11:00 and did a double take just to make sure.

"I slept for seven hours?!" she said out loud to herself. Shaking her head to wake herself up more she climbed off of her bed and decided to listen into her father and Victoria's conversation (she knew it was them who came into the house) to see if it was safe enough to come downstairs. Walking out of her room she stopped at the top of the stairs and listened silently.

"Where the hell is that girl?! I told her to make food for us and she obviously didn't! When I see her I'm going to make her wish she was never born!" her father started walking to the front of the house where the stairs were and began yelling to the second level of the house hoping Mikaela was listening . "Do you hear that?! I'm going to wish you were never…" he stopped as he saw Mikaela at the top of the stairs, obviously listening in to his and Victoria's private conversation. It took him about two seconds before he starting charging up the stairs and Mikaela decided it was time to run back to her room and try to keep him out. Unfortunately, she was not fast enough and her father grabbed her hair and dragged her down the stairs.

"You good for nothing piece of shit! I'm tired of having to clean up all of your messes! I told you to make me dinner and you DIDN'T! You don't know how much trouble you're in!" he threw her into the kitchen and began kicking her while still screaming. "You're such a fuck-up! I can't believe you even have a boyfriend! Obviously that kid has no taste in girls." The kicking went on for a few minutes when Dave thought of something he never thought to do before. He picked Mikaela back up by her hair and to the front door. He opened the door and (literally) kicked her out of the house.

"If you ever come back, I swear you're going to die. I'll kill you girl!" he laughed and then slammed the door shut and Mikaela heard the door lock. Tears streaming down her face, Mikaela ran away from the only father she ever knew in her life. The one person who made her life a living hell and tortured her everyday, but she was still crying. Crying because she could never come back ever again. Crying because she had no idea what she could do or where she could go.

"Sam." She remembered. "Of course I'll go to him. If he speaks to me."

*Earlier that day*

Sam had just finished eating dinner with his parents and he was in his room staring at the ceiling. He thought about the fight he had with Mikaela today and how stupid it was. He was so protective over her though and he just wanted her to be happy. He was pretty sure he loved her. Sam finally decided that he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see her and apologize, he wanted to call her now and ease their relationship. Grabbing his phone he flipped it open and typed the number in by heart. He listened as her phone went straight to voicemail. He decided to leave her a message but he was discouraged that she wasn't answering her phone. He rolled off of his bed and trudged downstairs. He couldn't talk to Mikaela right now so second best would have to be Bee.

Making his way outside and into the garage he saw the yellow car that he loved like a brother. Just like his and Mikaela's relationship, his relationship with Bee had grown over the past weeks as well. Bee flashed his lights in greeting and drove outside to transform into his usual self.

"Hey Bee." Sam said. Bee danced around and belted out "Hey Ya" as his choice of song to greet his best friend.

"Bee seriously. You need to have a better choice in songs. I mean "Hey Ya"? What kind of shit is that?" Sam joked. Bee flicked Sam with his giant hand and Sam went flying. Fortunately, Bee's other hand was just across the yard waiting to catch him. Sam gasped slightly, but he knew this was just Bee's way of joking around.

"So Bee, do you want to go for a ride or something? I don't have anything to do tonight and I'm bored." Sam whined. He always sounded like a child when he was bored. Of course, Bee agreed right away and transformed back into the yellow Camero before popping his front door open and an invitation for Sam. The two friends drove away laughing and joking around like brothers.

It was a few hours before the two returned home, Sam exhausted and ready for bed. It was around eleven and his early school schedule made him want to go to bed early, even on weekends. He said goodnight to Bee and made his way back up to his room, and went to bed.