A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the great reviews and advices you guys told me. I will sure use them for the story ;). Anywho, Here's chapter 3 my dear readers X).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers, only Carter, Nicko, and the plot. All belongs to Michael Bay. -_-"

Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving, make sure you ate a lot! ;)

WARNING: Mild abusment in a flashback ;[

Enjoy :3

Chapter Three- Save Me, Bee: Teardrops Of A Flashback:

"Sam, what do you mean 'party' ?" I said frustradedly, wiping off the tears on my face. He should know I wasn't the sort of, party type.

"A party! You know, down at the lake?" He exclaimed and I rubbed a hand on my forehead.

"Sam, we weren't invited and I don't feel like crashing a party right now," I sighed tiredly.

"But-"

"No, Sam I won't go and that's final." I pointed my nose up and I heard him sniffle. Here we go.

"But, Carts! I'm so lonely and sad without any friends!" He cried and I scoffed.

"FINE!" I said loudly and I heard a pause before he spoke up.

"Thanks! Love you!" He said as if nothing ever happened and I rolled my eyes.

"Love you too," I mumbled before slamming the phone back to it's reciever.

Great. Was I really that weak? For anyone? I sighed and went over to the stairs but, my clumsiness got ahold of me as my foot caught onto a floorboard. I screamed when I rolled down the stairs. Hitting mostly every part of my body. When I felt the floor hit me, I felt my eyelids droop down to unconsciousness.

I opened my eyes and I felt something sticky on my head. I reached up to touch it and I saw it was blood. I got up shakily and my head felt so heavy, I wanted to fall right down from it. I looked at the floor and saw that there was a small puddle of blood. I wiped it down with my shirt since I was going to wash up and change. I groaned and I went upstairs to wash off the blood. I stripped down into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. I started the faucet and I went into the tub before kneeling down indian style. I put my head under the faucet and the cold water hit my head like shards of glass. I shut my eyes tightly to stop the tears. Wow, never thought I'd end up bleeding from myself. I was sure a klutz. I have broken mostly every bone in my body the past 17 years. New record!

...

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," I chanted quietly as I patted my head dry from the wash. I combed slowly through my damp hair before pulling it up in a loose bun since I did not want any curling iron, hairdryer, or pin in it unless I want to scream the windows glasses break from the pain of my head. I loved to sing and I learned to make my voice a high soprano to actually make my sound waves enough to break glasses. That brought back the memory of my mom's guitar.

He broke it.

I still remember that day she died and that day would be etched in my brain forever...

It was a nice day and as usual my dad came home drunk. "Rylee!"

"Stay here okay sweetheart?" My mom said with tears in her eyes. I was crying while hugging her. It was the second day my dad became abusive and my mom would fight for me whenever.

"No mommy! Daddy will hurt you," I whimpered as my small five-year old body shook.

"But, I don't want him to hurt you..." She said reassuringly before leaving me in my room with me curled up in a ball on my bed. She shut my door and went downstairs to confront my dad.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T COOK DINNER?" I heard my dad scream and I heard a loud crash. I hugged my small teddy bear close.

"Beacause! Since you're always gone, you barely have time for your family and Carter had a singing recital today!" My mom fought back with a yell.

"You-"

"Don't you dare call me that," My mom growled and I heard her scream before a large thud.

"No..." I whispered as I had tears flowing down rapidly. I was shaking when I got off my bed to my door. I opened it gently and I heard my mom scream.

"What do you think of me now bitch?" I heard him call out to her. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran down hallway and stairs to find my mom on the living room floor all bruised and bloody. My dad didn't notice me when I grabbed the bat and hit him on the back of the head.

"Leave her alone!" I shrieked and he fell onto the floor rubbing the spot where I hit him. My mom cried in relief when she got to me before quickly guiding me up the stairs. We ran into my room, locking it and putting furniture to the door. We hid inside the closet and I heard footsteps near my door. I whimpered but my mom put a hand over my mouth.

"Open up you bitches!" My dad yelled from the door. My mom let go of my mouth to put her hands over my ears. All I felt was the furnitures toppling down on the floor and the door slamming open. It was all good until my foot accidentally twitched and hit the closet door. The door slid open and my dad pulled me out by my hair. "You think it's okay to hit daddy with a bat?"

"I don't care! You were hurting mommy," I said strongly and he smacked me across the face. I went rolling down the floor and he raised a gun to my face.

"No! Nicko please don't! Please!" My mom cried, standing up beside him pleading.

"Why? This cunt seems to like tearing us apart from our pleasuring nights!" My dad yelled as I was crying so loud. "Shut up!"

"You can't tell your own daughter to shut up." I growled, eventhough I was five, I was pretty strong and feisty. He turned red and he slowly pulled the trigger as I closed my eyes.

"NO!" My mom shrieked before pushing me out of the way of the bullet.

"No! Mom!" I screamed when the bullet hit her heart as she fell down to her knees. I ran to her in tears.

"Promise, me you'll stay strong, that you'll never give in to him. Stay brave my little popstar rebel and you'll suceed in anything. Keep my guitar to always remember me...Remember don't give in, 'till they give up..." She whispered as her eyes slowly closed. She slowly fell to the ground lifeless and dead.

"No, this can't be happening," I sobbed and my dad pulled me by the hair to drag me down the stairs. "You can't do this!"

"Oh yes I can bitch, I'm your only authority now. My house. My rule." He growled when he threw me down the stairs of the basement. I screamed when I hit the ground and he slammed the door shut. I heard a click and I'm guessing he locked it.

"Let me out!" I growled when I ran up the stairs and banged on the door with my fists.

I snapped out of my trance after that. I stayed there for a whole week and Nicko only came every once and a while to give me food like a corndog or beer. I scoffed at his total carelessness. I slept on the ground with a blanket, fighting off all sorts of bugs that came near me 5 days in a row but, when I got out, I asked where the fuck is my mother. He said that the blame was on one of my best friend's father when Nicko lied he was having "affairs" with her doing those late night shifts working her ass off while my lazy ass father sat around drunk. That, my best friend's dad tried to kill Nicko since my mom loved him but ended up "killing" my mother. So now, my best friend hates me like hell when it wasn't even my fault!

"Son of a motherfucking bitch..." I whispered quietly when I noticed it was almost time for Sam to pick me up for the "party". I changed out of the clothess Bee gave me and changed into a fitted beige long-sleeved, v-neck. I wore my worn out flare jeans with my new black converses. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and let my hair down. I took the headband off and combed through my long, wavy, brown hair that reached down to my waist. I brushed my teeth once again and put on my lipbalm. After, I looked at myself at a mirror, straight in the eye. "Don't give in, 'till they give up."

"CARTER!" I heard a bullhorn from outside. I grimaced before I walked out the bathroom and down the stairs.

"Great..." I mumbled before opening up the door, expecting to see Sam but instead went face to face with his other "best" friend Miles. "Where the fuck is Sam?"

"Nice to see you too Carter," Miles replied back sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, leaning on one hip. "Nice car though"

I looked over hkis shoulder to where he was looking and it was my brand new Mustang. "Yeah, got it from a friend for an early birthday present gift."

"Isn't your birthday 3 months away?" He asked, obviously knowing it was September and my birthday was in December. I just shrugged and looked around.

"So, where is he?" I blankly said, pushing him out of the way and going down the porch. Miles shut the front door and ran beside me.

"He's over there in his new car," He said obviously noticing my cocked eyebrow and confused look. I looked at Miles with a regretful face.

"I'm sorry Miles, I'm just a bit stressed out. Please don't think of me as a bitch today," I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Oh and, it's our new car"

"Wow two cars in the same week? Damn!"

"Yeah, just please don't bug me to much about it."

"No worries, baby-"

"Don't push it," I laughed with sarcasm, putting a hand up to his face and looking away.

"Hehe, right..." Miles pointed out as I walked over to the yellow Camaro with music blasting out of it.

"You get the best of both worlds!" I looked into the passengers window with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. I saw Sam, singing to Hannah Montana's theme song. "Mix it all togeth-"

He stopped as soon he saw me and Miles looking at him with our jaws going down.

"Sam? You okay?" I asked as if he was drunk and driving.

"I was about to ask the same thing!" Miles exclaimed as his voice got a pitch higher. Th car shook and lurched as if it laughed.

"Uh...uh..." Sam muttered before he turned the radio off and he cleared his voice. "Well, get in we don't want to miss-"

"-or crash," I interjected as me and Miles got into to the car. I got into the back while Miles got into the passengers seat.

"The party," Sam finished off with a sigh as he started the car, driving off.

We were soon at the lake and I got out of the car. Miles and Sam went over to a tree and I ust went near the lake, sitting down on the nice grass to relax.

"Mi'lady," I heard a familiar voice from behind me. My head whipped around and I came face to face with electric baby blue eyes.

"Bee? What, are you doing here?" I asked as he sat down beside me.

"Just, enjoying the weather," He simply said and I just pursed my lips as I nodded. "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yea..just not that happy with the rain in..a couple days..." I said awkwardly, obviously not knowing what to talk about right now.

"So, you're worrying about the weather in a week or so, that the forecast said was just about 30 minutes of shower?" He explained to me with humor. I raised my eyebrows and scoffed.

"I guess so," I smiled at him and I got lost in his electric blue eyes again. He was soon leaning in. I leaned in but, I knew I wasn't ready for this yet. I cleared my throat and looked away. He pulled back looking upset.

"I'm sorry," Bee said sadly and I bit my lip.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm just not ready...please forgive me," I whispered as I got up and walked to Sam without turning around. When I got Sam, I pivoted my head a little and saw Bee wasn't there anymore. I sighed and put my hair behind my ear.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" Sam asked concerned. I looked up and I saw Miles upside down on a branch, nodding his red face.

"Just a guy..." I mumbled, hoping they wouldn't hear it but, my theory was wrong.

"Whoa, whoa, guy? How come you never told me about this?" Sam exclaimed, putting his hands to his hips.

"God, shut up Sam! You sound like a father!" I said annoyingly and his expression softened.

"Okay, so what guy-"

"Yo!" I heard a deep voice yell from behind me. I turned and saw Trent. Ew.

"What do you want Trent?" I asked him, crossing my arms and giving him a nasty glare.

"Nothing, nothing! Just, you." He flirted and my hand went flying across his face.

"Watch your words asshole or else you won't be able to reproduce when you grow up!" I growled, pushing him our of the way and heading towards the car.

"H-hey! Where you going?" Trent called out, holding his cheek with his hand.

"Away from you." I replied, my hands in fists trying to hold in my anger.

"C-Carter!" I heard Sam scream and I turned around to see Trent cornering him into the tree. Great, what did Sam do this time?

"Yo, Trent!" I yelled when I walked back over. His head whipped around and he smirked.

"Ahh! I'm scared of the little 5'6 tall teenager! Help me!" He exasperated fakely in a girly voice. I pulled my fist back and just in time, one of my good friends, Mikaela Banes, went in between us. She pushed Trent back and smiled at me.

"Okay, enough Trent, let's go." She said, dragging him down to his oh-so-fabulous car. I smiled deviously before turning on my heel and flipping him off over my shoulder.

"You okay Sam?" I asked but he was to busy drooling over Mikaela. He was staring at her, maybe her ass, but, yeah, Sam has a major crush on Mikaela.

"Miles?" I saw him jump down from the tree and he just shrugged. Me, Sam, and Miles went over to the car. I got into the backseat once again and frowned when Miles went in throught the window of the passenger's seat. "Miles, you do know there is thing that was invented millions of years ago, you know what it's called?"

"What?"

"A door!" I yelled and the car's radio turned on to a song, "Who's Gonna Drive You Home?" I guess.

"I'm going to drive her home," I heard Sam mumble and I looked out the windshield to find Mikaela walking off. Hmm..Trent.

"Hah!" I laughed at Miles, pointing a finger at him. He glared at me and look at Sam incrediously.

"Dude, just let her hitch-hike!" Miles said carelessly as I saw the door suddenly magically open for him. Apparently, he didn't notice and I giggled.

"What? Miles, she lives 10 miles from here!" Sam reasoned and I just couldn't take it anymore.

"HEY!" I screamed and the two bickering boys shut up. "Miles, get out. Sam, get Mikaela in here."

"What!" Miles whined and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes. Carter."

"Haha!" Sam laughed childishly at him, sticking his tongue out. I bursted out laughing but, put on my "mommy face" as they call it. Miles quickly staggered out of the car and he shut the door, standing outside lamely.

"Sam, you better get your rear in gear to Mikaela or I'll have Miles come back in!" I said from the window and I felt the seatbelt tighten on me. I looked down confused as I scratched the back of my head. Awkward...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He said happily, getting in the car and driving off to Mikaela. I waved bye at Miles and he just growled. "Mikaela! I was wondering if I could ride you home! I mean, give you a ride home!"

From there, I just bursted out giggles. I knew Sam and me just made a new friend.

A/N: I am so sorry about the lameness a little. I was just heartbrokened by the boy I loved and now, I got a case of writer's block |3 but, I still have my readers there for me. Also, happy holidays! With that, would you guys like me to make a one-shot for the Autobots first Christmas?

Reviews are greatly appreciated. (I need beta, anyone interested?) :)