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Chapter Nine- Save Me, Bee: Tell Me Carter:
My breath hitched and I quickly answered. I turned away from Bee and walked across the hallway. "What."
"Carter, my sweet little bitch, mind come seeing daddy?" He purred deviously, venom flaming out of his voice and I turned. I saw Bee with worry in his eyes. Did he see who called?
"No."
"What did you just say?" His mild evil voice gave in and changed into furey, anger.
I smirked bravely. "Didn't you hear what I just said? No. N-o. No."
"You son of a bit-"
"Yeah, I'm a bitch, is that the best you could call me?" I chuckled humorlessly as I saw Bee smile, obviously thinking I was talking to a friend and saying a joke. He thought wrong.
"When I get ahold of you!" He was practically screaming like a little girl.
"Oh yeah? Then come get me!"
He didn't respond and I scoffed. "When you get home-"
"When I get home? When. I. Get. Home? Nicko, I ain't going home anytime soon," I sneered but whispered 'Nicko' since Bee might hear me and worry.
"I know you're at the Witwicky's house, and I sure hope they have a good lawyer to get sued for kidnapping," he warned as my eyes widened. "Pick one Carter, them or you."
"...I'll be home in a minute," I whispered, tears blurring my eyes. He knew my weaknesses to well. My friends.
I should've known better.
"Very good..." He replied, shutting off the line. I shut the phone off and slipped it into my front pocket before I stood there, frozen, then Bee suddenly shook my shoulder.
"Carts?" He whispered, turning me around and looking at me straight in the golden brown irises.
"I- I have to..." I stuttered, to upset and lost of words. Especially to sweet Bee.
"You have to what Carts?" He was already panicking and was shaking me from his hands on my shoulder.
"I have to go..." I muttered, getting out of his grasp and walking towards the stairs. I was about to take a step down until he grabbed my wrist, resulting me to turn around. His face was right in front of mine and I could feel his breath fanning around my face. "Bee, please? Just let me go."
"No, tell me, where are you going first," He nearly growled, his jaw clenching. While I was already looking really weary.
"Bee, I just have too...go..." I managed to slip out of his grasp but tripping ever so slightly on the first step. I screamed, hoping to fall down the flight of stairs but was caught by a pair of arms. "Bee..."
"Carts, if you don't tell me where your going, I'm gonna..." He trailed off, smirking at me. I sighed frustratedly.
"What Bee? Your gonna do what?" I was already annoyed by his childish attitude. He still had me bridal style in his arms and he brought me into the Witwicky's guest room, locking the door behind him. He plopped me on the bed before going to the door.
"Now, tell me where you're going to go?" He gaurded the door, crossing his arms. I scoffed, pulling on my hair.
"Bee-e-e!" I whined, as he came over to me. I fell back on the bed as he climbed on top of me. "Seriously, just let me go Bee."
"No, not until you tell me," He was supporting himself with his hands on either side of my head.
"Bee, stop making a sexual scene and let me go," I sighed, punching him in the stomach.
He staggered back and off of me before I got up, running to the door and unlocking it quickly. I ran downstairs. I'm surprised I didn't trip! I quickly told the Witwicky parents I had to head home before running outside. I ran across the sidewalk until I heard a speeding car beside me.
A black and yellow Camaro.
Oh joy.
"I don't think so Carts!" I saw Bee quickly park on the side before his holoform came running out and tackling me onto a neighbors yard.
"Bee get off!" I rolled on top of him, pinning his wrist down, slightly straddling him.
"Okay, okay, only...if..." He flipped us around with him, once again on top, pinning my wrists down on the grass. "What the frag is going on?"
"What the hell Bee! Motherfucker, what is your problem?" I yelled harshly while struggling against his grasp. One of his legs were on both my thighs, making me unable to kick him in the crotch (hehe, it was the easiest combat if I got loose) while his other leg was on the ground.
"Please, just tell me Carts," He sincerely pleaded but caught sight of my phone slipping out of my pocket which I put back before Bee's harassments.
He grabbed the phone and checked my call log. His eyebrows narrowed, his jaw clenched while his baby blue turned into a dark, midnight blue before quickly pressuring me on the wrist with a finger.
"Wait, Bee what are you..." I felt my circulation stop a little and me go into a droopy format. I was a bit weak so, Bee just picked me up again, putting my phone into his pocket. "Bee...let..me, go...the Witwickys...getting sued..kidnapping...Nicko.." I breathed out tiredly each word and he set me in the passenger's seat.
The seat fell back and the seatbelt wrapped around me. The windows tinted as Bee's holoform fizzled out and the car started, turning back to Sam's house. Bee stopped and transformed into his robot forrm. He had me laying down on his palm and he set me down on the Witwicky's lounge chair at the porch. He chirped and whirred as I sighed.
"Bumblebee!" I cocked my head to the side over Bee's shoulder and saw Optimus gesturing him to hide.
He hid under the porch roof with me. I heard Mr. and Mrs. Witwickys voice upstairs. I'm guessing they're hiding from Sam's parents. On the other side of me was Optimus standing, very agenty, walled to the house. Bee whirred and looked up in wonder when a latern hit his head. I chuckled at him, he looked so cute! He smiled sheepishly at me as I bit my lip from complimenting about his adorableness. I was getting my vision and strength back when I saw Sam come down the stairs with Mikaela and I stood up, when Bee got out of the alarmed hiding. I opened the door and he and Mikaela looked at me.
"Carts? Where were you?" Mikaela asked, panicking a little.
"Yeah! One second you were beside me in my room and then you like, vanished," Sam concluded while I shrugged.
"So, did you find the glasses?" I was looking around him for the ancient item but had this sudden feeling. I froze and my vision blurred only, showing Sam's bag. I gasped before staggering back.
"Carts?" I saw Mikaela and Sam supporting me from falling.
"What's wrong?" Sam had wide eyes at me. I got out of their grasp before running into their dining room. I saw the bag in my "vision"? I opened the bag up and there it was.
The glasses.
"H-how?" Sam stuttered, obviously not knowing what the hell happened. Mikaela just looked surprised.
"I...don't know but, just get the glasses to Opt-" I started to say until I crashed into someone's chest again. But this one has a rouch texture of the clothing to it. I groaned, rubbing my nose and saw a man in black, slightly graying hair. "Uh...do I know you?"
"Well now you do, I'm from Sector Seven," He explained, showing me a really fake badge while I just gave him a blank stare.
"Never heard of it," I plainly answered and saw Mr. Witwicky come over to the commotion while Mrs. Witwicky just had a bat, yelling at the men who were bombarding the poor plants outside.
"Well now, you also do Ms...?"
"Santorri."
"Well then, now you know about Sector Seven, Ms. Santorri. The name's Agent Simmons," He rephrased formally while I bit my lip. I snorted, by him only saying his last name. He glared at while I gave him a more deadly stare.
What am I going to do about Nicko? I just was a bit jumpy, knowing when Nicko would strike. When though?
"They better get their hands out of my plants or else I will beat the crap out of them!" Mrs. Witwicky growled more mencingly at each word, confronting the guys in black.
"Have you been experiencing some difficult, abnormal symptoms lately?" Simmons asked, pointing a flashlight to her eyes. I would've been laughing my ass off by that if this man and situation wasn't so crucial right now.
"Hey, you don't have to act so rude to her," I sneered at Simmons who just stared at me in disbelief.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Well, I bet since you're here in Chicago, I bet you know who I am!" I exclaimed as I snapped my fingers in a 'oh no, you didn't!' fashion. He sighed when one of his men gave him a suitcase full of three papers. I saw Sam's face, Mikaela's, and mine's on each of them. He grabbed mine and sighed, looking at it intently.
"Cartrelle Anabella Santorri, also known as Carter Santorri. The daughter of the captain of the top firestation here in Chicago. Your were born on December 16, 1994 in Helena, Montana. You're in the 11th grade, 17 years old, and is currently a scholars student for each of your classes in high school. Your parents moved here in Chicago when you were say, 3 years old? You work in the library during breaks and play guitar, piano, and the flute. Along with that, you sing. Your mother died of a murder when you were 5 years old, and currently lives with Nicko Santorri, your father," He explained to me before turning to Sam and Mikaela who just looked sympathically at me. Sam's parents just looked surprised at me. I couldn't even think of a retort but opening up my mouth to say a raw sentence.
"What the-"
"Cut it off Santorri," Simmons interrupted and did a slicing motion to his neck.
I stood there, dumbstruck. Not because of the stuff he said to me but, the fact he brought my mother back into this. I cried out slowly before running into the living room. I fell to my knees, crying into my hands.
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," I whispered through my cries. I slid down more, my butt falling between my calfs, kneeling indian style a little.
Suddenly, I heard cries and screaming. My head whipped up and I quicly stood up, staggering to the kitchen where the commotion was coming from. I gasped when I saw that Simmons and his buddies grabbed the Witwicky's towing them out of the house. Suddenly, I felt hands wrap around me, clutching them together behind me.
"Sector Seven authorities," The person who man handeled me said as I started thrashing and screaming.
"Let me go! Now! I swear, my friend will rip your guts out!" I shrieked, kicking as the man carried me out of the house. I saw there were rows of black vans and cars parked outside. A movement caught my eye and I turned. I saw something in the shadow of the Witwicky's bushes. It was a man. It was...
Nicko?
What the hell is he doing here? I panted heavily when I saw him smile, running away from the house to the oppisite direction. The man threw me into a small car which had Mikaela and Sam in it. I had cuffs vined around my wrists before the man brought me into the car like a like an overgrown beast so I couldn't move at all.
"You okay?" Mikaela whispered to me while I nodded.
"Carts, what's wrong you seem spaced out," Sam scowled at me, waiting for an explanation.
I was never really the type to.."open up" as they call it. I usually keep raw, bitter things to myself. I can only trust people so much at a time, knowing some of them let you down once you trust them but Sam and Mikaela shown me I could trust people other than myself and the Witwicky's of course.
I glanced up at both of them, knowing it's time to tell the truth. "Guys, there's something I've been hiding..."
"What?" Sam asked, upset that I didn't tell him this deep secret anytime sooner since I was known as his best friend.
"My dad..." I started to have tears running down my face but was able to gasp out the first part to them.
"Your dad, what?" Mikaela raised her eyebrows, staring at me a bit concerned.
"My..." I couldn't seem to get it out of my system so Sam started to overreact.
"My dad what Carts! Spit it ou-" Sam yelled but Simmons turned around before I could respond something hastey.
"So, LadiesMan2197 eBay account?" Simmons asked Sam, as Mikaela scowled. Nice one Sam.
"Y-yeah but it was typo and all," Sam shrugged, looking around while I snickered. A bit to loud for Simmons own good.
"Hey, quiet back there!" Simmons warned, looking at each and evey one of us. We shut up as I sniffed the past tears away. "So, what do you three know about aliens?"
"Uhh..like E.T?" Sam joked, forcing a laugh out but I just didn't want to talk at all.
"Psshh, urban legend," I heard Mikaela laugh nervously while Simmons just stared at them blankly.
"You two know that's not what I meant," Simmons pointed out and then glared at me.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'? I need answers. Now." He commanded as I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, why are you asking me?" I bridged my eyebrows in disbelief and a bit aggravated by Simmons.
"I can ask you anything missy, because..." He replied, pulling out a badge and intorducing it to me,"...I have this: a do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge."
"Oh, the cheap ass badge that may have came from a gas station selling toys?" I smirked as Mikaela and Sam snickered.
"I wouldn't be laughing, especially with your daddy's parol coming up," Simmons glared at Mikaela and something snapped at me.
"W-what, parole?" Sam stuttered while I just tried to hold myseld back from punching Simmons at the face.
"Well, you know those cars me and my dad used to fix? Well, sometimes he couldn't afford a babysitter so he took me along and sometimes those cars weren't really ours," Mikaela explained, sadness pouring from her tone.
"You stole cars?" Sam tried to believe while I just took Mikaela's hand. I leaned over to her ear.
"I don't blame you, at least your dad did it to protect and care for you," I comforted her and she smiled warmly at me.
"Yep, got a criminal girlfriend, got her own juvie record to prove it, criminals are hot," Simmons said through his teeth.
"Whatever, says the boy who gaurds the mall who still living with his momma," I smirked while the other two chuckled. Hell, even the driver smirked.
"Now, is not the time to laugh. Now, is the time to talk!" Simmons stated loudly and stiffly but I was to distracted with a giant shadow in front of the car.
I gave out a little scream when we crashed right into it. Metal rod fingers pierced through the window and grabbed ahold of the roof, picking us off the ground. It rocked us back and forth, (with Simmons and his driver screaming and saying 'oh god') until the roof snapped right off with us falling heavily back onto the road. I looked up and saw a familiar blue and red color.
Optimus.
"Taking the children was a bad idea," Optimus sneered at Simmons and his chauffer. I saw the other Autobots in their robot form emerger all around us. "Autobots, relieve all weapons."
I smirked when Jazz pulled out some sort of magnet, collecting all the guns, snipers, etc. from the Sector Seven dudes' hands.
"Hey guys, have ya' met my friend, Optimus Prime?" I sweetly said, looking at the cowarded men in black.
"Oh yeah, forgot to tell one little detail," Sam joked about him not telling them about Optimus. Me and Mikaela smirked innocently at Simmons with our smiles tugging on our lips to form.
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see me?"
"Uhh.. I am not authorized to talk to you unless it's me not telling to you to talk to me," Simmons said to Optimus while all three of us human teenagers, cocked our heads to the side at the same time and direction with a confused look slapped onto our faces.
"Get out of the car," Optimus growled, while me, Sam, and Mikaela hopped out with the two men stumbling out.
"Wait now, out of the ca-" Simmons tried to make sure but Optimus was already a bit pissed.
"NOW!" Optimus angrily commanded them and that got to them by getting out, light-speed.
Mikaela fumbled with our cuffs, unlocking me and Sam's. I saw Sam get a bit harsh at Mikaela, so, I came over and knee kicked him right in the crotch. He gasped, heaving and holding his crotch down.
"Never mess with my friends, and youu should know that," I towered over Sam while Mikaela patted me on the shoulder. We waited until Sam got his breathing correct and standing up (not before giving me a freaking voldemort glare) before turning to the commotion. I walked up to Simmons with Mikaela and Sam, then putting a hand on my hip and leaning to one side. "So, what exactly the hell is Sector Seven?"
"Hey, miss so-called-Chicago's-hero's-princess, I ask the questions here, not you!" He harshly replied, his hands still raised a little. "So, wouldn't you like to know?"
"How do you know about aliens?" Sam interjected with numerous questions. "Where'd you take my parents?"
"We're not at liberty and justice to explain that," While I walked up to Simmons, grabbing his badge. "Hey, that's a federal offense and I will slap you into jail."
"Do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge," I sang mockingly at his face, then turning to Bee. "Bee?"
He smirked, starting up his blaster while I threw the badge high in the air with Bee quickly and very calmly shot it into ashes. The others were laughing along with the protocols. I smirked, seeing Bee bend down to give me a high-five with his finger.
"Cheap-ass badge," Sam concluded, smiling at poor Simmons...oh well!
"Nice job," I heard him whisper before straightening up. I smiled, nodding my head. I turned my head for to Simmons, who was fuming, going to try getting to me to give me a punch.
"Why you bit- WHAT THE UGH!" I saw there was liquid going all over Simmons suit and I looked up to see Bee peeing on him. I couldn't contain my laughter as I fell onto the ground laughing like an insane chick along with Sam and Mikaela.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating on the man," Optimus said, with a bit of his voice shaking from the humor intesifying in his body. I wiped the tears under my eyes, standing up, clapping my hands for Bee quietly.
Bee shrugged looking at me. I winked, giving him thumbs up which he returned back with a more better and adorable version. I turned too see Mikaela and Simmons confronting eachother. I strolled over there and noticed Simmons wary.
"Off." Mikaela commanded stiffly while Sam came beside me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"What?" Simmons asked, horrified a little.
"Your clothes. All of them. Off."
I sputtered out a laugh, but shut it short while Simmons stripped down. Still, threatening us about federal offense and harassments. I noticed he had a white tank on that had 'S7' marked on the back with some 'Aloha, Hawaii' boxers.
"Wow, your boxers are looking quite sexy," I sarcastically but plainly said to Simmons, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Let's cuff them up," Sam glowered, clapping his hands then rubbing them together. I smirked while me and Sam cuffed all the agents together (like in preschools where they have this rope so you don't get lost). I saw Mikaela cuffing up Simmons, cross armed, on a lightpole while Simmon's cohort spoke up.
"This is such a felony of what you're doing here."
"Don't care," Sam just answered, going away from the chained up agents.
"Buh-bye!" I waved my hands at them with Mikaela and I sighed when I heard Simmons speak up.
"We'll hunt you down you hear?" Simmons threatened as I rolled my eyes.
"We'll hunt you down!" His cohort repeated after.
"No remorse!"
"No remorse!" His cohort once again repeated and I turned on my heel. Looking at the cohort with a 'really?' look.
"What the hell?" I asked, and he shrugged oblivously. I walked to Sam and Mikaela who were confused.
"We don't know what to do now," Sam explained but something snapped in my mind. I pulled out the pair of glasses from one of the sashes of my dress since I was able to quickly grab the glasses before the man-handling moment back at the house.
"Sam here are the-" i was cut short when I heard a distant noise.
"Optimus! Incoming!" Hide warned loudly before smashing his hand to the ground, shooting somethiing out.
I saw helicopters, cars, and vans all roll up near. I have a feeling S7 has a damn ass ugly plan.
Simmons is fucking going to lose two eyeballs and a head when I see him.
A/N: Whoo! I typed up that in an hour or so sinceI barely got time to write with New Year's up my butt and cooking many things to eat. Anywho, my friend asked me (who reads my story) how 'Nicko' is pronounced and I said "Nee-coe" not like "NICKel" it's like Rico with an 'N' in the beginning.
So yeah, just a fill in there ;) and I guess some ya'll thought I was gonna throw in abusement in this chapter but WRONG my lovelies. Just not yet...
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