2011
The situations remains unstable. All citizens are ordered to evacuate downtown area immediately, Chicago is under attack!
The pentagon just declared national emergency.
A blast of blue light just shot up from the top of a tower downtown.
Chicago has been left completely devastated but the lesson we learned must never be forgotten.
It appears that the battle has ended but the war is far from over.
The world remains on high alert, the threat of the transformer lingers on.
Stay alert.
Be vigilant.
Keep earth human.
If you see something, say something.
Xxxxxxxxxx
Chapter one: Friends
I bobbed my head and hummed along to the music.
"With the lights out, its less dangerous! Here we are now, entertain us!" I shouted and glanced at my little brother that sat on the passenger seat, who was glaring and judging me. I winked and smiled at my thirteen-year-old sibling as he only rolled his eyes at me.
He can't help how cool his twenty-nine-year-old sister is.
"Who sings that song?" He asks, lowering down the volume. I gasped at him, "You did not just say that to me?" I pretended to be offended, even though I am actually offended. My prepubescent of a brother waited for my response.
"Nirvana, Danny." I finally answered.
Daniel smiled mischievously and said, "Cool, let's keep it that way." I gaped at him and smacked the top of his hair.
I just picked up my brother from school and headed back home where our mom was waiting for us. We drove through the incorporated roads that lead us home with all of our windows down letting the wind blow our hairs at every direction. It's May, which means warmer weather is here; longer days, short nights, and more extra shifts for me to pick up now that summer vacation is around the corner.
We leave a trail of dust behind us as I drive fast, feeling the roar of the engine course through our veins. We love driving fast in my old beat-up mustang. I sometimes let my brother drive my car once we are closer to home. Just don't tell mom, otherwise she'll whoop our asses. Living in rural industrial areas, no one cares if a thirteen-year-old is driving beat up cars, seeing lose animals dashing across the streets or someone shooting fireworks late at night.
Ever since we moved from the suburbs and found this house that is very farm like style, we were able to move more freely. We don't have the government pounding at our doors or checking our cars for Transformers. Harboring one is illegal and automatic exile which is ridiculous if you ask me. For one, how can one hide a transformer in their property? Two, someone in our household can't keep a secret and another one that likes to abide the law.
Guess who is the rebel child in the household? I'll let y'all decide.
We see our home from the distance. I stopped in front of the fence so Danny can open the gate. The moment he hops out, our dogs start barking wildly and happily at the sight of him, running towards him. Daniel opens the gate, I pulled in, leaving him behind. Finally turning off my car I got out and walked towards the main door of our home. I saw our hen sitting on our bench watching us.
"Hey, Rita." I greeted the hen like if it were a person. She only clucked at me.
Opening the door, I was greeted with the smell of homemade flour tortillas. My mouth watered just by the smell of it- bringing back memories of my childhood. Daniel made his way inside, walked towards the kitchen where our mom was.
My brother dropped his school bag on the kitchen chair and hugged our mom while I leaned by the refrigerator watching them. Daniel nearly towered over us but when he hugs mom, he is a little kid once again.
I sometimes wonder if dad was alive, would Danny have a close relationship with him? Mom is my best friend; I could tell her anything but when it came to my dad we would share awkward silences or conversations that turned into lessons. Is it a man thing? Or is it that daughters should be close to their mothers and sons with their fathers?
"I'm starving," Daniel told her. Mom slammed down a ball of flour and head over to the sink to wash her hands, "I made frijoles con queso (beans with cheese). I can fry you some eggs?"
"Sounds good to me."
"And me too." I added, grinning at my mom as she looked back at me chuckling and shaking her head.
Daniel took out drinks from the fridge then sat down while I helped mom with setting the dishes for us to eat. When I reached for the plates I couldn't help but to notice red bold letters stamped on a white envelope 'PAST DUE'. I put the plates down and reached for the letter and open it. It was the home mortgage.
We are behind payments; mortgage is one of them. I can feel my mom behind me, reading the letter with me. We owe over twenty grand, and with one income it is impossible to stay on track. I can feel mom stiffen next to me, worry in her eyes.
"I can get help, Lily." I shook my head at her. We already had this discussion before; she is in no condition to work. Her rheumatoid sometimes won't let her move around as much when it's flared up.
"I got this." I whispered back at her. I really don't got this, I don't know what else I can do to bring more income at home. Mom is already doing enough maintaining our home and attending our animals. When our farm animals overproduce we sell eggs and milk yet that is not enough to even cover electric or gas. I could try and take a loan, but I don't know how my credit is looking like. I had taken out loans in the past for this same reason and buried myself into more debt. I don't want to lose our home. Renting is out of the question too, we can't downsize.
"Liliana, escucha (listen). A friend has a job opening at the lavanderia (laundrymat) she could give it to me. May not be much but – "
"Mama, no." I looked at her in the eyes. She furrowed her brown eyes at me. Those same brown eyes I grew up watching, the crow feet forming at the corners, laugh lines around her lips and temple.
"I can work." Daniel butted in. I shoved the paper back into the enveloped and tossed it in the drawer where it can be out of sight and pretend that we don't owe anything.
"No,"
"But –"
"No, Daniel. You need to focus on school. I got this." I told him, grabbing the plates and placing them on the table. Mom grabbed eggs from the fridge, slamming it closed behind her.
"You're just like your father." She muttered. I was surprised, I don't know if I should take it as offense. It was not a compliment. Dad did have a temper and very old school; he had the final word. I sat down from across my brother, feeling a knot forming on my throat.
Mom doesn't understand what her condition consists of. If she works, she will tire herself out or she could get worse and if she does get worse that would mean more doctor visit and days off leading to get fired. My brother has school and I want him to focus on that, I want him to have a future that I never had. Mine was taken away almost thirteen years ago and I will do whatever it takes for him to have a better life than what we did.
Mom and I barely talk about dad. He died during the attack in Chicago. Daniel was only few months old, so he never bonded with our dad. He only knows him by pictures and stories. He does look awfully a lot like him; his smile, his eyes shaped like his, and his roughness. It's been us three since then, raising my little brother.
Mom and Danny talked away as I ate my food in silence. I don't know what to do. I already asked for extra shifts at the diner. I could look for morning jobs at a warehouse. It's the last place I want to be at but I heard that the pay is good. Danny knows that we are behind in payments but he doesn't know how bad it is. I want to give him a childhood that I had growing up; not worrying about thing and enjoy the time of his life. Trying to give him the sense of normalcy that I once had. I know that not everything is rainbow and butterflies.
Is that the saying? I don't know. I don't know anything nowadays.
After we were done eating, I left my family alone in the kitchen and headed upstairs to rest for a couple hours before I go to work. I let myself fall in bed and go on my phone, checking my timeline.
Everything is repetitive. Sightings of transformers, people selling parts for crazy amount even though they look fake. Ads from the government indicating us what to do if we see something. The ad did get my attention though, it's a new one too.
I don't know why the government is so pressed about these beings. They are even offering money if someone actually seen them. 50K for Optimus Prime, 25k for Bumblebee and 10k for all others. I examined the headshots of both Transformers.
Optimus Prime primary colors were standing out; red and blue with its blue lights shining through its eyes. I noticed bits of silver and grey, three antenna like rods on each side of his head. I get a sense of leadership from it. Bumblebee had a yellow helmet like with light blue lights shinning from its eyes, it did have some dents and scrapes here and there. For some reason he reminds me of my brother.
They are the reasons why dad is dead, and now they are being hunted down like animals. I closed out the ad and watched other videos until I started to feel sleepy. My eyes started to feel heavy and my phone fell off from my hand hitting the wooden floor with a loud thud. I closed my eyes and started to dream of my old home back in Illinois.
It was just my mom, dad and I living in a single-family home waiting for my baby brother arrival. I can still see my dad pulling up in the driveway in his red shinny pick-up truck, the back bed filled with yard debris. My mom in a hurry heating up dinner while I sat in the dining room doing my homework. Dad would come home around evening time, his clothes covered in stains his hands and fingernails covered with dirt, his eyes tired yet he was always down for anything. My dad was a landscaper, he owned the company and we worked with him during the summer.
"I'm so tired." He sighed, as he sat on his favorite chair. I got up to help him untie his work boots.
"I'm so tired," he repeated. I looked up at him, his life fading slowly. I can feel my heart starting to beat fast and faster. I looked over to mom, calling for her but she didn't hear me.
"I'm so tired." Dad continued. I stood up, placing both hands on his cheeks to wake him up. I don't want him to go to sleep scared that he won't wake up. His body slumped on the seat, his skin was pale and cold.
I open my mouth and the only thing that came out was, "I am so tired." With a heavy feeling on my chest and my throat tightening.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
I yawned my way to the diner. I am so tired that I just want to stay in bed and sleep the whole day away. Daniel was getting ready to go sleep over at a friend's house this weekend and left mom attending to her animals. I thought that with a quick cold shower it would wake me up but didn't work only because I used hot water. I hate cold showers or anything related with the cold. I'd rather burn up than freeze up.
I raised the volume from the steering wheel and drummed my fingers to the beat of the music. Bright light shined through my rearview mirror making me blind. I hissed, it's probably those owners driving big trucks with bright ass lights. I can hear the engine roaring and approaching closer to me to the point of tailgating.
Do I want to be an asshole or let him pass?
It's the countryside, there's only two lanes and each ones going at opposite direction but if the lines are dashed cars can cross over and cut the other driver off. The monstrous truck behind me wanted to cross over and there was a red car coming from the opposite lane. I have the power to slow down so the driver can cross over safely before the red car gets closer to us. Guess what I did?
Uh huh, I sped up so he won't cut me off. I know the driver is steaming because the red car was taking forever to pass us and I was playing with him too. Once the red car passed, I slowed down. If he wanted to he could cut me off now, instead he was being an asshole now by continuing to tailgate me. I wanted to slam on my breaks so bad and have him pay for the damages, however, it will take a while to file a claim with the insurance company. Why is he tailgating me? I lowered down the window and indicated for him to go over now. You know what he did? He flashed his beams even brighter.
"Asshole!" I shouted, flipping him off in the process. I started to get angry letting it get the best of me. I started to speed up then out of the blue I slammed on the breaks, the tires squealing behind me. The black truck did not slow down and for a minute I thought he was going to crash against me until he swerved past me. I was fuming. That asshole did not even stop to check up on me (no reason why he should either way) or even apologize. I hope his tires pop.
I've never seen that truck before. This town is small, and everyone knows everyone, especially what we drive. It's rare when we see someone driving a brand-new car and this one was a black GMC Topkick.
I finally composed myself and kept on driving, watching the truck get small and smaller. I decided that he is not worth my time. I couldn't help but to fantasize the things I would do to the truck if I came across to the owner. I would pop its tires, possibly key the doors, throw rocks at the windows, spray paint the word LOSER. Am I the only one that does this? I don't wish bad things on people but when someone does bad things, they deserve all the bad karma that heads their way.
As the adult that I am, I went about my way and pretended that nothing happened. The diner wasn't that far from home, only a fifteen-minute drive. The diner was located right off the highway where there were other convenience stores, secondhand stores and couple betsy's slots where older generation like to hang to play and socialize. We don't have giant fast-food restaurants like Mcdonalds, burger king or jimmy johns. If we ever wanted to eat at their restaurant we would have to travel at least an hour away from here. We do have mom and pops pizza shops and ice cream shop.
I parked behind the diner and grabbed my apron from my glove compartment. I did one last check on my hair, making sure that not a strand is out then got out of my car walking inside the diner. The bell rang when I pushed the door open, but no one bothered to look. That's how unbothered people are here.
I put on my apron and walked towards the kitchen to clock in and grab my pad to write down orders. The food smelled good, but I was still full from earlier. I greeted everyone in the kitchen then walked to main diner to the cash register so I can serve myself some coffee.
"It's been a slow day." Grace our manager, commented. I added creamer and sugar then started to mix it. I love coffee, hot or iced, I would never turn it down. I leaned against the counter and observed the dining area. We only had one customer seated by the window, eating his usual order. Johnny frequents here, also a very good tipper.
"You're doing double today?" I asked Grace. I watched her count the money in the register and write it down on a notebook. She nodded, her black curls falling forward, "Uh-huh. Clocking out at five A.M." Same time that I clock out. I placed my mug down and crossed my arms across my chest.
Grace hired me when I was only eighteen for part time. When I turned eighteen, I went full time. Have been working here for almost eleven years. Grace is like a second mom to me, always kind and looking out for us. I bit my lip as I watched her do her thing.
"What is it child? I can feel you staring." She said without taking her eyes off the notebook. I smiled sheepishly. I walked over to her, "Did Tim approve for second shift?"
Grace stopped writing for a moment then turned to look at me with a frown, "I'm sorry hun. We are not getting enough customers in order to have extra hands here." I can feel the corner of my lip tug into a frown. I wanted to cry. Grace placed her hand over my sleeve as comfort, "I tried my best. It's just we live in the middle of nowhere. Not a lot of residents here or tourist."
"Just oldies." I tried to joke even though I can feel the familiar knot forming on my throat. "You don't happen to know any other place with job openings in the A.M.?"
Grace shook her head, "No sweetie. But you can check the board, there's always job postings there." She pointed with the pen at the board by the entrance.
I walked towards the board and read through the job opportunities.
Mechanics wanted with experience – nope
Laundromat – pay $8.50 hell no
Data entry – nighttime shift only
Sales associate – part time
Pet sitter – only sitting my brother and not worth the time
Warehouse worker – morning shift $24-$27/hourly, now that picked my attention.
I pulled the little slip from the paper that had the phone number and dropped it in my pocket of my apron. I'll have to head over first thing tomorrow morning before heading home. I just need to check how far it is from here. From the corner of my eye I noticed another small flyer.
A wanted flyer. I thought that this was something you see in the movies not in real life. I pulled the flyer off from the thumbtack. It was the same flyer that I saw on social media earlier; a headshot of Optimus Prime and Bumblebee with the reward amount shown on the bottom. These ads are everywhere now and it is starting to get annoying.
Sighing I shoved the flyer with the slip in my apron and pulled away. Grace only smiled at me sadly and I tried to stay composed. For distraction, I made myself busy by sweeping the diner and clean down the tables. I took my sweet time in doing so, listening to music while coming up with plans what I could do to get money fast in the meantime.
Rita is not laying enough eggs for us to sell, our ewes are not producing enough milk either to make cheese. We could sell vegetables, but it would take almost the whole season to cater for the plants and produce the product. I can feel my chest tightening as I think through many ideas. I didn't realize how lost in thoughts I was until Grace said my name louder. I nearly jumped, taking my headphones off letting it rest on my shoulder.
"Customers," she mouthed. I turned to the table by the window and noticed two men waiting patiently. Damn, I didn't hear the bell ring. I quickly put the mop away and set up the caution sign that the floor was wet before I attended to them. I pulled my pad from my apron and reached for a pen from the counter as I made my way to the two men.
"Hi! My name is Lily, I'll be your server today." I smiled even though it felt fake. I nearly gasped when the man with brown eyes met mine. I have never met someone so handsome as him in my life. His hair was brown from the top and slowly graying as it goes down, stubbles lining his chiseled jawline and around his lips. He was wearing a pair of dark pants with combat boots, a fitted black shirt with a black leather jacket. He obviously looked much older than me but his skin health says the opposite. "Can I get you started with a drink?" I remined myself to say something.
His smile only got wider as he looked down at his menu, "Yeah, coffee will be fine. Thank you." I nodded, my eyes shifting to his buddy that sat across from him. Now he looked intimidating and…overly muscular. Light brown hair, tanned skin, intense blue eyes that almost seems that its glowing. Just like his friend, he also had a stubble forming across his jawline and mean mugging look like he doesn't want to be here. I noticed that he was wearing black jeans with black combat boots a grey tight shirt. I also noticed that his short sleeve shirt covered half of his tattoo, I couldn't make out what it was.
"And you sir?" I asked. He only looked at me then at his friend, almost glaring.
His friend cleared his throat, "He'll have water." I nodded. Coffee and water.
I walked back to the counter to pour my clients coffee and water. I placed it down on their table and gave them a couple of minutes to decide what they would like to eat. Grace came to my side, her shoulder nearly touching mine, "Don't they look handsome?" She pushed me slightly. I only smiled, "Yeah, I guess. Except for the guy in grey. If looks could kill was a person, it would be him." I said quietly. It's like he heard because he turned to look at us, glaring. I blushed and looked down at the counter pretending to be cleaning an invisible mess. Grace only laughed and walked away.
I watched as the men went over the menu. His friend seemed to be pointing at the menu suggesting something but the guy in grey looked uninterested or disgusted. I couldn't make out what they were saying yet his friend looking exasperated and shaking his head. After giving them another minute I walked back to their table, taking my pad out dropping the flyer in the process.
"Oh shoot," I said.
"Let me get that," the man in all black reached over for the crumpled-up paper. He started to unfold the paper watching how his eyes widened a bit when he read the headline. His friend in the grey shirt eyes squinted for a bit then looked away his fist tightening. That is not strange at all.
"They're everywhere," he said. I furrowed my brows, "Excuse me?" Not sure what he meant. "The flyers, I mean. We have been seeing them everywhere."
"Oh," I half laughed, "yeah. They're on social media, tv, radio stations and news articles. Tiring actually." I took the paper away from his hand and rolled it into a ball tossing it to the nearest trash can.
"Nice shot." He grinned, I smiled back at his compliment. "I'm Will by the way. My friends call me Lennox." He stretched out his hand, his elbow resting on the table. I took his big soft hands in mine, "Nice to meet you, Will. Are you new here or just driving by?" Will shrugged his shoulder lightly, "Driving by."
"Oh okay, what brings you guys to this small town?"
"We are looking for our friends." He said nonchalantly. I cocked my head to aside, "Who are your friends? Maybe I know them. Besides, this is a small town, everyone knows everyone here." I asked. His friend turned to glare at me once again, "You don't know them." Damn, rude. Will glanced at his friend angrily. Clearly his friend doesn't care what Will thinks.
"I'm sorry about him. He can be a little- " He started to excuse. In all honestly, I don't care. I dealt with assholes like him in the past. I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. Ready to order?" I smiled once more, pulling my pad out once again.
Will briefly scanned the menu, "I can't really decide. Everything looks good. What would you recommend?" I leaned on his booth and glanced at the menu. The close proximity with this man had me feeling nervous. I pointed from behind him, "our popular plate is cheeseburger with buffalo fries or our philly cheese steak."
He thought about it for a moment, then looked at me, "What would you get?"
"Me?" I pointed at myself, he nodded. Because we are not allowed to tell them what we would personally get. We want to bring them in with the most popular order not with our personal favorite food. I pointed at my all-time go-to lunch.
Will raised an eyebrow at me, "Really?" he was surprised. I nodded.
"Why?" I shrugged my shoulder, "Reminds me of home." I said quietly. I noticed a change in his eyes for a brief second and just shook his head, "Okay, I'll get two of the Chicago Style hot dog." I wrote it down then turned to his friend, "And for your friend?"
"Nothing." He answered bluntly. Something told me to look outside the window. I almost did a double take when I saw the black GMC Topkick. So it's them that were tailgating me. I almost wanted to call them out for our earlier encounter but decided to let it go. We are grown here. Instead, I just said, "Nice truck." I complimented and left to place the order in.
To say that their visit was…odd is an understatement. Not me being creep watching them interact while Will's friend criticizes his choice of food but the fact that he did not once drink his water. A normal person would at least take a sip of his drink but not this man. During their visit I only checked them twice and those two times I asked his friend if he was sure he didn't want something to eat or a takeout. Both time he shook his head no. Will walked towards the register once they were done, his friend walking out.
"Everything was good?" I asked hopeful. Will pulled out his wallet, nodding, "Very much. Thank you." I only smiled and told him the total. He gave me a single hundred-dollar bill, I wasn't sure if we had enough change to break it down. I was about to call for Grace when he said, "Keep the change."
My heart fluttered when he said that, "Thank you." Will seemed to hesitate little when he placed his wallet at the back of his pocket.
Whatever it was, Will turned around to head out but then came back to where I was, "You're from Chicago?" He asked out of the blue.
I nodded slowly, wasn't sure where he was getting at, "Technically I was from the suburbs but frequent to the city before…"
"The attack." He finished. "I'm sorry." He half whispered.
I was confused, "Sorry for?" Before he could open his mouth, his friend popped back inside, "Lennox!" He barked. How rude can his friend be?
"Goodbye," he said. I almost felt sad that he was living. He seemed like a very kind and genuine person to be around with. I half smiled, "I hope you find your friends."
He had hope in his eyes and simply nodded, leaving the facility.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
The last few hours of my shift dragged. After Will left, we only had two more dine ins and one order out. Close to midnight I checked up on Danny to see what he was up to and he simply replied: grown boys shenanigans.
Whatever that means.
At the last hour of my shift, my eyes started to feel heavy but toughed it out. Finally in my car, I rested my eyes. Once my mustang had warmed up I searched for the warehouse address in my Apple maps. I groaned when it said that it was two hours away from home. I punched my steering wheel in anger, shouting in frustration. I punched and punched until my knuckles started to turn red from bleeding. Tears started to threaten to fall and threw few more punches.
I am so tired.
I hate this new world.
I can hear my dad's voice echoing in my head to stop crying. Reminding me that crying won't get me anywhere. I took in a deep breath and few more until I calmed down. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and stared at nothing until I felt I was good enough to drive back home.
Five minutes passed and finally pulled away from the parking lot and head home. The night was chilly, so I kept my windows closed and the radio silent. I usually liked listening to music to keep my mind distracted but now I just feel utterly and completely drained. I took my time to drive home.
The roads were dark. Living in incorporated areas means no streetlights so it can get kind of dangerous driving at nighttime if you don't know your areas. I had my headlights beams turned on high. From the distance I saw a cab parked by the side of the road.
A person with a brain would not stop but my lack of brain cells and gut instinct told me to check it out. I turned off the headlights and slowed down the speed until I came to a complete stop. I parked behind the cab and got out without bothering to turn off the engine or close the door behind me in case I need to run I can just jump in.
I pulled my phone out from my jeans back pocket and turn on the flashlight. I shined the light at the beat-up cab. I hesitated to open the door from the driver side expecting someone to jump me for being nosy. I closed my eyes and counted to three.
I stood on the tips of my toes and flung the door open only to be greeted with nothing. I noticed that the passenger side of the door was wide open. I stepped on the cab stepper to lean inside and take a quick peek if there was anybody in there, it was empty. I jumped off the cab and walked in front of the red and blue semi then towards the corn field following the path that was created.
Part of me told me to get in the car and go home but another part of me was curious about who went into the cornfield. Especially when I saw a dark stain on the stalk. Lighting the stain, it looked fresh. I touched the fluid rubbing it between my fingers and it felt like...oil consistency? I wiped it off on my shirt and followed the path, following the dark stains on the stalks when the light shined someone's soles of their boots.
See something, say something.
I just found a body.
I ran towards the person, dropping down on my knees and reached for his face. Even with his eyes closed he looked rough; beard forming on his jawline, his hair matted and a single curl claiming his place on his forehead. I placed my finger on his neck to check for pulse. I felt nothing. The way his skin is pale and cold, he could've been dead for hours already. I was about to pull away when he groaned weakly.
He is alive!
"Can you hear me?" I asked, brushing his curls away from his forehead. I scanned his body for wounds, lifting his messed-up shirt. This man was muscular, but his body was covered in old bruises and new ones, old cuts healing and others becoming severely infected. My hands hovered over his recent injury at the side of his abdomen. I touched it lightly when he groaned in pain. The texture of his blood felt weird, like oil. I flashed the light on my fingers and it was dark blue. I flashed the light at the man when his eyes open slightly.
The lights in his eyes were dimming. Yes, dimming like an actual lightbulb. He is not human. I stood up right away giving him space.
I could leave him here but that just feels wrong to me. I can't let him die. know I'll live with the guilt for the rest of my life if I leave him like this.
I could…
I could call the hotline number. What if he was one of the wanted transformers? Just by reporting it I could get some cash and that will help with our bills. I googled the hotline number and pressed it giving me the option to call or text. I paced back and forth, biting my fingernail as I debated.
This being looked human.
What if he was one of them that took part of the attack in Chicago?
My dad died because of beings like him.
He doesn't know me though and I don't know him.
That doesn't matter though. He took lives. Many lives. I groaned in frustration. I need to decide something, the sun is almost up and anyone can see us. My index finger trembled over the screen.
I pressed the lock button and shoved my phone at the back of my jean pocket. I can't report him, it just doesn't sit well with me. I won't leave him in here either.
I decided to help him. Nurse him back to life. I hooked my arms under his armpits and lift him up. Jesus Christ, its like he weighs two times more than what I do! I had to stop couple of times as I dragged him out of the field. It took me about twenty minutes to reach to my car and another five minutes to sit him in my seat. I slammed the door shut and ran to the driver side hoping inside. I'll come back tomorrow to retrieve his semi, I just hope no one finds it when I come back.
During the car ride he was groaning in pain. I can hear him mumbling something, I tried to pay close attention to what he was saying.
"Sam…Sam…run…" he repeated over and over. I want to think that he is not dangerous but that doesn't mean that he can't hurt me or my family at any given moment. I have to be very careful bringing him home. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I want to hear his story.
There are two sides to every story and I want to hear his.
Author's note:
Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I would also like to say that I do not own any characters from Hasbro, only main characters and OOC. This story takes place after AOE so some scenes may be familiar. I am, however, trying to switch things up.
I appreciate any reviews. Good or bad I accept them all. My goal is to post a chapter per week, I do want to take my time in reviewing what I am writing. If the story feels rushed, please do let me know. I sometimes tend to rush the plot and that is one of my pet peeves because I like to build up the character and world building (something I am not very good at, YET!) It's all about practice, right?
Anyways, I may delete other stories from my profile since I have to interest in picking up where I left off. If you guys want me to leave them there, that will be fine by me.
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