Uncover → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Waking up at noon actually felt so good to me. Although my neck and knee were killing me, I was just happy that I didn't have to get up at six o'clock in the morning just to go to school. I grabbed my phone off my bedside table to check and see if I had any notifications. When I unlocked it I saw that I had one text message from Braelynn.

'Where are you?' it read.

Damn it. Now I'll have to cancel our plans on Saturday. I texted her back quickly.

'An accident happened. I'll be out of school for the next week or so. I'll also have to cancel on our plans for Saturday. Sorry girl,' I responded.

She texted back almost instantly.

'Oh, okay. And it's totally fine. I understand. You can tell me about it later. I have to go. Feel better, Lea!' she sent back.

I smiled and locked my phone before laying it back down on my bedside table.

Getting out of bed was a challenge but after a few painful twists and turns I eventually managed. I took a couple pain pills and then hopped over to my dresser drawers to get something to wear. I looked in the mirror that was hanging above my dresser. There were finger sized markings around my neck. Most of them were tender to the touch and very painful. I sighed and continued looking for something to wear. I was still wearing my dress from yesterday and I most definitely did not want to wear it again. I grabbed a pair of long grey sweatpants and my dad's favorite black army tank top. It took me a total of ten minutes to get changed and after that I hopped out of my room.

Facing the stairs was rather scary for me. One wrong move and I'd fall and besides, I wasn't even supposed to be doing this in the first place, so Ratchet would have my ass if I ended up injuring myself more.

I held on to the railing and carefully made it down the stairs. My mom was sitting in the recliner in the living room and Annabelle was sitting in the floor playing with something. I noticed that my dad and Ron weren't home. My mom noticed me and gave me a look as I went to lay down on the couch.

"What are you doing? And your neck looks awful, sweetie," she asked.

"Sitting and I know. ."

"You're supposed to be taking it easy, Lea," she scolded.

"I know, but I just don't feel like sitting up in my bedroom all day. It gets boring after a while," I told her. She sighed. "So, where's dad and Ron and shouldn't you be at work?"

"They're at the base and yes, but I took off until Monday to take care of you while they were off doing lord knows what," she said.

"Well, alright then."

"How are you feeling today?" she asked me.

"I'm feeling okay. I just hope that Trent knows I will kill him. This brace is so restricting, I hate it," I said.

She laughed. "Well, your dad or I weren't particularly happy with what happened and you should've seen Ron when he carried you in yesterday. He seemed ready to kill. It was a very good thing he showed up though. Who knows what Trent would've done to you," she explained.

"Yeah. I'm glad he was there," I told her.

"I'm just glad that you're safe now," she said with a small smile.

"Me too, mom," I replied.

Suddenly the sound of a jet engine rang through my ears. It sounded way too close to the ground. It was probably the same one from my jog about a week ago. I shook my head. Seconds later, I could hear several cars speeding down the road, their engines loud and rather throaty.