*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.*

After an hour and a half I was now clean and in fresh clothes, yet that hour and a half had done nothing to cease the tears. I was still so exceptionally angry and of course upset. The only good feeling that I felt was the triumph from delivering a few good hits to Galloway's face and I knew without a doubt the marks would be visible next time I saw him.

I let out a cough as I combed through my damp hair. After retrieving my hair tie from the counter, I pulled my brown hair into a messy bun. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. My eyes were swollen from the amount of crying I had been doing and they wouldn't change any time soon. My blue irises were surrounded by a hue of red and my cheeks were stained from the tears that flowed down my face; I looked absolutely terrible.

I sighed before heading over to my bathroom door. It was a really good thing that my room had its own bathroom and shower because I really didn't want anyone to see me in this state. I pulled the large wooden door open and stepped out, only to be met with the tear-stained face of Samuel Witwicky.

He met my eyes and he smiled ever so slightly before wrapping his arms around me in an attempt to comfort me. It didn't work out too well though. I was a wreck and I probably would remain this way. I squeezed him back tightly and he released me, only his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You know we're going to find a way out of this, okay? It's not going to end like this," he whispered quietly.

I just looked at him and nodded. I didn't believe his words though. There was no way we were going to find a way out of this. We were stuck at least until our president was re-elected, which by the looks of it wouldn't be until about 2016; that was a good seven years from now.

Sam stepped aside and my focus shifted towards Ironhide's lesser form who was standing by my bed, watching the two of us curiously. I immediately stepped around Sam and ran to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He hugged me back almost instantly and I fought back the urge to cry again.

"Sam, would you care to inform me on what is going on?" Hide asked.

"No," I said before Sam could answer him.

Hide grunted and released me. I frowned but got in my bed, covering my entire body up with the comforter. Just one thought could send the tears flowing and that's just what happened. I hated crying more than anything. It made me feel so vulnerable and it made me look weak; I wasn't a weak person.

"I have to go have a talk with Bumblebee. I'll see you later," Sam asked, his voice cracking.

My heart lurched in my chest. Fuck you Galloway.

"Bye, Sam," I whimpered.

A few seconds later I heard the door shut and then there was a weight on my bed. The comforter was removed from covering my head and I looked up to see Ironhide looking down at me, a sad look in his eyes. He placed a hand on my cheek and I lifted my hand up to loop it over top of his.

"What did you do for that man to put his hands on you?" he asked me.

I sighed. "I slapped Galloway several times and then I kicked him in the head," I answered.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Why?"

"Because of something he said."

He grunted. "Why are you crying though? Did he hurt you?"

I nodded and he stiffened up. He made a move to get up but I pulled him back.

"He didn't hurt me in the way you're thinking. He hurt me mentally. Same with Mikaela and Samuel," I assured him.

Suddenly the door to my room burst open and I turned my head just enough to see my mom and dad marching in. My dad slammed the door shut behind him and ran over to me, as did my mother. I groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the comforter back over my head.

"What the hell happened?" my dad yelled. There was a small weight on my bed but I didn't know who it was.

"That's what I'm trying to get her to tell me," Ironhide answered him.

My dad groaned and then there was another weight beside me. A hand shook my shoulder but I just whined.

"Lea. Tell us what happened," my mom instructed.

I sniffed. "I can't because it'll just make me even more upset," I mumbled into my pillow.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" I heard my dad ask.

Big mistake. I let out a loud sob and hugged my pillow. "Yes it is. My life is ruined," I cried.

The blanket was removed from my head yet again. I stared up at the three of them.

"What are you talking about?" Ironhide asked me.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Telling him now would most likely be better than him finding out last second.

"I can't see you anymore. I can't see any of you anymore," I croaked out.

"Huh? You can't see who anymore?" my mom asked.

I sat up and brought my knees to my chest.

"Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus, Mudflap, Skids, Bumblebee, Jolt, and Sideswipe. The president has revoked mine, Leo's, Mikaela's, and Sam's clearance since we're civilians. Once the ship docks in Charleston, I won't get to see the Autobots anymore; no interaction whatsoever unless I want to end up in prison for the rest of my life. Our direct lines to their communication links are going to be disabled as well.

"They can't communicate with us either unless they want to be exiled from Earth. They're not fucking puppets. This isn't fair. I'm losing my family and I don't know what the hell to do about it," I cried, bringing my hands to my head. I wanted to pull out my hair.

"What?" Ironhide spat.

I shook my head. "Please don't make me repeat it," I whimpered.

"Why would he do that? You've been with the Autobots for the past two years," my mom said sadly.

I looked at her. "Because he's a fragging cunt face. He also said that they were the first and last years I'd ever get with them," I answered her.

My dad got up and abruptly walked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. I frowned and leaned into Ironhide's side. He wrapped an arm tightly around my shoulder.

"When was he going to inform us of this?" he asked, anger in his tone.

"After we left. That's why I hit him," I answered him.

"You hit him?" my mom inquired.

"Yes and I kicked him in the head. I have no regrets about it either. I hate him more than I've hated anyone. And President Obama can kiss my fucking ass. All was well in my life when George was in office," I grumbled.

"What are you going to do about this?" she asked me.

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do. I hold no governmental authority over Galloway or the president for that matter. Plus they wouldn't listen to what I have to say. They don't give one shit about the fact that they're separating me from the love of my life," I replied softly.

Ironhide pulled me closer and I squeezed my eyes shut to keep more tears from escaping. My mom placed a hand on my knee and I looked at her. Tears were brimming in her eyes but none fell.

"I'm so sorry, Azalea."

For some reason her statement annoyed me. It didn't matter what she or anyone else said. It still didn't change the fact that this was actually happening.

"It doesn't change anything. You know what? Just fuck my life. Fuck everything about it," I exclaimed sadly. I got up off the bed and threw my boots on before heading over to the door.

"Where are you going, Azalea?" Ironhide asked me.

"I'll be back in a little bit," I whispered.

I didn't give him or my mother a chance to respond before I was out of the door and heading down the hallway. Clearing my head was necessary but I mentally cursed at the fact that I wasn't cleared for the shooting range. Getting through this was going to be nearly impossible.

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