*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.*

I was angry, annoyed, and more than upset with how the night turned out for me. Tonight was supposed to be a lovely dinner with my parents, Nate, and Nate's parents, but lovely is quite the opposite of what it turned out to be. It was definitely not supposed turn out the way it did though, and I was still completely oblivious as to why it turned out the way it did. It was obvious that both my parents shared some sort of animosity towards Trent, but they were adults! What did he do that was so bad that they couldn't get over it like mature adults?

We've been home for about three hours yet my parents still had yet to talk to me about it. Better yet, they were ignoring me and I was only growing angrier as the seconds passed. I've spent the past two hours talking to Nate and telling him how terribly sorry I was because of what happened. Apparently his dad was completely ignoring him about the situation as well. He's informed me that he's attempted to talk to his mom and dad about it, but his dad was too drunk to even form a coherent sentence and his mom was just as oblivious to the situation as we all were. I just didn't understand what was so bad that they couldn't tell us or in Trent's case getting drunk to avoid even speaking about it.

My phone dinged and I picked it up. Nate had texted me back.

Nate: Looks like I am not going to find out tonight or any time soon, actually. Dad's fast asleep in the recliner and mom is stressed to the max. She says he hasn't been this way since 2011. I have to go though. Good luck with your parents. Goodnight, beautiful.

I sighed and locked my phone before throwing it back down onto the bedside table. Just because Nate wasn't going to find out what was going on doesn't mean that I wasn't going to. I was just a bit more demanding than Nate was, and I knew how to get my way.

Without another thought I jumped off of my bed and ran out of my room. Both of my parents were still up, but that was to be expected. I hurried into the living room where the TV was blasting some random crime show. My mom and dad were seated on the couch; my mom was laying at the end of the couch while my dad was in the middle holding her legs in his lap. My footfalls caused them to turn away from the show they were watching, and my mom even smiled at me. I made sure to keep the scowl on my face.

"Hey, Kay," she greeted me.

"Tell me what the hell is going on right now or so help me God you will live to regret it," I spoke, completely disregarding her greeting.

My dad glared at me. "Who do you think you are, child?"

"I think I'm Kaelyn Olivia Hide, daughter of Ironhide and Azalea. Tell me what the hell happened at that restaurant and don't you dare give me that 'It's nothing.' bullshit," I spat.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" my mom asked quietly. It was almost as if she were lost in a memory because she had a rather distant look in her eyes. I didn't care though. All I cared about was getting the truth.

"Because tonight was supposed to be good, but then you two started freaking out over Trent. What happened? How do you two even know him?" I inquired.

My mom sighed and crossed her legs. "I told you I went to high school with him."

"What is he? An ex or something? Is that why dad hates him so much?" All my dad did in response to that was let out a rather throaty growl.

"Not quite. Me and Trent have a rather complicated history; one that I would rather not talk about," my mom answered.

"Why not?" I yelled. "Why can't you just tell me what happened between you two? It seriously can't be that bad, can it?"

My mom let out a sigh and squeezed her eyes shut.

"During my junior year of high school he had a weird crush on me, alright?" she started, opening up her eyes to look at me. "I rejected him in front of everyone, so he got mad and literally almost killed me the next day after school was over. Had it not been for your dad he would have choked me to death."

I raised a brow and sat down on the coffee table. "Really?"

"Yes, really. That isn't even everything though. After a few weeks I forgave him for everything, and I thought that we were okay. He said he wanted to try to be friends with me, so I was like whatever. He invited me and my friend Braelynn to a party. I was denied permission to go to it, but I actually planned on sneaking out that night," she chuckled. My dad gave her a look.

"Excuse me?" he chastised her.

"Shut up," she instructed him, causing him to grunt. "Anyway, we didn't get to go because I got injured and Braelynn ended up dying that day. I thought it was supposed to be a friendly party, but it wasn't until four years later that I found out it wasn't. His apology and everything else was completely fake," she told me.

I was now confused. "What do you mean?"

"At my mom's and my sister's funeral he showed up. I was going to get mine and Carly's belongings from the coat room thingy and I turned around and there he was. I didn't understand why he was there at first, but it all became clear to me once he shoved me against the wall and started taking off my dress," she said, frowning at the memory. Even my dad was feeling some type of way about it.

I just gaped at her, silently hoping she didn't mean what I thought she meant.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"Um, yeah. He attempted to rape me at my mom's and my sister's funeral," she answered.

I just shook my head. I was having a hard time believing the words coming out of her mouth. "And you--a trained military fighter--did not fight him off?"

"I wasn't mentally there, Kaelyn. My mom and my sister were killed by the Decepticons and I even broke up with your dad to help rid myself of the pain, but it only made things worse for me. I was in no condition to fight him off. I did try though," she informed me.

"Then how did you get away?"

"Him," she said, pointing to my dad.

"He should be dead right now," my dad growled.

"Wait, what? I thought you said you two broke up?"

My mom shrugged. "We did for about two weeks. He went off to clean up Chicago and came back the day of the funeral, fortunately."

"I just don't get why someone would do that. I don't get why Trent would do that. He was nothing but a sweetheart when I met him the first time," I told them.

"I don't understand it either, Kaelyn."

I got up from the table and smacked my hands against my thighs. "At least now I can tell Nate what this entire thing is about." I made a move to walk away, but before I could I was being called back by my dad.

"What?"

"Azalea and I talked, and we don't want you to see that boy anymore," he told me. In that moment I could have swore my heart just broke.

"What do you mean by that?"

"We don't want you talking to him, Kaelyn. I know that you really like him, but I don't need you getting hurt," my mom answered.

I scoffed. "Why do you think I would get hurt?"

"He's the son of that poor excuse for a human being. If anything he's exactly like his father, and I refuse to subject you to that," my dad seethed.

"He's nothing like his father! He would never even dream of doing something like that to me," I assured him, but he wasn't having it.

"Don't even start. I don't want you to see him anymore."

"And this keeps you away from Trent too. That means I don't have to worry about him ever trying to hurt you," my mom followed.

"Do you hear yourselves right now? You're forbidding me from seeing the guy that I like just because his dad got a little too hot and horny for you seventeen years ago?" I countered. I was getting very angry, not to mention very upset.

My mom sighed and closed her eyes for a split second before standing up to look at me. "I am doing this to protect you; we are doing this to protect you. I don't want you getting hurt, and I definitely don't want you involved with that piece of shit human Nate calls his father."

For the first time ever I actually felt like smacking my mom right across the face.

"You can't be serious right now? I can't be with the guy I want to be with just because you two have some screwed up past with his father? I don't think that's fair, do you?" I chuckled. It was really just to hide the fact that I was about to start crying.

"Life isn't fair. You would be wise to remember that," my dad uttered.

"Please don't be mad at us, Kaelyn. We're just-" my mom started, but I cut her off.

"Don't you dare tell me not to be mad at you! Me and Nathan have absolutely nothing to do with you and Trent. Whatever happened between you two is in the past and that's exactly where it should stay. I truly am sorry that he almost killed you and I'm sorry that he almost raped you, but don't you dare try to incorporate my relationship with Nathan into it. Nathan is nothing like his dad and he would never hurt me like that," I said to them. I was now crying which didn't exactly surprise me.

"I don't care. I'm not risking it," my dad grumbled.

I growled. "Why don't I get a say in this?"

"Because you're the child. That's just the way it is," he replied.

"You know, you'd think that after your dad and even that one government guy told you that you couldn't be with him that you'd understand how I was feeling right now, but I guess you don't. It's either that or my feelings just don't seem to matter to you..to either of you," I snapped.

My mom looked as if she were about to start crying, but I didn't care.

"Could you stop and take the time to realize that we do care? That's the only reason we're doing this is because we care so damn much about you, Kaelyn," she said, gripping tightly onto my arms. "I don't want you to get hurt like I did and neither does he."

I sighed and yanked away from her. "Just a few days ago you were telling me how happy you were because of the two of us. You even encouraged it, and now you're telling me I can't see him anymore? What kind of backwards shit is that? Is your prescription messing with your brain or something because I don't get it!"

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Kay. If he is anything like Trent-"

"But he's not!" I screamed. "Why are you so quick to assume when you know next to nothing about who he really is?"

My dad got up from the couch and gripped my arm tightly. "I have about had it with you. We are trying to keep you safe from both physical and emotional harm and you're being very ungrateful to us. I really don't care what else you have to say about this situation, nor do I have the patience to even listen to what you have to say. It's done; you and your little friend are done, so I'd advise you to shut up and listen for once in your damn lifetime," he spat.

I was now upset, angry, and very hurt...not only emotionally, but physically. My dad was squeezing my arm at a magnitude that would break a regular human arm instantly, but all it was doing was leaving me in continuous pain. If he squeezed any harder there was no doubt that he would at least sprain something. He still didn't know just how strong he was in this form, and when he was mad he got even stronger.

"You're hurting me," I squeaked. The tone in my voice caused him to frown and he quickly withdrew his hand. I sighed in relief and reached up to hold my throbbing arm.

"Kay," my mom started. She reached her hand out to me, but I pulled away from her causing her to frown. "I don't want to do this to you at all, but I also don't want to see you get hurt. You are the most important thing in my life and it would literally kill me to see you hurt."

"I'm sure there's some truth to what you just said to me, but I don't think I care anymore. Just do me one favor okay?"

"What?" my dad asked.

"Leave me alone and just don't even think about talking to me. If you think that by doing this you're preventing me from getting hurt, then you're fucking stupid. I am way past the point of hurt, so congratulations. I fucking hate you both," I said before turning around and running up the steps.