I gathered up every single piece of paper and shoved it back into the folder. There were no words to describe how angry and upset I was at the moment. There were so many things that I wanted to break, but I also wanted to just sit down and drown in an ocean of my own tears, which was basically what I was doing. I couldn't bear the fact that two of the most important people in my life would do something to hurt me like this. It literally tore me apart.

Without a second thought, I picked up the folder and rushed out the front door. It was no surprise that Jason was out there standing with "Brayden", but they still had yet to notice me. The anger and hurt inside only grew as I looked at them, and I squeezed the folder tightly in my hand before putting it behind my back.

"I thought you left," I said as I walked up to the two creatures. There was no emotion in my voice at all, which I was rather thankful for.

The two of them turned their hands to look at me, their expressions switching to that of worry when they noticed the tears on my face. I had managed to stop crying for the most part, but the tears were still soaking my face.

"I was just talking to Jason. What's wrong?" Brayden asked me as he took a step closer. He held his hand out to me, but I took a step back.

"Don't touch me," I spoke, looking him directly in the eye.

He frowned, and this time it was Jason's turn to step forward.

"What's wrong, Rose? Why are you, or why were you crying?" he inquired.

I let out a dry laugh. "You really want to know why I'm upset? You want to know why I'm angry?"

Both he and Brayden seemed startled by the tone in my voice, but he nodded. All I did next was throw his stupid folder at him. He didn't have the time to react before his entire plan fell to the ground, and once he noticed what it was his eyes widened, and he looked back up at me with so much fear in his eyes.

"Rosalie," he said softly.

"Why would you? Why would either of you do this to me?" I growled, glancing between the two of them.

"Rosalie, please let us explain," Brayden said this time. It was only now that I could hear the similarity in his voice and Bumblebee's true voice. It only pissed me off further.

"No. I got all the explanation I needed from Jason's stupid little voice recorder," I told him before turning to Jason. "Oh, and by the way, I hope it wasn't expensive."

"What'd you do?"

I frowned. "Are you seriously more worried about a piece of technology than you are your little sister's feelings? Oh, wait. I don't need to ask a question that I already know the answer to," I spat.

"Rose, can you just let us speak?" Brayden exclaimed.

I looked at him. "You had an opportunity to speak a month ago, but you didn't! You just kept letting me fall in love with you. You're supposed to be my best friend, Bumblebee. You're the most important person in my life and you do this to me?"

The tears were now making their way down my face at a very fast pace. I doubted they would stop this time though. I could just feel my emotions growing as I stood here in front of them.

"And you're my older brother," I said, turning to Jason. "I know you like to play pranks on me, and I'm perfectly okay with that, but this isn't the kind of prank you play on someone you stupid fucker. Especially on a girl with feelings!"

"Rosalie, I'm so sorry," Brayden, or Bumblebee, whispered to me.

"No. No, you're not. I thought I meant more to you than that. I thought I meant more to both of you, but I guess not," I squeaked.

Jason sighed and walked up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You do, Rose; we love you so much."

I just squeezed my eyes shut and began sobbing. "Why would you want to hurt me if you love me?" I whined.

"Had I known you were going to be this upset about it I would have never even suggested doing it. I am so sorry," my brother told me.

I just took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking past my brother and Bee. The other Autobots were parked in their normal places in the driveway, aside from Hound, but the car that caught my attention was the silver 2015 Camaro with black racing stripes. My eyes flashed down to the license plate which read 900 STRA, the same exact licence plate Bumblebee had.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked over to it, pushing my way through Brayden and Jason in the process. I ran a hand over the hood of the car and a familiar feeling flooded through my body. The car was warm, and under my touch I could feel the very faint buzzing of the engine, or in this case...a spark. This was definitely not an ordinary Camaro.

"Is this you?" I asked softly, not removing my hand nor looking up at the two of them. My eyes were fixed solely on the silver paint of the car.

"Yes, Rose," Brayden answered.

I had to bite my lip to keep it from trembling so much, and once it was calmed I was able to speak again.

"How?" I whispered, this time looking up at the two of them.

Neither of them answered, but when I heard the sound of clicking I looked back down at the car. The paint was literally dissolving itself into that golden yellow color that I had grown to love so much. A single tear fell from my eye, and I quickly wiped it away.

I turned all the way around so I could continue my conversation with the two shitheads, but my phone ringing in my back pocket cut me off. I let out a sigh and dug it out, not even bothering to look at the caller I.D. before I answered it.

"Hello?" I answered dryly.

"Is this Rosalie Stalin?" a very stern voice asked on the other end.

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned against the hood of the car. "Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Jackson Smith with the Chicago Police Department. I'm calling to tell you that your father has been involved in a very deadly car accident. I'm so sorry to inform you that he did not survive," he told me.

It was almost as if every single ounce of oxygen had just been sucked from my body. There was absolutely no way that this was happening. He had to be mistaken.

"No, no. Please tell me you're mistaken. Please," I pleaded with him. I was now receiving very worried looks from Brayden and Jason, both of which I just shook off.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I can assure you that I'm not. They are transporting him to RUMC as we speak," he informed me.

My hands were now trembling greatly. I dropped the phone to the ground, the glass shattering almost instantly, but I didn't care. I looked up at Brayden and Jason to see that their expressions still had yet to change.

"Can you take me to RUMC, please?" I pleaded with Bumblebee's holoform, grabbing him by the shirt as I did.

He grabbed a hold of my wrists. "What is wrong?"

"Dad was in a car wreck, I don't know. They said he didn't make it. Just take me, please!" I cried.

His eyes widened in horror, and I heard Jason take a deep breath.

In an instant I was sitting in the front seat of Bumblebee's alternate mode, and I saw Jason running over to Drift. Bumblebee wasted no time in taking off down the highway, exceeding the speed limit by at least forty miles.

"I need to call Lynleigh and Gracie," I spoke frantically as I searched around for my phone, only to remember that I had dropped it back at home.

"Jason is taking care of it. Please calm down, Rose," Bumblebee pleaded with me.

"No! My only parent might be dead and you think I can just stay calm? Not to mention I'm still emotionally fucked over what you and Jason did to me. Why does the fucking world hate me so much?" I cried.

"Rosalie, please..."

I hugged my knees up to my chest and cried. There were so many emotions running through my body at the moment. I could not handle this at all. I was still an emotional wreck over the fact that my mom was dead, and now my dad might be dead too. This wasn't fair. What did I keep doing wrong?

The sirens were becoming loud, far too loud for me to bear. I covered my ears with my hands in hopes to drown out the deafening noise, but it just wouldn't help. There were too many of them, and that sparked quite a bit of curiousness inside me.

I looked outside the window to see that we were now on the freeway. One side of the road was completely closed off, and it didn't take long for me to figure out why. There was an enormous cloud of black smoke rising into the air, and about three firetrucks surrounded it, along with several police officers and ambulances. I could very faintly make out the make of the destroyed vehicle in the center of it all; it was a 2015 Range Rover, and it was way too familiar. It was the Range Rover my dad took to work every day, and that just made everything happening so much more realistic.

I gasped and covered my mouth at the sight. There was absolutely no way he could have survived that. The car was completely engulfed in flames, and it was crushed beneath a light pole. My question was how did they even get my dad out of the car in the first place?

"No, this can't be real. Please tell me this isn't real," I whimpered as I closed my eyes. My dad was dead, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. There was no denying it either. Just the sight of the wreck was enough to confirm it for me.

Suddenly I was being pulled onto someone's lap. It was Brayden's, which startled me slightly.

"And before you ask, this is perfectly safe. Just come here," he spoke softly.

I didn't argue, but instead I hugged him as tightly as I possibly could and cried. He held me tightly, and even rested his head over top of mine, something of which I thought was very comforting.

"Now is certainly not the time, but you don't understand how long I've waited to be able to hold you like this, Rosalie. You don't know how long I've spent waiting to be able to comfort you like this. You may hate me at the moment, but I can promise you that I'm always going to be here for you whether you like it or not. You mean absolutely everything to me, Rose, and I mean that more than I've ever meant anything in my existence," he told me.

I was surprised by his words, of course. I was so surprised that I couldn't even think of anything to say to him. It was as if my anger for him-and Jason-had completely dissipated into nothing. If I was going to get through this then I needed him, I needed both him and Jason. Bumblebee was my rock, whether he was a holoform or not, and that was something that would never change no matter how long I lived. No matter how angry I got at him, and no matter how upset I got with him, I knew that he would always be there for me and with me. For the longest time it seemed as if he wasn't with me, but now that I think back on it, he never once left my side.

The only thing I could think to do at the moment was hug him tighter, and now that he mentioned it, I couldn't help but realize how long I had actually been waiting to be able to hold him like this. Yeah, I've hugged "Brayden" plenty of times, but knowing that it was now Bumblebee meant more to me than I thought it ever would.

*DOUBLE UPDATE. Only because I love you guys and love the support. Thank you so much for reading, and thank you for not being angry with me. I've been writing so many books lately when I should've been focused on this one. Thank you for not leaving me because of that. I love you guys so much!*