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Bumblebee let tears slip down his face as he sat cross-legged on his bed, leaning back against the headboard as tears stained his shirt. He was clinging to the picture of his family that they took only a year ago at the park.
He felt anger run through him as he heard screaming from the primary room in the base, he couldn’t help but drop the picture and scream into his hands.
The yelling and fighting had been going on for months and though he wished for it to stop, he knew he couldn’t blame the three remaining family members he had left. He could hear his mom yelling at the man he saw as his uncle.
“Optimus would have had a better plan than just running in guns blazing!”
“Well, I’m not Optimus!”
Bumblebee flinched at every mention of his father figure who was no longer with them and who no longer remembered any of them.
“Fuck you, Megatron,” Bumblebee let himself growl into his hands as he finally pulled them back and tried to wipe the tears away.
No matter how many times he wiped them away, more just replaced as the seconds went by.
As the yelling continued, Bumblebee couldn’t take it anymore and shoved himself off his bed before jamming his feet into his shoes and wrapping his jacket around him. He stuffed his keys, phone, and wallet into his pockets before leaving his room.
He flinched once more at hearing the yelling grow louder after he left his room, but luckily h wasn’t heading that way. He knew about the second exit just like the others did so he began to head that way listening to the fighting fade away with each step.
As he kept walking, he came to a stop, his body going stiff as he turned his head to see a certain room left open. He felt the tears start to well up once more, knowing whose room it was.
“Dad always said that his door was open,” Bumblebee whispered as he took a few steps towards the room, his hand lifting up to push the door open even more, but he stopped.
He stood there for a long time, tears starting to blur his vision before he let his hand fall back to his side.
He couldn’t go into the room, unable to handle the sadness that filled him as he quickly turned away to head towards the exit.
He just couldn’t be in the home that was crumbling before him, filled with screaming, fighting, and a coldness that hadn’t been there before; for another moment longer.