My friend is a psychopath -Sunstreaker fanfiction-

• Chapter 16. Punch me

I just arrived back home after doing some grocery shopping. I had to go. There was nothing left in the house and I don't wanna stave myself to death. I lost enough weight and it only makes me weaker. I unpacked the paper bags. I tried to keep myself occupied so I didn't have to think about the fact my mom died and I am alone. My entire family is gone, dead. How did that happen?

I picked up my phone. Sunstreaker. I heaved before answering his call. 'Sunstreaker...' my voice died down. 'Are you busy?' He asked. 'I am, why?' I know why he asked but, I wanted confirmation of my theory. 'I would like it if you come to the base?' He said. 'What? Like now?' I mocked. 'He's, right now. Ate you able of doing that or not?'

'I told you previously I am bay. I can let you later today. Somewhere in the moon because I am unpacking my groceries.' Sunstreaker snorted. 'It can wait. Meet me in an hour,' he stated. I sucked in a breath and finished cleaning the kitchen before heading toward the base. Sunstreaker was waiting for me in the hanger. 'Took you long enough.'

'I am not in the mood to argue, alright? I am here because you demanded it,' I scowled. 'Still, not a ray of sunshine, are you?' He mocked. 'Are you mad?' He asked. I followed slower. 'Yes, of course, I am mad,' I snapped. ' Good.' A frown spread over my face. Sunstreaker took me to the training hall. 'Whenever I am mad, I always like to hurt someone and I guess you would love to hurt me, don't you?'

'I never said that...'

'But you do. Why don't you hit me?' I raised a brow. 'Hit you?' I repeated. He hummed. 'I am not gonna hit you,' I scowled and turned around to leave. Sunstreaker quickly blocked my way out. 'Are you scared I will punch you too? I wouldn't tell you to hit me if I wasn't so sure. Hit me.' He pointed at his perfectly shaped chest. 'As hard as you can,' he added. I had to come all the way down here so I could punch him?

'What are you afraid of?' He challenged. I didn't trust Sunstreaker. 'I only allow you to hit me and I never let anyone hit me, especially not humans,' he said. 'Yeah, I know and that's my concern because I do want to punch you. I actually want to drill a knife between your ribs. That's how mad I am at you, but I don't because it's useless,' I snapped. 'Everyone keeps telling me that I should trust you, and be happy but I am not. You're a psychopath. I don't have a reason to trust you. You kill people for joy and maybe I don't care if you kill me or not. Maybe I want you to end my life.'

'I like seeing people suffer. Apparently, I don't make you suffer by killing you. It would only be a good outcome for you so, seeing you alive gives me more fun because I know you suffer,' he replied icily. 'Yeah, I know you do.'
'You really want me to punch you?' I asked. 'You can—' I didn't let him finish. My fist connected with his jaw. Sunstreaker stumbled,— obviously shocked and surprised I punched him right in the face. I am sure that wasn't according to his plan.

I tackled him to the ground and straddled him. I kept hitting him repeatedly with all the strength I had. I stopped when someone pulled me away. 'Get off me!' I hissed. I pushed Ratchet aside. 'You're right, Sunstreaker. Punching you really does help,' I snapped before storming off.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))
Ratchet crouched down. 'You let her punch you?' I groaned. 'I didn't want her to punch me like that. I was more thinking about... hitting my chest instead. Not my face. I didn't set the rules yet or she already started punching the hell out of me. I have to admit, she has quite some... strength in her body, huh?' He snorted and helped me sit up.

'You're not gonna attempt to hurt or kill her.'
'Ratchet, she's much more suffering when she's alive.'
'You've a sick mind, Sunstreaker...'
'We already figured that out, didn't we?'

Ratchet rolled his eyes. I got up and walked off,— refreshing myself in my room. My jaw hurt. She punched me quite good. It was an stupid idea to let her react her anger on me. I heaved and sat down in the edge of my bed, staring at the wall ahead of me. What am I supposed to do with, Skylla. I am out of ideas. I thought she might would feel better but she doesn't. Perhaps I worsened her anger.

In the next couple of days, I spied on her. I wanted to know what she was up too, but she didn't do much. Mostly at home. At the seventh day, I decided to knock on the door. She opened up. 'You don't quite understand it. You might lost your family, but my twin is still missing. I kiss my brother too. He's the only family I have. You have no idea how people treated me and how much pain they caused me. I tried to help you—' she cut me off. 'I never asked for your damn help.' With that open in the air, she slammed the door shut.

I sighed and turned around. This isn't gonna work. Skylla doesn't trust me and I don't see her changing her mind anytime soon. The only option I had left is to give her some space. Maybe with time, she gets lonely and approaches me. The only one she deeply trusts is Ratchet and he's going to Kentucky next week with Mirage and Jazz. Skylla won't be able to talk to him. Hopefully, she starts feeling lonely and comes to me for company.