Fell in love with a psychopath (2)✔️

Chapter 18. Galloway

"What do you want Prowl?"

"Another death."
I looked up as he showed me some photos. "Thank you for showing me this at six in the morning during my breakfast," I mocked sarcastically and pushed my plate away. "Who's that?" I asked and looked away while Prowl sat down in front of me. "His name was Kyle."
"Kyle?" I asked. He nodded. "His tongue is missing." I raised a brow. "Missing?" I asked. He nodded and looked at the photos himself. "What do you think?" He asked. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Your help maybe. Just think, do something."

"I am not a detective, Prowl. It's your job not mine." He gave me a look. "Who shot you?" He asked. "A man, I thought he was bluffing and he wasn't. I wasn't even at the base," I snapped. "You're in trouble if you're lying." I glared at him. "I am not lying, Prowl," I sighed. "Alright." He collected the photos and got up. "Don't miss the debriefing at ten O'clock." I rolled my eyes, "yes, sir."

I did some small chores for Ironhide and Mirage. Especially Mirage. His office was a mess and I offered him to clean it up. I walked into the archive which was quiet dark to my surprise and I fell over something at the bottom. I hissed in pain and moved away. All the files fell over the ground. Quickly, I tried to search for them but instead, I grabbed something else. I let out a scream and hit the aisle behind me.

I had no idea what it was but that wasn't a file or table. It was pitch black, I couldn't see anything down here. I hoisted myself up and searched for the light switch. Apparently, I had found Kyle's tongue. I picked it up, "ew, gross," I scowled and left.

"Ratchet!"

He hummed, not alarmed at all. "Look what I found. Not something you would actually store the archive." The CMO turned around and sighed. He grabbed a metal bowl and I dropped the tongue. Quickly, I washed my hands twice. "Let me have a look at your injuries," he said and gestured me to sit down. "I feel fine." He hummed and sat me down anyway. I removed my shirt and let him have a look. "Who treated your shoulder?" He asked. "I did."

"You did? You cut the bullet out yourself?" He asked. I nodded. There's no change anyone will believe me a killer removed it. "Yeah... I did it myself," I muttered and sat back. He hummed and shook his head. "Were you in a fight? Your hands a bruised, probably from punching someone," he said. "I had..." I sulked. Ratchet treated me before he released me from the medbay and joined the debriefing too long after.

"Skylar, sit down."

What on earth is Galloway doing here? A little uncomfortable, I sat down. No one told me he would joining today as well. Galloway slammed his fist on the table next to me. "Hi, nice to see you too," I grumbled. He slammed my head into the wooden table. "Galloway!" Optimus jumped back on his feet. I shook my head and gritted my teeth. "Skylar––" Prowl warned as I reached for Sunstreaker's knife.

I felt a warm substance drip down my head. "Should we believe her? She should have been locked up in a mental institution already," he snapped and glared daggers at me. "I had to join for this," I spat out. "Sit down, Sky," Optimus ordered. Slowly, I sat back down. "She never should have returned in the first place," Galloway added with a growl. "You know... I should have asked Sunstreaker to kill you. I never liked to watch, but I would have loved to see him rip you apart," I snarled. "Enough, Skylar," Ironhide warned. "Are you really that stupid? Last meeting you told everyone Sunstreaker would be alive," he scoffed.

I felt my hands shake in anger. "We are dealing with a copycat," he snapped. "Then who do you suspect, asshole," I snapped. "You." My eyes widened. "Me?! Do you seriously think I am able to saw someone in pieces?" I hissed and jumped back on my feet. "You are the only who has seen Sunstreaker kill and who was with him nearly all day long. Maybe he pushed you to kill people back then you returned. Before you came here, nothing was wrong and now..." I got up and punched his face, breaking his nose. "I am going back home." I slammed the door shut behind me and collected quickly some stuff.

I threw everything in the Lamborghini and drove off. I drove for an hour and started to notice a problem with the car. I pulled up in a gas station before the engine died. "What the--" I tried to start the engine again. "Damn it," I scowled and hopped out, sitting down on the hood for a moment. "Stupid car..." I kicked against the tire before walking off towards the ladies restroom, washing the blood of my forehead.

I also bought some food and settled down on the hood, eating. I calmed down a bit from what happened. All the adrenaline faded and pain washed over me. The wound in my shoulder had reopened and my head was throbbing. I shivered from the cold and hopped back in the car to protect myself from the wind. I tried to start the car and after trying twice the car finally started. "thank you," I scowled sarcastically and hit the highway again.

That night, I ended up in a motel. I took a shower before I laid in bed, curling up. I wanted to keep driving but I was tired and my head was hurting quite a lot. I fell in a restless slumber. I was awoken by a voice, a voice that was oddly familiar but didn't recognize. "Skylar... wake up." I felt something warm in my neck. As I fully woke up, the feeling was still there but no one was in the room.