Fell in love with a psychopath (2)✔️

Chapter 25. The truth

Whiplash marched downstairs again. I hadn't seen him for quite a while. Couple of hours have passed since he told me the story. "I am not going to do anything for you!" I sneered. "I know..." he said, grabbing a few things. "You can't blackmail me either," I snarled. "Hmm," he wasn't interested. I became quiet, "you do whatever you want to do," he said, glancing at me. I raised a brow at his strange statement. "I don't understand..." he laughed coldly. "There's so much waiting for you," he said, brushing a strand from my face. "My son's Energon is literally flowing through your veins, huh?" he mocked before walking off. I pulled at the chains but there was no friction. I had no idea what he had planned for me, what he wanted me to do. To me it looked like he didn't even have a plan.

Whiplash returned twenty minutes later, "ready to go?" he asked, removing the chains and dragging me with him. I groaned in pain and frustration as he dragged me up the stairs towards his alt-mode. "I am not going to do anything!" I shouted. "You do whatever you do, okay?" he asked. I tried to figure out what he had in store for me, I just couldn't figure it out. Whiplash drove for hours until he came to a stop in a gas station next the highway. "Go on." he opened his door for me. I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was for real or not. He was for real so I hopped out and ran off as quickly as I could towards a city that was only a few miles away from where Whiplash had dropped me off. I was so confused. Why capture me and then release me?

I looked around me before I calmed down a little bit and started walking instead of running. I have nowhere to go, he's right about that. One phone call the cops will most likely get me and arrest me for first and second degree murder. I needed a plan. Obviously, Whiplash wants to do something and although I didn't quite understand what was in it for him, it was important. I walked down the street and kept checking my surroundings for any Decepticon activity before I crossed the street. I didn't even know where I was. Probably not too far from New York city. I sat down for a moment, catching my breath and giving myself the opportunity to rest and think about my next step. Surprisingly enough, I got away with this better than I thought, but what now?

"Oh, Sunny... I wish you were here," I mumbled, looking up at the sky for a moment. I sucked in a breath before I got up and started walking again. I didn't want to stay for too long on the same spot. That's too dangerous. Slowly, the sun started to settle already, and I didn't feel comfortable walking over the streets, all alone at night. When it was nearly fully dark, I took not of how quiet it was, the only thing I heard were some cars here and there. Also the engine of a very powerful V12. I turned my head a little to see a car, Aventador SVJ Roadster, yellow pull up next to me. Of course my first thought was Sunny, but I was wrong. A man hopped out around the age of 25. HIs eye balls were pitch black. Exactly what Whiplash had predicted.

Many questions popped up in my head. Why if he knew where this mech was, didn't he go after him? Why was it so important I had to meet this mech? The man walked up to me and trapped me between the walls. He reminded me of Sunstreaker in some way. "We finally met... big surprise to see you here," he said, reaching for my face. My breathing hitched as he brushed some strands off my face. "Are you afraid of me? Do you know who I am?" he asked. I was shaking and not able to respond vocably. "It's rude not to respond," he said, cocking his head to the side and smirking a little. "I don't know what your name is," I mumbled, my breathing hitched as he leaned in and sniffed. "Hmm, you smell just as good as I thought you would when I first saw you," he said and stepped back. "Please, hop in. We have a lot to discuss."

It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Even if I tried to get away, he would catch me sooner or later and be less nice. I walked over to his alt-mode and hopped in under his watch. "You'd like to tell me what you are doing here? THe last person I thought I would see was you," he said. I glanced at him as he hopped in as well. "I have been following you for years..." he said, driving off. "Years?" I asked. "Yeah, when I saw you... I was obsessed with you. Just a lovely lady, how can you bot be obsessed with that?" he asked. "Stalking you wasn't enough for me... I wanted you," he said. I hummed and fiddled nervously with my hand. "I haven't seen you before," I said quietly. "Unfortunately not... I mean, I killed your parents, hoping to get my hands on you but instead you moved to Washington DC." I gasped and looked at him. His personality changed in just a few seconds.

"I can't believe you ran off to that stupid yellow idiot!" he sneered. I fliched. "I have even changed my alt-mode but you were obsessed with Sunstreaker," he spat out and glared daggers at me. "Now you are mine!" he sneered. He drove off towards an old warehouse where he parked and dragged me with him, cuffing me to a metal pipe. He studied me for a moment. He's obsessed with me, just like Sunstreaker had once been. "I'm much better than Sunstreaker anyway," he growled and turned around. "What's your name?" I asked quietly. "Dreadraid," he said. I hummed and watched him approach me again. "You are mine."

"I hate Sunstreaker for stealing my femme," he scowled and turned around. "We have met, but you don't remember it," he said. I raised a brow. "We did?" I asked. "Yes, we have met before," he said. "You had an accident, remember that?" he asked. I became quiet and started to think about an accident but couldn't remember. "You got hit by a car..." he said. I looked back at him. "I saved your life," he added. "I was there in the hospital as well... your parents were out of town," he finished. "I can't remember," I mumbled. Dreadraid growled and grabbed my throat, slamming me against the wall. "I was with you!" he shouted. "I believe you... I believe you but I can't remember," I whispered. "All you can think about is the twins," he spat out. "Why do you hate them so much?" I asked. "That's not any of your damn business but I know that Sunstreaker will never be able to get to you again!" he shouted. I flinched and watched him turn around. "You are mine! Finally!" he sneered and stormed off.