Save my heart (Sunstreaker)

* Chapter 22. The phone call *

Sunstreaker twirled my hair between his fingers as he sat beside me, watching over my shoulder as I was playing a game on my phone. The entire day, he's being creepily close. So close it actually started to freak me out a little bit. It doesn't matter where I go, he's always following me around. This morning, he was hovering over me, he told me he loved to watch me sleep. Honestly, I started to doub my decision to move in here with him. He's so obsessive. 'Sunny, why are you looking over my shoulder the entire time?' I asked. 'It's my house, I can do whatever I wan,' he replied firmly. I raised a brow and sat back against the backrest of the couch. 'Unless you tell me to piss off,' he said. I shook my head, 'no, you're just walking after me the entire day,' I said. He shrugged, 'rested his head on my lap. 'I just like to know what you are up to and what you are doing,' he replied possesively.

'Ah, right,' I mumbled and brought my hand to his cheek. 'You are getting creepier with the day, Sunstreaker,' I said. He shrugged and got up, grabbing his jacket of the chair. 'I am going back to base. I have some things to take care of,' he replied. 'Killing related or like... real work?' I asked. 'Killing is real work for me. No, I am not going to kill anyone. Not yet. Optimus asked for me,' he replied. 'When will you be back?' I asked. 'Tonight, you better have dinner ready,' he sulked. 'What do you want to eat then?' I asked. 'I don't care... pasta?' he asked. I nodded, 'make sure it's good and don't mess up or I will cut off a finger. I want my food to be perfect and I won't let anyone mess it up,' he snapped. I gulped. He's not bluffing by the looks of it. 'Alright,' I mumbled. I am not a very good cook and I am not sure if he likes my food. I can like it but perhaps he doesn't like it as much.'

I got up as well and pressed a kiss on his cheek. 'What are you going to do?' he asked. 'Calling my  mom I think,' I sighed. He nodded and embraced me briefly before walking over to the garage door. I sat down on the couch again, listening to the sound of his engine fading in the background. Before I could diael my mom's number I got an phone call from Lennox. 'Sir.' I said, sitting back on the couch. 'Good afternoon, Paige. I was wondering how you are doing. Can you come back to the base today?' I asked. 'I am doing better. My wounds are healing nicely. Sunstreaker just left the house, I'll be at the base tomorrow,' I said. He fell silent. 'Lennox?'

'Where are you exactly?' he asked. 'At Sunstreaker's place, why? He asked me to move in with him,' I replied. 'You need to get out of there,' he said. 'Why? He offered me, I didn't force him. I didn't even know he had house like this,' I said. 'He's going to kill you,' he said. I raised a brow, 'kill me?' I asked. 'Is watching you? Being around you a lot and using his psycho charms?' he asked. 'Uhm, isn't that normal?' I asked. 'I mean... is he around you the entire time?' he asked. 'The entire day now, I moved in the other day,' I replied. 'He's going to kill you,' he repeated. 'On what are you basing that?' I asked. 'Sunstreaker is playing a sick game with everyone. You think you know him but you don't know him at all. You are just falling in his trap like many others before you,' he said. 'Many others? What are you talking about?'

'Sunstreaker seems to have a hate towards females. He asks girls, like you to come over or move in and no one ever made it out alive. We allowed him to have his own place because we thought it would give him some peace. He just hates girls so much that he's killing them whenever he cane. You're not an expectation. He's narsistic and psychotic. He's one of Cybertrons most dangerous serial killers. You can't just change a mech like him, Paige.'
I had never realized how dangerous Sunstreaker actually is. 'Alright, I-- I get it,' I sighed. 'Follow my advice, Paige, Sunstreaker isn't the mech you think he is,' he said before he hung up. I sighed and stared at the TV for some time. Maybe he's right but I just didn't want to believe it. Sunstreaker has always been my obession and now I am sharing a home with him.

That evening, I had cooked and waited for the mech to arrive. Perhaps I should have left already but I somehow didn't. The mech walked through the garage door and sat down, looking at me. 'How was it?' I asked quietly. Sunstreaker was mad, I saw it the way he looked at me. 'Not really good,' was all he said before he grabbed his plate and grabbed food from the pan. 'You'd like to talk about it?' I asked. 'No.' I grabbed after him and ate in silence. 'Have you called your mom?' he asked after some time. 'She's still ghosting my phonecalls. She did texted me but... she said she's busy and doesn't want to talk right now,' I replied. 'Something bothering you?' he asked, obviously noticing my mood. 'No, I am fine but I can better ask you that question,' I replied.

'Lennox... he called you, didn't he?' he asked. I cocked my head to the side while he stared dead through my soul. 'He did... how do you know?' I asked. 'I know everything...' he growled. 'I already know you're a psychopath and serial killer... that's not new and he called me to ask when I could come back to the base,' I said. 'He really starts to annoy me lately, Paige,' he sighed before popping some food in his mouth. 'He was only warning me,' I said. 'Hmm, you can't leave obviously,' he said darkly. 'He's right... I am playing a sick game with you. If you leave it means I can open the hunt and catch you. When I do, I will skin you alive, slowly and make sure you will feel everything I do. That's my warning,' he snapped. I raised my hands in peace, 'I haven't left, didn't I?' I asked. 'That surprises me,' he mumbled without looking.

'I rather get killed by you than another psychopath.' Sunstreaker perked his head up. 'You want me to kill you?' he snorted. 'I have always admired you... even far before I knew how dangerous you are. Isn't it my choice to be around you? If you kill me than it's my own fault but at least I get killed by you,' I said. "You keep surprising me, Paige,' he sighed. 'And you told me I am creepy,' he mocked. I chuckled and popped some food in my mouth. 'Is it good? I realized that I actually suck at cooking. Pasta isn't that hard but if you are going to request more complicated things I might need to watch Youtube video's,' I mocked. "It's good, don't worry. I am going to request more complicated things but... I don't mind teaching you,' he said. 'Really? I would really appreciate,' I said. 'You scored points today,' he said, grabbing more fun.

'I know...' I purred and smirked. 'Don't get arrogant now, Chatty.' I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Sunstreaker stared at me after he finished and watched me closely. When I finished, he settled on the couch and I cleaned up the table and counter. 'Chatty?' I hummed and turned. 'Come here.' I slowly walked up to him. 'Sit down. I want you to massage my feet.'
I sat down and Sunny placed his feet on my lap. He made himself comfortable and watched me remove his socks. I started massaging him while watching TV.  'Do you think people will suspect a thing if they see my face?' Sunny glanced at me again. 'Are you afraid they will ask questions of bully you?' he asked. 'Little bit of both I guess,' I mumbled and met his eyes. 'Just some foundation and you won't see anything. At least, if you don't know you have been beaten up like a punchbag,' he said. 'I hate my father...'

'Yeah... me too,' he whispered. 'Is he the reason why you started killing people?' Sunstreaker sighed. 'I don't know honestly. It's like... one day I just started killing people. It's a feeling. A feeling that I want to hurt people. It's really hard for you to understand I guess. I just want to see them suffer and winch in pain, screaming out for help. I love that power... I have wondered if I am born with it and that's the reason why my dad hated me so much or because he made me a monster,' he replied. I stopped for a moment, 'I don't think your born this way... you know what I think?' He shook his head. 'I think that you are scared to loose control again and get hurt. You never talk about it but I am pretty sure that what happened to you is still fresh in your mind like it happened yesterday. You try to forget but when people get angry with you, you're scared that they will hurt you even they have never hurt you. It's a fear deep down because your father hurt you over and over again to break your spirit. Perhaps at some point he succeeded and you felt hopeless and not understood.'

'My father was a horrible mech. In any perspectives and it did left scars...' Sunstreaker sat up straight and looked very seriously. 'I am gonna tell you something, but you need to promise to never talk about it with anyone, especially not my brother, okay?' I nodded and made an 'X' on my heart area. 'I have cried... last week. I woke up at nights and I just started crying. I just don't know why... I didn't even had a nightmare but I just started crying and couldn't stop. I got angry with myself. It's a sign of weakness and psychopaths aren't supposed to cry. Usually, I don't feel anything but hate, envy, jealously and the strong desire to kill. I have never cried after we were thrown onto the strees. Do you think something is wrong with me?' he asked. It surprised me he pointed out his concerns to me. 'I don't think something is wrong with you, Sunstreaker,' I said and smiled.

'It's sadness. Nothing is wrong with feeling it and even for a man, it's not a big deal to feel sad once in a while,' I said. 'I am supposed to be fearless and strong,' he muttered. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. Sunstreaker's arms sneaked around my waist and hold me for some time until he pulled back. I rested my hand on his cheek and rubbed softly with my thumb. 'It's not bad. I like it when guys show their emotions and even you don't feel much, you still feel something. You're not made out of steal. Even serial killers do have feelings,' I said. He snorted but accepted my answer and let go of me.