Sparks || TRANSFORMERS (2007)

3

It was past midnight, when I was woken up by Sam calling me.

I swore underneath my breath before answering
"Sam it's after midnight-
"Hello, Hello Y/N! My car's being stolen!'
"What?" I jumped up from bed before remembering my father was just across the hall. I stepped outside on the balcony
"What? What's happening?"
"It's. My.Car. " Sam said, in short rapid breaths. "Someone's stolen it."
"Sam, where are you, I can barely hear you?"
"I'm following him. In pursuit. I don't know where He's going."
"Sam you're following the guy who stole your car?!

Seriously? He doesn't know whose behind the wheel, what if its a mass murderer or something.

"Duh. That thing cost me $4000 dollars. No shit I'm following it."
"Yeah, but you could get hurt you ass. Just, stay on the line."
I said, walking back inside my room to get one of my blankets. I sat down on my basketweaved chair.
"I don't know where he's going, Y/N."
"Did you call the police?"
"What do you take me for? Of course I called the police. I'm not going in without backup."

I rolled my eyes. Looks like he would need a lot of it.

"Oh shit. He just drove into the old railway station."

Weird place for a crook to decide to get away. I heard a short bang sound, before Sam said
"I just dropped my bike down,I'm following him on foot Y/N.
"Be careful. Stay on the line."
"I will."

Another screeching sound and I reckoned it was a train passing on the tracks. A few more sounds od silent, except for Sam's footsteps and his troubled breaths. Then it all stopped.

"Oh shit, Y/N."
"Sam?! What's wrong?"
"You're not gonna believe this."
"Lemme put you on hold-
"Sam, no."
"Just for one minute, Y/N."
"Sam it's not sa-"

Beep.

I sighed, tapping my foot anxiously.

A small beep. I sighed, tapping my foot against the railing anxiously.

In what I thought was the longest minute ever, Sam called me back.

"Y/N?"
"Oh Sam thank God. What the hell happened."
"I can't explain right now, Y/N. Just know if I don't make it, I love you."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean if you don't make it? What's going on-
"Shh!" He whispered.

Then I heard loud barking, and Sam taking off.

"Y/N there's a killer dog chasing me!"

"Actually there's two!" He yelled "No! No! No! No!"

"Sam?! Get out of there!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"My God."  He whispered before screaming again "No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog!"

I heard a couple light thumps
"Oh my God. Y/N there's nowhere to run. I'm on top of some metal thingy."

Then he was yelling again.
"Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa! All right! Oh! No! No!"

"Sam?!" I stood up, heading to my closet to put my jacket on. I was breaking rule #3 but I didn't care. Sam was in danger. Serious danger. I pressed the phone close to my ear before hearing an engine rev.

"Okay. Please, please don't kill me! I'm sorry!"

That didn't sound good.

"Take the keys! I don't want them! Car's yours!"

I opened my bedroom door.

"Y/N it's the police." I sighed in relief
"OK Sam. Just tell them what happened."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Listen, listen, listen. Good, you're here."

I take off my jacket, but instead of asking Sam if he's OK, the officer demands to see Sam's hands.

"No, no, no, no! It's not me!"

"Let me see your hands.'

"The guy's inside!"

"Shut up!" My mouth gasped at the officer's rudeness.
"Sam?!"

"Walk towards the car. Put your head on the hood."

"You're under arrest, sir. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say..."

The officer's voice is drowned out by frantic thoughts. Sam just got arrested, and his car is missing. How could a day that ended so great, have another day that begins so shitty.