I moved out of the United States to Europe. I've been traveling a lot. Spain, Italy, Germany, Greece, Belgium, France, the Netherlands. I had settled here and there, but I never found any peace. Everywhere I went was I looking over my shoulder, scared to face Sunstreaker or Dreadraid. The change he'll find me here isn't big. He probably still thinks I am the United States and is looking for me there. I somehow did miss him. He has always played a major role in my life and losing him again is hard but probably the best choice I could make.

The train came to a stop and I hopped out. I am still bonded with Sunstreaker. That will always be that way. Although, I have been trying to get closer to Carlos. A guy from Spain I met on my journey. He's the complete opposite of what Sunstreaker was. Gentle, carrying, understanding, patient. He's a nice guy but yet I couldn't stop thinking about Sunstreaker. Sometimes I wondered if I will be thinking about him forever. After all, I stopped aging. I don't grow any older and Carlos does. I never told him about my past with Sunstreaker or the Autobots. He had no idea.

Recently, we were in Paris. He had some business here and I joined because I loved Paris. 'Bonjour madame,' the waitress said as she halted. 'Bonjour,' I replied back. 'You'd like done French bread,' she asked. 'Oui, thank you.' The lady walked off. I looked at the Eifel tower a little further away.

Carlos told me to see a therapist. Due to everything that had happened, I build up anxiety and became a bit anti-social. Sometimes I would have these severe panic attacks. To maintain them, I got some medicines. Carlos had no idea. The man in front of me took a sip of his wine. 'You're okay?' He asked. 'Yeah, I am fine,' I said and smiled, taking a sip of my soda. I don't drink alcohol.

'You seem to be somewhere else lately,' he said. I shrugged, 'I had to think off someone,' I said. 'You're ex?' He asked. 'That's a closed chapter.'
'But sometimes you do think about him,' he said. I gave a small nod. 'We have a bit of a history but he was also very dominant and dangerous. He's a psychopath and narcist.'
Carlos slightly tilted his head. 'A psychopath?' He repeated. 'A serial killer. He and his half brother have done a lot of things that still hunts me sometimes,' I said honestly.

'Did you go the police?'

'No, I couldn't. He works for the military so I left them to deal with him,' I said. 'Was it hard to break up with him?' I shrugged. 'Well, in certain way it was... I was five weeks pregnant. It was an accident but he went mad and slice open my stomach. He killed the baby. I wanted to keep it but he didn't. He said I had to obey him and if I wouldn't, he would hurt me. That's exactly what he did.'

'I know understand why you look over your shoulder so many times,' he said. I shrugged again and slumped back in the chair. 'My family were killed by his half brother. I figured that out later when he kidnapped me. He killed and ate humans. He said he loved it and forced me to do the same, or he would cut off a limb and eat it.' Carlos shivered. 'My ex saved me and it went back and forth like for a while. I was vulnerable and dealing with two psychopaths was hard.'

'I am sorry that happened to you,' he said. I waved my hand. 'Like you said, it's a closed chapter,' I replied. He nodded and sipped from his wine. 'Is that the reason you moved out of the United States?' He asked. 'I had no other choice,' I added. 'That's crazy,' he sulked. I shrugged and looked at the Eifel tower again.

Carlos left that evening for work and I stayed in the hotel room, watching some TV. My French is still not the greatest but I am capable of understanding most of it. I felt my phone vibrate. Sideswipe. I haven't spoken to him for a very long time.

Siders: Hey sweetspark, how are you doing?
Me: Hey Sides! I am doing great. What about you?

He read the message but didn't reply instantly. I stared at my screen for a moment before I laid it down and stared back at the TV. He's probably busy and messaging me while he's not supposed to message. I felt my phone vibrate again.

Siders: I am doing perfectly fine. Quite busy lately. What have you been up these last 14 months?

Me: I have been traveling a lot. Seen a lot of countries and I keep traveling.

Siders: Ah, nice. Which countries have you seen for so far?'

Me: You'd like to call?
Siders: Sorry, I can't right now
Me: Can we call later today? I want to hear your voice.
Siders: I think we can
Me: Great!
Siders: I will call you

That was the last message I got from him. A little confused I stared at the screen. Guess he's busy with something. Two hours later, I got a phone call. I picked up. 'Hey, Sides,' I chirped. 'Hi.' I have been around the twins long enough to know that this isn't Sideswipe. Sunstreaker's voice was slightly different. Not hearable for most people but I heard it. After all, he's my ex.

'How have you been?' He asked. Did he really think I wouldn't notice it. 'I have been great,' I said. I decided not to let him know I know he's not Sideswipe. 'Where are you now?' He asked. 'Sweden,' I lied. 'Ah, is it beautiful?' He asked. 'It is. How are you doing?' I asked. 'It could've been better, but I am fine,' he replied. 'Anyway, I was more curious about you,' he said. I hummed, 'well, I am doing great. Traveled the last 14 months, seen great things,' I trailed off. 'Glad you liked it.'

Sunny didn't mean a single thing of what he just said. He sounded jealous, angry and frustrated. 'You said you could've been better,' I said. 'Thanks to you, I had to undergo a operation,' he snapped. There it is. He lost it. 'You ripped me open, killed the baby and tortured me for days. I think I was quite nice honestly,' I said. Sunstreaker growled, 'I've been in the medbay for a week. Everything was swollen and painful. Do you have any idea how painful it was for my ego!' He sneered. 'You said you rather castrate yourself than have a baby. Perhaps I did you a favor,' I mocked. 'Everything works perfectly fine but not thanks to you,' he snapped. 'I bet.'

'Why are you in Sweden! Can't you come home. This nonsense took long enough and my spark hurts,' he grumbled. He didn't sound like he was manipulating me but was bloody serious. My heart was painful for months as well. Sometimes I had those painful stabs. 'I forgot about what you did to me and you forget about what happened to you,' he said. The door opened and Carlos walked in. A smiled at him. 'Hi, honey.'

'Who's that?' Sunstreaker questioned. I slid off the bed and walked over to the balcony. 'I moved on, Sunstreaker. I left with a reason,' I said. 'What do you mean!' He spat. 'I moved on, that's what I mean,' I said. 'Who's the guy, Skylar!' He shouted. I looked at Carlos as he removed his shirt. 'My boyfriend,' I replied. There was a silence.

'Boyfriend?' He growled. The hate and jealously visible in his voice. 'I am sorry, but you hurt me too much,' I said. 'You ruptured my testicle! But I still want you! What on earth, Skylar,' he screamed. I flinched. 'You hurt me just as much,' he snapped. 'Physically...' I snapped. 'Yeah and mentally. It was so embarrassing for me,' he snapped. 'Psychopaths don't feel embarrassment,' I said. 'It was the closest I have felt to embarrassment, okay,' he snapped. He was serious about it. 'You passed out, I didn't until Ratchet put me under anesthesia,' he sulked.

I rolled my eyes. 'He's not barbaric, he would've given you painkillers,' I said. He snorted. 'We are still bonded and I miss you,' he said quietly. This time, his voice didn't sound angry or jealous but genuine. 'Do you ever think about me?' He asked. I brushed some hair from my face while glancing at the Eifel tower. 'Skylar?' He asked. 'Sometimes,' I replied honestly. 'We can work things out,' he said.

'I am sorry, Sunstreaker. I have moved on, maybe you should do the same,' I said. 'But you can't live without me. You love me to death, regardless what happened,' he said. It was true but I also tried to be realistic. 'I know exactly how you feel right now... you're in conflict with yourself. Just— if you come back to me, I promise I will never hurt you again,' he said. Now he was manipulating me. 'I am sorry.'

'Tell me, Skylar... how many dreams do you have about me? How much do you think about me? How much do you glance at yellow Lamborghini's?' He asked. Quite a lot but I ain't going to tell him that. 'I don't look at yellow cars and I don't dream about you,' I snapped. 'No?' He taunted. I looked at my nails. 'No,' I sulked. 'Doesn't sound like it,' he scoffed. I rolled my eyes. 'You're my mate and it will always stay that way,' he stated. 'We were,' I corrected. He laughed coldly. 'No, we still are,' he mocked. 'Jackass,' I scowled. 'You still have the hots for me,' he purred.

'You nearly killed me and killed our child,' I snapped. 'The thing was only 5 weeks old. Get over it,' he mocked. 'Well, stop these nonsense. I expect you home next week,' he stated. 'Forget about it, Sunstreaker. I don't ever want to see you again,' I snapped and disconnected the call.