Chapter 2 and it's so much longer then I had expected it to be. Phew, least it's finished.

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As I'm sure you have realised all the character's aren't doing their canony things, but sometimes it's nice to see them a bit differently.

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(Re-uploaded) as I have gone through and changed a few things in this chapter, hopefully making it a bit better.

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Despite it being late afternoon, it was almost pitch black outside. Thunder clouds didn't help the unfortunate conditions of winter as rain stormed along the roads and sidewalks. His mother's warnings had been right and Sonic could only make up so many excuses before they started to become unbelievable.

Opening the door to his home, the soaked and shivered hedgehog placed his back next to the coat rack, took off his shoes and shook like a stray dog, drenched from freezing water. His plan was to rush upstairs and dry off as quick as he could before anyone asked. No such luck, his mother was walking down the large stairway, saw him and walked over.

Bernadette was a very classy woman, worked in an art gallery as well as being the face for many charities. Anyone would think she was first lady by the way she behaved. Always wearing formal attire, a red skirt suit, heels and of course diamonds. Most notably her wedding ring and jeweled encrusted necklace that she valued over anything else in her life. Sonic often felt himself included.

His mother had only taken one look at him and she wasn't happy. "Sonic why are you wet, I told you to take your new coat!" she immediately scolded, her hand reaching out to feel how cold her son's cheeks were. His lips were almost as blue as his fur, he was freezing. Sonic was doing his hardest not to let it show however. "I wasn't t-that cold" he tried to lie, only to sneeze immediately afterwards, not helping his case.

"Don't give me that! You're filthy, and the maid has already gone home. Get in the bath before you cause a mess around here" she said, pushing him up towards the stairs.

"No mum please…"

Rolling her eyes, Bernadette was not in the mood for silly games, or in her eyes 'idiotic phobias' "For goodness sake child, the bath isn't going to kill you. Stop messing around before I get really annoyed with you. No go! Don't come down until you're clean!" she pushed him once again before the young teen winced but eventually made his way to the stairs.

Now he trembled for a different reason. He tried looking back to his mother for mercy but she had walked off into the sitting room, no doubt to be with her favourite children. Parents always say they don't have favourites, but sometimes they couldn't have made it more obvious if they tried. His parents were no different. With an older brother, twin sister and three younger sisters, they had a pretty big family. Yet it always felt like he must have been adopted… reluctantly. If not for his twin sister Sonia he would have believed it and all.

Sonic made his way to the bathroom and locked the door. There were three bathrooms in the house, one in his parent's room, the main bathroom, and this one which was more of a shower room as it didn't have a bath. This was the only one he would use. No one understood where his fear of water came from and his parents have tried almost everything to get him to join his sisters in the water whenever they went to the beach. The end result was always the same; cling to his mother for dear life until they left him alone.

It wasn't his fault though; his brother Axel was five years older than him and whatever he lacked in brain cells he made up for in strength and aggression. The girls were off limit, he had that much curtesy, but that meant only one person left to unload on, the only other boy in the family. How was he supposed to tell his parents that Axel held him under water in the river a few years back and he'd been terrified ever since?

Showers were all Sonic could manage, but even that took time. He originally planned and swearing off water altogether but it wasn't long until he stank to the point his father threw him in the garden and hosed him down. He was slowly getting better now though.

Still, Axel was never far away when he got home, so Sonic rushed to get himself cleaned, turned off the shower and dried himself with a towel, finally feeling warm again. With fresh soaks and gloves on, he ran down the stairs, and joined the small group in the sitting room.

It was the nicest part of the house, and his favourite when no one else was there. A roaring fire that could easily warm the house up, a large flat screen tv mounted on the wall and elegant paintings giving it a Victorian royalty feel, something his mother intended on when decorating. The reason he loved it however was because whenever his mother wasn't home, no one was allowed in that room without her permission. Thus, perfect hiding place was born. Sharing a room with his brother took its toll.

Sadly however, hiding was not on the cards tonight. Bernadette sat on the love seat reading a book while the four girls watched whatever chick flick they were enjoying. Despite being sisters, all of them couldn't have been more different. The oldest was Sonia, pink fur, very into her fashion and was the spoilt brat of the group. After her came Skyler, her fur was a lighter shade of purple then her mothers and she was defiantly the loudest, always ready to stir up trouble so long as she wasn't involved. After her was Sally, she was deep green with her hair brushed down. Their mother was very protective of her, she could do no wrong and she had their parents wrapped around her fingers. Though it was mostly because she had almost died during birth and hadn't been well for the first year. The youngest of them all was Sam, pink fur and at only three years old she already looked like she hated everyone.

Sonic could only guess that his parents were fond of names beginning with S', his brother was no different, his real name was Samuel, a name he hated and decided to go with Axel instead. It stuck after a while.

Thankfully his brother wasn't home yet. He spent the day with his dad at work and weren't due to come back for another ten minutes or so. As all the girls were occupied with something else to do, Sonic found an empty spot next to a globe of the world, made of marble. Bored, he spun the globe to see where it would land, his stomach growling like crazy as he hadn't eaten all day. No one paid any attention to him, expect for Sam who wanted to join in the 'fun'.

The cook was working away in the kitchen preparing dinner, and right on time the front door opened.

"Honey I'm home" a loud voice called out before his father walked into the sitting room, grinning as he saw his wife and handed her a bouquet.

"Jules, oh how lovely" she said dramatically, getting up and taking the flowers before they shared a kiss. Jules was a smooth talker, easily getting his own way and coming off clean in any situation. It's no wonder he's made it so far in life already. Look out for number one wasn't half of it.

"Children, I hope you've all been on your best behavior today" he charmed, talking mostly to the girls and they rushed over to hug him, hoping he had something for them as well.

It wasn't long until he joined the family. Axel looking like he had spent the whole day in a waiting room and was ready to punch someone… Note to self, sleep in Sonia's room.

"Sweetheart, how did you find it today?" his mother asked, pinching Axel's cheeks. He was quick to squirm and push her hands away, "It was fine" he mumbled. Jules slapped his arm around his shoulders, "Ah don't be so disheartened, it's not all paperwork and meeting with snotty lowlifes. Just wait till you argue your first case and get your first bonus, then law school will all be worth it."

Jules was one of those people who had followed his father's footsteps, leaned from his experience and perfected his arguments to the point he had more success and wealth then he should have. His success was so great that naturally he expected the same from his boys. Axel was willing, but would rather be slacking off then taking it seriously.

Sonic was a whole other story.

After everyone else had received their father's attention, Jules made his way to the blue boy sat next to the globe. He kneeled and ruffled his son's quills. "Hey Misery face, what you looking so down for?" he asked, still with his obnoxious smile. Skyler was happy to answer for him, "Maybe because he realised no one loves him" she laughed before her mother rolled her eyes, not making much of an effort to tell her off. Instead, now that all the children were back, she moved everyone to go into the dining room, as food was about to be served, leaving Sonic and Jules behind.

The father watched them leave before turning back to his son, "Don't worry, soon you'll get to watch your old man at work. I'll make you a lawyer out of you yet. Come on, bet someone's hungry" he teased, pinching his son's cheek.

Sonic couldn't have glared anymore if he wanted to, "Dad I'm not a child! Stop treating me like this!" he yelled before pushing past his father and leaving the room.

"Sonic come back here!"

"Go to hell."

As he walked into the dining room, ready to take his chair, Jules marched up behind up and snatched his arm, spinning him around slapping him on the side of his head. No one seemed phased by it. Bernadette said nothing while the children mocked about him getting in trouble.

Jules had no problem telling him off in front of everyone either. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, got it!" he spat, shaking Sonic by his arms. The young hedgehog didn't look him in the eyes, but nodding his head. When his dad didn't let him go, he whispered a small apology.

Satisfied, Jules let go and took his chair at head of the table. Unfortunately, Sonic had to sit in the chair next to his, with his brother being opposite. Jules may put on a show, but often or not he had a short fuse and Sonic could easily light it, unintentionally.

The youngest boy sat in silence, rubbing his head and sighing. He never knew when he was going to get hit or not, but it just upset him that he was the only one. None of the girls ever got slapped, or disciplined for that matter. Axel was the golden boy, first born and the favourite. Sonic was the mistake that came with an unusual talent that freaked out everyone. He needed to be 'controlled' they would say. Apparently, pain was the only way to do that.

"Anyway" Jules spoke up, a smile back on his face, "Let's not ruin this meal, how was your day?" he asked his wife. Sonic tuned the rest out. Everyone was talking and enjoying the food, while he kept his head down, not interested in anything but his food. He was starving at this point and the moment the plate hit the table, he dived in, shoving the meal in his mouth, uncaring of the mess he made. Spaghetti had never tasted so good!

"Wow slow down you freak, you're making me feel sick" his brother said, loudly. Great, and now their dad was getting involved. "Why are you eating so fast?" he asked, almost accusingly as he stared down at what was now an empty plate. Sonic only shrugged "I'm hungry… can I have more?"

Jules raised his brow, but allowed his son to get seconds. Before he had a chance to devour that portion however, the question came. "Did you eat your lunch?"

Sonic paused for a moment, feeling the tone of the room die down as they waited for him to answer. "Um… I lost it" he said, not making eye contact. Jules raised his brow, not believing a word, "How exactly do you lose your lunch?" he asked.

"It ugh... slipped out my bag."

"Really? Your lunch box that was at the bottom of your bag, underneath your coat and School books, fell out of a zipped up bag?" Sonic felt a bead of sweat fall from his brow. Nothing got past his lawyer of a father, and right now he felt like he was on trail. "I... I left my coat at home."

His mother was the one to argue with him now. "No you didn't. I made sure you and your sister had your new coats with you, especially as you refuse to get on the bus with her" she tuned back to Jules, "He wasn't even wearing it on the way home, he walked in the rain."

The kids were watching the argument unfold, finding it amusing whenever anyone got into trouble. Especially when their dad got angry.

"You walked home in the dark during a thunder storm? You idiot, anything could have happened to you. What were you thinking?" he yelled.

Sonic felt his heart start to race, "I-I'm sorry…"

"If you didn't want to get the bus then you should have rang someone!"

"I know I just…"

"What happened to your coat?!"

"I gave it away!"Silence lingered after his sudden outburst, but Sonic knew it wouldn't last long. Consciously his hand went to his mouth, wishing he hadn't panicked. But what was the point of lying? His dad always knew and he was a terrible liar.

"You gave your coat away?" Jules repeated, trying to work out what it was Sonic just said. "You mean the 799ring designer coat I bought for you, specially made and tailored to fit. And you gave it away?"

All eyes were on him and Sonic braced himself. This wasn't going to end well, he knew it, his dad knew it, the three-year-old knew it. There was no way to escape. No turning back time.

With a deep sigh, Sonic squeezed his hands in his lap, trembling ever so slightly, and not from the cold. "Before School I saw this guy sitting on the street. He looked really cold and he was hungry, he didn't have anywhere to go. I gave him my coat so he could be warm, as well as my lunch. He needed it more then I did and I just wanted to help him.

Just like that, the gates of hell had been opened.

Jules almost knocked his chair back as he stood up angrily, "Are you kidding me?! You went up to a complete stranger, who was hanging out in front of a School, and spoke to him? Was there at least people around?"

Sonic stared at his hands "... no."

The argument quickly escalated. "You stupid careless idiot! What is the matter with you? I work cases with people like this, you have any idea what sort of trouble you could have been in?"

"I was only trying to help!"

Jules was quickly loses it however, "Help what, getting yourself killed? That guy could have been anyone. I tell you kids all the time not to talk to strangers and you decide to just walk up to some lowlife homeless criminal! He could have been a murderer, or worse he could have been a pedophile, is that what you want? You want to be a sex slave?"

Sonic had enough. He slammed his hands against the table and stood up just like his father, angrily matching the man's glare. "What would you care?! You're the one who fights for people like that!"

A line had officially been crossed, and the argument was no longer amusing. Bernadette left her food on the table and told the girls to leave, taking them by the hand when they resisted. Axel looked back between his mother and father, but he didn't want to be in the firing line any more than they did, so he left, leaving the two alone.

Jules's temper was flaring, and he was not one to be disrespected. "How dare you! You ungrateful brat, you should be thankful that I do my job well. You have a life most children can only dream of. If you really want to help then why don't you start by being grateful for what you've got!"

However, Sonic wasn't one to back down either. "Grateful? For this? You're taking away my dreams and forcing me to do what you do, why would anyone be grateful for that?"

"I'm giving you a chance in this life! And a pretty damn good one at that! You're lucky you're even still here, anyone else would have sent you off to the military research lab!"

"Oh well thank you dad, thank you for actually doing what you're supposed to do as a father, it's only thing you've done right since I was born!"

"That's it, you need to clean your mouth out!" The arguments had gotten out of hand and it wasn't about who could yell the loudest anymore. Jules grabbed Sonic's wrist and pulled him out of the room.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Sonic screamed out, fighting as his father dragged him towards the stairs. He knew what was going to happen and he didn't want to go through it again. Soap in his mouth while being threatened with a bath filled up with water. His father always used fear as a punishment. Sadly, this one always worked.

Not wanting to go through that trauma again, Sonic dug his heels in the ground, putting as much weight as he could. When that didn't work, he kicked out, giving his father a struggle. But the man wasn't giving in easily. Jules pulled him back, lurching Sonic forward and grabbing around his stomach, trying to lift him in the air. However Sonic's feet were running along the floor, trying to get himself as far away as he could. Only, his legs were a lot stronger then most thirteen-year-old's. The more he ran against the floor, the harder his father found it to hold him back. At this point Jules was sweating just trying to drag the boy towards the stairs. It was a game of tug of war and the quicker Sonic was running to pull himself away, the more Jules was ignoring the warning sign. As Sonic's feet raced, starting to become a blur, smoke was burning against the floor boards.

At that moment, his younger sister Sally ran out the kitchen, Skyler chasing her. As the arguing had stopped, everyone had feel it safe to move around again. This however, no one saw coming.

Sonic pulled himself free from his father, but he went to fast. A lightning bolt struck across the room… directly into Sally.

The girl screamed in pain as she was thrown into a glass cabinet with priceless ornaments, everything shattering on top of her. She was covered in scratches, glass piercing her flesh.

Sonic stood in horror, his hands shaking as all he saw was blood. His father was straight there, picking the screaming girl up in his arms and comforting her as much as he could. His mother rushed out, panicked by the screams and burst into tears when she saw her precious little girl. Skyler ran back into the kitchen to tell her sisters and brother, frightened and crying at what she saw her Sonic do.

She just… wouldn't stop crying…

He couldn't take it anymore. Sonic ran upstairs, using his curse to do so. He had to get away! He had to leave!

Sonic ran into his room, heart pounding and head spinning out of control. Tears fell down his cheeks but he didn't care. The door was slammed close and he pushed the chest of draws along the room so that he was barricaded in. He shared this room with his brother… and he knew what would happen tonight. Axel looked for any opportunity to put him in his place. He said he was dangerous... everyone said it. His mother and father… they were afraid of him, and this is why!

Sonic fell to his knees, hands gripping his ears as he cried, sobbing over what he had done. Why did he have to fight? Why couldn't he have just done as he was told?

All because he wanted to help people… because he helped that stupid guy outside the School. If he hadn't been there none of this would have happened!

No… Who was he kidding? It was a matter of time before this would have happened. This was completely his fault. He almost killed his baby sister, and his family was never going to forgive him for this. Sally would never feel safe around him, none of them would. He had worked so hard trying to get his father's trust, praying that doing so would mean getting to choose his own path in life. But ever since he said no to the summer project… everything had fallen apart.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't take this anymore.

Sonic couldn't be perfect when he was so far from it.

He got up from the floor and wiped his eyes, but it didn't prevent fresh tears from falling. He looked around the room that he shared with his brother. It was big and full of memories… only none of them were pleasant. Just memories of pain, ridicule, and torment.

His family. They were seen as so close and happy… but just not with him.

A shakey breath filled his lungs, and Sonic knew what he had to do.

He walked to his bed and pulled a brown rucksack from under his bed. His room was filled with so much stuff, gifts from his father, expensive toys and latest gadgets, yet all he placed in his bag was a torch, spare gloves and soaks, and a framed photo of his family. That was all he needed. But in the back of his mind, there was something else he wanted to take with him, which normally he would never dream of taking. But why should he care now?

Sonic walked to his brother's side of the room, and opened the closet. Inside he looked around until he found it. An old, red hooded jacket that he hadn't warn in years.

It all suddenly hit him now, and the realisation was becoming too much to bare. He was never going to see his family again.

With a bitter sob, Sonic held the jacket to his face and cried into it. His brother was never nice to him, except for once where a bully had pushed him to the ground, and his brother found him outside upset. He let him wear his jacket for the rest of the day, knowing how much Sonic loved it. It was the only memory Sonic would have that made him believe his brother did care, even just a little.

Lifting his face and staring out the window, Sonic hugged the jacket close to his heart. He knew he would have to go. He could stay where he didn't belong. What he would do or where he would go he was unsure, but anywhere was better than this.

There was just one last thing he needed to do.

Taking a pen and a piece of paper out from the draw of his desk, he sat down on the floor.

Only two words were written on that piece of paper. He had folded it in half and grabbed his bag, the jacket still firmly in his hands. Unbarring the door, there was no one outside ready to hurt him. So, Sonic took his chance, and went to the room of his parents. He could still hear his sister crying down the stairs while Axel's voice shouted about how he'd kill him.

Sonic couldn't listen to it, he had to block it out. He snuck into his parent's room, being as quiet as possible. He placed the note on the pillow of the bed, making sure it would be seen.

The last thing he did was go to his father's brief case. Opening it, he found what he needed. The wallet. Sonic took everything that was inside. The ring notes that always padded out the wallet further then it should have, he stole it all.

With one last look around the room, the young hedgehog hesitated.

But he knew… he knew what he had to do.

"… goodbye" he whispered, before leaving through the window, never planning to come back.


And there's chapter 2 done. Yes, I am that sad, I brought back the hoodie from my last story. I can't help it, Sonic in a hoodie is adorable. Anyway, thank you if you've read this far down, I hope the story is worth continuing with. Please leave a review letting me know what you think, what you'd like to see and any suggestions.

Thank you guys for the support and I hope you have enjoyed so far. To be continued!