(A/N: I've written this chapter quite a few times, I wasn't really sure in what direction I wanted to go in with this chapter, but i think this sums up the toxic relationship between Sonic and Amy quite nicely. Hope you enjoy!)


Amy was running her hands through her loose curls, ginning to her reflection in the mirror while adjusting the bright pink lipstick she wore, making sure none of it was on her teeth. She wore a black bralet that had straps zig-zagging in the front to bring attention to her chest, and some light washed high-waisted shorts that seemed to show off her perfectly round rump.

I cocked a brow, "Um, where do you think you are going dressed like that?"

She turned around and let out a soft giggle, "I'm going out with the girls."

I got up and walked towards the dark wooden door that lead into the room, slamming it closed, and standing in front of it, "You aren't leaving till you change."

She looked at me confused, "Sonic, I like this outfit."

I rolled my eyes, as I repeated myself, "You aren't leaving till you change."

Amy narrowed her jade eyes at me that have been covered with dark shadows to intensify their bright color, "I'm not changing."

I smiled innocently, "Then you aren't leaving."

She crossed her arms, "Sonic, you can't tell me what to wear."

I crossed my arms, "I'm not letting my girlfriend walk out there looking like that."

Amy placed her hands on her hips as she cocked a brow, "And what would that be?"

I scoffed, refusing to answer her question because she already knew the answer. I wasn't going to let her walk out there looking like a whore. Guys already gawked at her quite frequently - more than I want to admit to myself - and I didn't want to give any guy an excuse to look at her longer than they have to; because they shouldn't be looking at her in the first place. I shook my head, "Amy," I started in a serious tone, "You aren't leaving like that, and that's, that."

She let out a harsh laugh, as she walked towards me. She stood in front of me, her head tilted upward in order to seem intimidating - if only she knew how small she actually was. "I'm leaving."

I leaned up against the door, "Nah." I said cooly.

She placed a firm hand on my arm, "Get out of the way."

I took in a deep breath, looking up toward the ceiling, "Nah."

Amy then roughly tried to push me away from the door - with all her might - but came unrestful as I wasn't moved an inch from my original placing. She let go of me in frustration, "Sonic get the fuck off the door!"

I cocked a brow, and stared at her - hard. "You wanna go that bad?" I felt my teeth beginning to grind in my mouth, "You wanna go slut it up with your friends?" Her eyes softened, looking glassy, "You want to go out like that so other guys can drool all over you?" I got off the door and even opened it for her, "Then go, get the fuck out."

She stood there for a few moments, staring at the open door as her hair seemed to loose it's volume, and her eyes their brightness. She stood there lost, not knowing to go out the door risking losing me or to lose her power by changing her clothes. And I felt bad for being so harsh towards her, but I needed to make my point clear with her that I wasn't just asking her to change because I didn't approve of the outfit... I just don't want guys all over her. I wasn't trying to make her feel powerless, I was protecting her.

She's mine.

No guy in their right mind would let their girl walk out looking like the way Amy does; especially a girl like Amy.

Slowly Amy dropped her head, turning around, walking towards her closet - to change. I smiled as I closed the door, "That's what I thought."

I laid on the golden bed as Amy closed the door to her walk in closet ruffling through her clothing to find something more appropriate for her night out. When she opened the door she still had the name bralet on but a black leather jacket now covering her once bare arms, and with some light high-waisted jeans - her thighs fully covered, as well as her butt. She looked up to me, as her eyes waited anxiously for my answer. I smiled, "Perfect."

She sighed in relief, "Now can I go?" She said emotionlessly.

I nodded, but before I let her walk out the door I quickly took her into my arms, kissing the top of her head, "Baby, listen, I'm not trying to boss you around..." I pulled away from her, looking down at her to see she was looking away from me, so I placed a soft hand under her chin to make her look at me, "I'm just trying to protect you from the guys out there, I know how they are, and I don't want them to disrespect you." Her eyes lightly looked at me, "I love you, and I just want the best for you."

She nodded slowly, "I get it." Her eyes lit up, as her lips formed a soft smile, "Thank you for watching out for me." She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I closed the gap between us feeling a rush of ecstasy washed over me when I felt her squeeze me in her embrace. I tightened my arms around her, feeling her body press up against mine so tightly that it almost seemed we were to become one; one heart, one mind, one soul, one body.

I didn't want to let her go, but I had too - she was running late and I felt bad enough for making her upset. I reluctantly loosened my grip, "Come on, I'll walk you to the car."

She gripped onto my, legs and arms tightly clung onto my body, "I don't wanna go, I wanna stay with you."

I smiled, "No baby, you were so excited to go, and you will regret it if you don't."

Her face was snuggled into my chest as she childly mumbled responses to me, "But, but, I like being with you more."

My heart ached, and I wanted to take her into my arms, lay down on the bed we shared and wrap her into the blankets we have become so accustomed too; I wanted to shield her from the rest of the world and keep her as my own. But I knew I couldn't, so I grabbed onto her thighs picking her up so that her chin could rest on my shoulder and began to walk towards the car. "I like being with you too babe, but I think you should go."

She let out a soft grunt of dissatisfaction, "Fine."

I chuckled at her immaturity, "Maybe I'll drop you off at Rouge's place so we can spend more time together?"

I felt her light up in my arms, her body became animated as her hair seemed to regain it's bounce, "Please!"

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, let's go."

xxxx

I was already regretting letting Amy go out with her friends when I realized that half of them had already been drinking - and from the looks of it most of them couldn't handle their liquor. Rouge had stumbled her way towards the car, "Hey Blue!" She greeted incoherently as her eyes remained slightly lidded, "Wanna come in?"

Amy quickly butted in, "Girls night Rouge."

Rouge winked seductively, "I don't mind Big Blue coming in... As long as the stories are tr-"

Amy quickly slapped a hand over Rouge's mouth as she pushed her away from the car door, and got out. I eyed her suspiciously, "What?"

Amy let out a nervous giggle, "Nothing, she just gets flirty when she is drunk babe don't worry about it."

I nodded slowly, feeling that there was something that was left unsaid by Rouge, but let it go. "Alright Ames, I'll come get you later." I said as I placed the car into gear to go forward, I watched Amy wave a hand goodbye as I began to pull away - I also watched Rouge who seemed too dazed to realize that I was gone.

I looked down at my phone to realize it was barely eight, so I decided to go to hang out with Knuckles. He only lived a few blocks from Rouge's place in this suburban apartment complex, so when I drove up to the gace that blocked the entrance I typed in a code to gain entry. Knuckles lived with Shadow, a guy I wasn't too fond of but was willing to put up with to see my second hand man. I put the car in park, as I heard the whistles of strangers who passed me when they saw the car I was driving; I waved to them and smiled coily.

I walked up the stairs of the tan modern style apartments, as lights lit up the path way towards his place, and I knocked on the plastered white door. In an instant the door opened to reveal unamused crimson eyes, "Sonic." He said in a low whisper.

"Shadow."

I shoved past him walking into the warmed apartment to find the burning auburn hair of Sally illuminated by the lights, as she sported blue running gear as she sat casually in front of Knuckles, holding a cup of tea in her small hands. Knuckles violet eyes darted to me, then back to Sally who hadn't bothered to look at who walked in until Knuckles cleared his throat. Her ocean eyes widened, "S-Sonic?"

I rolled my eyes and made my way back to the door; I wasn't in the mood for this. But Sally quickly called my name again when she noticed my leaving, "Sonic wait!"

I ignored her calls as I made my way past Shadow - shoving him away from the door again, but this time with more force as I was irritated with the fact that he gave me no warning - and I heard the light steps of Sally rushing behind me. "Sonic!"

I made my way towards the car, opening the door, then slamming it closed just as Sally made it to me. She placed her palms on the windows and stared at me through the glass, lightly tapping it, "Sonic, please, I wanna talk."

I started the engine, and proceeded to backing up but the bitch made her way to the back of the car standing behind it, blocking my exit. I sighed as I placed the car in park once more and rolled down the window, seeing nothing else to do but to say, "You got five minutes."

Sally quickly made her way back towards me as I turned the car off, and sat in the driver's seat with the window down waiting to hear whatever she had to say.

There was no buffering, when she spoke, and that was something I've always liked - or use to like - about Sally that she always went straight to the point of things. "I broke up with Scourge."

I scoffed, as I looked up at her in disgust, "Okay?"

Hey ocean eyes looked away from me, I watched as her lower lip trembled. She gripped onto her other arm in anxiousness, "I just," she sighed, "I just... wanted to tell you."

I nodded, looking away from her and out towards the now darkened building in front of me, "Okay Sally." I said expressionless.

"Are you...?"

"Yes." I spat.

"Oh." She gasped.

I looked up at her, "Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugged, "I just thought, that, you still..."

"Love you?" She nodded cautiously, "No, I don't." I hissed.

Her shoulders shrugged, "S-Sonic I, I miss you."

I nodded, and turned my body to her so that I could look at her fearlessly in her eyes, "Sally, I don't miss you. I've moved on, you broke my heart."

"I didn't mean to!" She resorted.

"You didn't mean to? What was the intentions then? What was the point of breaking up with me if you still love me?!" I asked in frustration slamming my hands on the steering wheel.

She took a deep breath, as she shook, "To make you happy."

What kind of bullshit lie was she trying to pull?

I let out a fake laugh, "Sally get away from my car."

"Sonic I swear, that's the truth." She pleaded.

"Get off my car."

"Sonic, please," She cried desperately, "please, listen!"

I started the car again this time not caring whether she stood behind it or not, assuming that she would have enough brains to move out of the way before she got hurt. But then she screamed something I would have never expected, "You always wanted her!"

I pressed on the breaks, "What?"

She was now sobbing, "You've always, wanted, her."

I narrowed my eyes, "What do you mean?"

She brushed away at her falling tears, "I wasn't enough Sonic, I could never be her; I could never be Amy."

I took the keys out of the cars ignition, and stepped out of the car, hovering over her, "I never asked you to be! I wanted you! I was with you because I loved you!" I felt my body begin to shake, and my heart aching, aching in the pain I refused to feel after the breakup; my eyes began to water, "I wanted you! And you broke me!" I screamed in frustration.

She shook her head, as her voice began suddenly calming, "No Sonic, I was never what you wanted... I was what you settled with." Her eyes looked up at me, and as I looked into them I saw the broken fragile heart that laid tattered behind them, "You would moan out her name when we made love, you would call her out in your sleep, you would run to her in her time of need, you would lavish her in attention and gifts, you always wanted her; but she was something you couldn't have at the time, so you settled for me... You didn't love me. You never did, you think you did because you've repressed your obsession with Amy for so long you begin to believe your own delusion of how 'wonderful' our love life was."

"That isn't true! The entire time I was with you, I wanted you not anyone else!" I roared.

She shook her head violently, "What about the day my grandfather passed away? Hm?" She screeched, "And Amy had broken her leg the same day and you stayed with her all night to make sure she was alright; but I needed you too."

I stayed silent.

"What about christmas? or birthdays?" She choked, "You never forgot about her birthday, or her gifts..." She hung her head low as gentle crystals fell from her face then splashed onto the cold floor, "You would buy her flowers... Call her every night... Take her out to eat..."

I continued to stay silent.

She laughed bitterly, "Just admit it Sonic... You never wanted me."

I began to think of all the memories I had shared with Sally in the past years to realize, that she was right; I wasn't as happy as I perceived myself to be.

There was too many occasions to count where I did moan out Amy's name when Sally and I were intimate, and I admit to myself that at times I had to picture Amy to get involved in sexual acts with Sally. There was too many times where I would forget about special dates with Sally, but I never once missed a birthday, Christmas, or Valentine's Day with Amy. There was too many times that I had prioritized Amy...

I always placed Amy before Sally, because Amy was my number one, since we were children she had always been my number one, since the day our eyes met she became mine and I became hers; and even through the years I was with Sally I continued to keep Amy as my number one.

And the tears I cry now aren't for Sally.

They aren't for the heartbreak I felt for Sally leaving me, or because she seemed to move on so quickly afterward. It was for the repressed sadness I've felt all these years of having to bottle up my feelings for Amy in order to have a fake happiness with Sally, the tears that fell now were for all the wasted time I've spent lying to myself, to Amy, and to Sally of what my true feelings were.

Of how truly consumed I've become by Amy.

The tears I cried now were for myself, because I could have had Amy long ago, I could have been happy with her from the start; but I let all those years pass by without telling her how I truly felt.

These tears were guilty tears.

I looked away in shame, I couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, I was an asshole to her. "I'm sorry."

Her sobs became more violent, "You never did love me... Did you?" I couldn't answer that either, and when I stayed silent her sobs became uncontrollable. "I loved you..." She mumbled as she tried to contain herself slowly backing away from me as she used the car to steady herself from collapsing, "I let you go to make you happy, knowing what you really wanted, at the risk of my own sanity... but I always hoped that deep down, I was the one you wanted..."

I wanted to comfort her but there was no comforting this, no mending, no forgiving, no second chances; we couldn't fix this, I couldn't fix this. It was a bridge that had to be burned painfully, "I'm sorry." I spoke quietly again as I turned towards the car, opening the door only to hear her cries becoming louder, and her breathing to become unsteady, "I really am." I started the car, not looking at her, because I couldn't, I felt that if I showed any type of condolence it would only hurt her more in the long run.

So I left, I left her like I had always left her; because it was better this way, better than her knowing the truth of how detached I had felt from her for so long, better than her knowing that I had awakened to the realization that not one fiber within me, had ever loved her.

xxxx

I drove over back to the house wanting to be alone for a while - Knuckles had been calling me repeatedly, but I had muted his calls. I don't feel like hearing excuses from him, or worse hearing his condemning tone for leaving behind a crying girl. So I laid in bed as a movie played on the television screen, while I was scrolling through my phone.

I sent a quick text to Amy to see what she was up to, and honestly I couldn't wait for her to get home so I could wrap her into my arms again, taking in her lavender scent. But as the minutes passed on I got no reply.

I sent another text: 'Babe?'

Seen at 9:41.

No reply at 9:43.

Another text: 'Don't ignore me babe, I miss you'

Seen at 9:45.

No reply at 9:50.

No reply at 9:52.

Sending another text: 'Amy, I know you see my messages.'

Seen at 9:55

I watched as the screen showed that she was beginning to type a message in response only for it to die away instantly.

In frustration I decided to call, but after two rings I was sent to voicemail.

I sent a group of messages: 'Amelia Rose, stop ignoring my text messages. You are starting to piss me off.'

Seen at 9:57.

I continued to call her phone but each time I was sent to voicemail, until it was cut off completely meaning that she had blocked me. I reached over to the house phone and continued to call her, but the same thing happened. After six or seven calls, the eight call wouldn't ring at all and would send me straight to voicemail.

I got up from the bed not waiting any longer for her to message me, and sped to Rouge's house.

10:00 P.M

I walked up the pathway to the extravagant home, and made my way to the door not bothering to knock, and when I opened the door I realized why Amy had failed to call me. The place was filled with people, what had started out as a small get together of five girls had turned into a full on raging party where girls and boys were invited.

I pushed my way through the crowd, scanning the room for any source of pink. To find Amy hovering over another bodily figure, stretching out her arms desperately to reach whatever was in the person's hand. When I got closer I saw the recognisable figure to be Silver, as he sat on the couch comfortably extending his arms above his head as Amy tried her best to snatch the phone that was in his hands - her phone.

"Stop it!" Amy moaned.

Silver laughed, "Love, don't worry about your boy toy, he will be waiting patiently at home when you arrive."

I walked up to them, pushing Amy away from Silver, "S-Sonic?" She asked in a confused daze.

1 - 2 -3

Silver had his hands up defensively as he slowly stood, "Blue, slow down."

4 - 5 - 6

I shoved him, making him fall back onto the couch he stood from. Her golden eyes narrowing in my direction. People began to realize what was going on, and slowly began to form a circle around us - Amy standing off to the side while I hovered over an irritated looking Silver.

"Sonic, don't." Amy pleaded desperately.

I didn't listen to her as I began cracking my knuckles with my thumb. I was trying to calm down, I really was, and I was relying on mere intimidation to scare Silver; but when he stood I realized that it was going to become something much bigger.

7 - 8 - 9

"Amy, just back away." Sliver said cooly.

I cocked a brow, "Who are you to be telling my girl what to do?"

Silver smirked, "Are you really this envious of me?"

I scoffed, "Hardly."

"Boys," Rouge's voice boomed as she made her way towards the gathering crowd, music still continuing to play in the background, "this isn't the place." She hissed as she nodded towards the gossip hungry crowd, people holding their phones in their hands ready to snap a video of the altercation.

Silver smoothly slipped his hands in his jean pockets, "I know how to handle myself Rouge."

Rouge turned to me, "Sonic, come on." She placed a firm hand on my arm.

I looked away from Silver for a brief second, looking over to Amy who looked too lost in her own world to fully process what was happening, and then I looked over at Rouge who looked just as faded as Amy, but clearly had a better grasp of reality. Her icy blue eyes piercing into mine, as she whispered lowly, "This wouldn't look good for Amy, or you, walk away."

I nodded, as I let reason override my pride. I slowly turned away taking Amy's hand into mine, but then Silver decided to speak one last final sentence, "Bye love, I'll see you tomorrow at my house."

10

I ripped my arm from Rouge's grip and let go of Amy's hand as I swiftfully landed a punch on SIlver's jaw. He was clearly taken aback as he laid on the couch stunned, his hand on his face. And I never gave him a chance, as I hovered over him, pounding into him, as he tried desperately to push me off of him, but couldn't over power me - I was much larger than he was. I couldn't see anything, but the red that was now staining the beige couch, and I wondered if it was from him or from me or both.

Rouge, Amy, and a few other hands were desperately trying to claw me away from Silver; but I kept punching, not knowing if I was hitting him anymore, but not caring. Finally a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, picking me up as I kicked and yelled in frustration. The arms pulled me away from Silver who was laying on the couch, his head back, but before I could take pride in the damage I had cause I was taken away from the scene.

I was taken upstairs, into a room, the arms finally releasing me. Amy and Rouge stood in front of me, Amy was shaking uncontrollably, Rouge had a gentle hand on her back trying her best to sooth her. I turned around, away from the girls, trying to go back to the asshole down stairs, but the door was being blocked - probably Rouge's security.

I turned back around, taking in deep breaths, trying to calm myself as I watched Rouge take Amy's face into her hands, "Amy, Amy," She repeated frantically, "Amy, you have to calm down."

My anger was slowly fading as I watched the scene in front of me play out, Amy was scratching at her arms, then running her hands countlessly through her hair roughly to the point she would pull of locks; I've never see Amy like this.

Rouge called to me, "Sonic!" her voice frightened. I ran over to them, placing a firm hand onto one of Amy's arms as Rouge directed me, "We have to calm her down."

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's having a breakdown, she probably mixed the pills with alcohol." She said calmly as we made our way towards a large bed, trying our best to force a screaming Amy to lay down.

I felt my heartbeat begin to race, the fight momentarily forgotten, "W-What did she take?"

Rouge scoffed, "Does that matter now? We just have to make sure she is calm."

Amy continued to scream, kicking and clawing at Rouge and I as we held her down. "Ames, Ames," I said soothingly, "Take a deep breath."

"You're such an idiot!" Rouge said in frustration as she let go of Amy's arm for a quick second to express her dissatisfaction with the movement of her hands, "If you didn't excite her then she wouldn't be like this!"

I glared at Rouge, "You're blaming me? I didn't make her take anything!"

Rouge took a deep breath, "You're right." We both noticed that Amy was becoming worse as our voices began to rise at each other. She returned her grasp onto Amy, "We have to work together if we want to calm her down, by staying calm ourselves."

I nodded, and decided to wrap my arms around her, embracing her tightly as she squirmed under my grip in fear, "Shhh," I cooed as I patted her head, "Ames, it's just me."

Rouge took her chance and ran towards the bathroom, turning on the water to create a bath.

I continued to rub the back of Amy's head, whispering soft words into her ear, "Amy, I love you, please calm down, I'm sorry I acted out. Just calm down, I'm here with you now." In all honesty I was just as scared as Amy probably was, I've never had to deal with a situation such as this, I've never seen her so broken. But as I continued to run a gentle hand through her hair, her screaming subsided, and her kicks became weaker, until finally she gave into the soft touch of my hand running through her hair.

I scooped Amy into my arms, her head nuzzling my chest, as I brought her into the bathroom, "What now?"

I looked towards Rouge who was testing the water, "You have to bathe her." I nodded as I set Amy down into a soft chair that was next to the rather large bathtub, slowly beginning to undress her. Rouge sat on the bathroom floor sighing, as her head was in her hands, "I'm sorry Sonic." She breathed.

I looked at Rouge in the corner of my eye, her blue eyes beginning to water, "For?"

She whipped her tears away with her hand, trying her best not to ruin her already ruined makeup, "I should have watched her more carefully."

Amy was now stripped of her jeans, and shirt, but I had decided on leaving on her panties and bra as I gently placed her into the bath; she instantly let out a soft hum of pleasure as she sank into the warm water. I sighed in relaxation, but then a sudden thought creeped into my mind, "Has this happened before?"

Rouge sniffed, her head now resting on her arms, as her knees were pressed against her body. Her eyes half lidded as she looked over to her best friend, nodding slowly, "Yeah, a lot actually."

"What did she take?"

Rogue shrugged lazily, "Well at first, me and her were just drinking, until Silver came..." her voice began to break, "I made him promise that he wouldn't coax her into taking any Bars with him, but I guess he didn't listen to me."

I cocked a brow, "Bars?"

Rouge nodded not dropping her gaze from Amy, "Yeah, when they are mixed with alcohol, they can really mess up your mind." I nodded slowly as Rouge continued, "Amy use to be addicted to them."

Amy? An addict?

I looked at towards Amy, her eyes closed as she held a soft smile on her lips, her make up was now completely rubbed off, making her look like her usual innocent self; but she wasn't innocent anymore.

She was different.

And it dawned upon me then that Amy, in the chaos of the life she had now become accustomed too, had changed from the Amy I once knew. She wasn't the sweet innocent petite girl I feared for anymore, she was a reckless young woman who had been consumed by darkness; who had lured me to the dark side without my acknowledgement, but with my blindful consent.

She did drugs for the mere excitement, she drank until she became unstable, and she paraded around in provocative clothing; she was different. I don't know when the change began, or when it ended, or how it went by without my acknowledgement, but now I saw it in it's full glory.

I still accepted Amy for who she was, and who she is now. I still love her, nothing on this planet could ever cause my love for Amy to falter; she was everything to me.

But I had to acknowledge the difference in her, she wasn't my little Amy anymore.

I sighed, as I cupped some warm water in my hand and let it trickle down Amy's head; a moan of gratification emitting from her. I smiled timidly towards her, as I ran a gentle hand down her arm, terrified that at any moment she would break under my touch.

Rouge spoke up again, "I'm really sorry Sonic," her voice softly breaking, "I'm so, so, sorry."

I couldn't say anything, it wasn't okay, and I wanted to yell at Rouge for letting her go with SIlver if she knew how easily he could manipulate Amy into using again, but then I appreciated her - from what I imagined - countless efforts to keep Amy safe.

I rested my head on the edge of the bathtub, looking at Amy as her eyes slowly began to open, her usual bright jade eyes dimmed in color, making them look like a darker shade of emerald. She smiled softly, raising a hand for me to take, as I gently kissed the back of her palm.

Don't worry Ames,

I'll take care of you from now on.

I'll never make the mistake of

letting you out of my sights again.