Hey guys! Sorry that I've not updated in a while - I've had so much coursework that I haven't been in the mood to write at all recently - *SHOCK**HORROR* D:

I have to admit, this chapter isn't the best chapter that I've written and it IS a bit rushed, but I promise the next chapter will be much better :D

~Xoxomtmodnarxoxo

A/N: *This event occurred during episode 42 of 'Sonic X'

**This event occurred during episode 24 of 'Sonic X'

Dearest Diary,

I feel as if I've made the best decision in my life by accepting Mom back into my life again. The shopping trip was great and we had such a good time! It feels strange that one day I hated Mom and the next I'm actually excited to be in her company. Of course, we're taking things slowly, but I can tell something special is happening between us already. For example, we act as if we're best friends rather than mother and daughter, and as a result our bonds are stronger than ever. Sonic was right. Vanilla was right. Blood is thicker than water, and Mom really is willing to start fresh. I'm so grateful for such understanding friends!

Mom and I are going out for a meal on Tuesday. I can't wait!

Ciao for now,

Amy.

Dearest Diary,

I had a bit of a scare tonight. Mom and I went to a very nice restaurant in the city, and things were going very well until we were given our menus. I couldn't help but notice that Mom looked longingly at the drinks menu at one point… and then caught my eye.

"I was just having a look, babes", she insisted, "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Oh, no", I answered, "It's just that…"

"I know what you're thinking", Mom answered, "And you have nothing to worry about. I've completely changed darling, so please stop worrying and enjoy yourself!"

"Well…", I answered, "Okay, sure"

Her words might have convinced me to an extent, but I saw that she began to sweat uncontrollably near the end of our meals. Mom tried to hide it but I still noticed.

Yours,

Amy.

Dear Diary,

I was planning to go into town with Mom today but she phoned me and claimed to have a bad migraine. But everybody gets migraines once in a while, so it was nothing to worry about. Really.

Ciao for now,

Amy.

Dear Diary,

I phoned Mom around 9:30pm to see if she wanted to come over to watch a movie, but a complete stranger answered on the other end. A male voice.

"Hello?", they asked, "Who's calling?"

I froze. Who was on the other end of the line…?

And then I heard Mom's voice…

"You fucking idiot! I told you not to answer the phone! What if it's Amy?", she hissed in the background. I was beginning to feel doubtful. Mom had reassured me that her dodgy past was history… so, who was this stranger?

"Oh, Shit-", the voice began and they hung up. I didn't want to phone her again. No… Mom wasn't lying to me about everything. No, it was okay to have male friends as well as female friends. But if that was the case, why was Mom so scared that it was me on the other end of the line?

No, she couldn't be lying to me, not after all we've been through.

Dare I speak about it the next time I see Mom…?

I'm scared. I'm beginning to have doubts.

I have nothing else to write.

Yours,

Amy.

Dear Diary,

Today was better because me and Mom went to a spa to get pampered. I absolutely LOVED the service and as a special treat Mom ordered a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and a box of chocolates for us to snack on. Everything was going fine until she began to make pithy comments about Sonic. I began to tense up as she began to gossip about a family that had moved into her neighbourhood, and how the eldest son is, apparently, very handsome. This is mostly because I still had my suspicions about Mom's special 'visitor' the night before. I waited to see what Mom had to say but the information that she was giving me was so vague that I couldn't jump to conclusions straight away. That's the scary thing about Mom; she's too unpredictable.

"Anyway, so Mr Rogan is very nice and he has the most wonderful muscles", Mom giggled, "He's like a pin-up from a teen magazine. And then there's Mrs Rogan", Mom continued with less enthusiasm in her voice, "She's nice, too"

"Uh-huh", I answered, and then the obvious hit me. Mr Rogan. Mom obviously fancied the pants off of him… was the mysterious man on the other end of the phone call the previous night Mr Rogan…?

"And so I said, 'Mrs Rogan; my Amy is a proper little lady - she deserves better than somebody who treats her like rubbish', and then she said, 'If she wants, I can talk to David for her and see if he's interested'", Mom paused and bit into a chocolate, "Of course I replied, 'And what does your David have to offer Amy?', and I was obviously joking, but she took me seriously and told me, 'David is studying biology and medicine at university because he wants to be a doctor', and even if they're foxes, you can't knock back a doctor, Ames, just think of all the money you'd have! So I told Mrs Rogan that I'd-"

"Wait a minute, Mom", I interrupted, "What's this got to do with anything?", I honestly had no clue, especially since my mind was buzzing with conspiracies about Mom and Mr Rogan. But whatever it was, it didn't sound good.

"Basically what I'm trying to ask you", Mom explained, "Is that maybe you and David might want to…? You know…?"

"But Mom", I replied, "I've already got a boyfriend - Sonic"

"Really?", Mom asked and looked disappointed, "I'd thought you'd have better taste in men, Sweetie"

"What's wrong with Sonic?", I retorted.

"He just doesn't seem…", Mom paused, "I don't know… into you?"

"What do you mean?", I demanded, "When he came back home he gave me this really beautiful rose and vowed that he would never leave me and he also takes me out to the movies and to restaurants, so that must be proof that he likes me!", … after all, it did… didn't it?

"Are you sure they are proper dates?", Mom asked, "Remember when you told me about the time Sonic asked you out on a date but then he had completely forgotten because he had made arrangements with some racer?* Remember?"

"… Yeah", I answered back cautiously.

"And remember how he never noticed you at all? Remember when you told me the time when you two were in some farm and you made a comment but he simply ignored you?**"

"At least he notices me now!", I snapped. Mom shook her head sadly and sipped her champagne.

"That's all an act, Amy", she commented, "Your father did the exact same thing to me; acted as if he was completely into me, and then what did he do? He took advantage of me! Used me for sex!"

The idea of Sonic doing the exact same thing as my Dad made me blush heavily.

"Sonic is not like that!", I protested, "He's kind and caring and supportive!"

"Like I said, Babes", Mom answered, "It's all an act. I know what boys are like. And if you ask me, Sonic looks a bit dodgy, if you know what I mean…"

I was fuming! Of course, Sonic isn't entirely perfect but at least he proves that he cares about me. He takes me out to places, he's helped me out a lot during this period of time with my Mom, he always notices when I'm wearing something new or if I've had my hair cut… but once I'd thought about it, was Mom right? Was it all an act in order for Sonic to take advantage of me in the end? Should I learn from Mom's experience and be more careful around guys?

"Amy?", Mom interrupted my line of thought, "You okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah", I whispered, "Of course"

But I wasn't. It was as if I could see clearly into my relationship with Sonic for the firs time. Yes… yes, it was all starting to make sense! The reason why Sonic took me out on dates was to indoctrinate me so that he would be able to take advantage of me, the reasons why he had always noticed any changes in my appearance and complimented me was that he probably had sickening thoughts in his mind whenever he saw me, and maybe - maybe - it is all an act… Well! I'll show him! I most certainly will not stoop down to such a degrading level! After all, who knows what kind of thoughts appear in a fifteen-year-old boy's head… in all honesty, I fear the idea altogether. But then again, what convinced Mom that me dating this David guy would make things better for myself? Aren't guys in their mid-twenties completely sex-starved as what fifteen-year-old guys are, if not more?

I thought about Sonic. I thought about Mom. Whenever I looked at Mom, I saw myself in her position; being used and being lumbered with a child. I was suddenly afraid of what would happen to me in the future. Perhaps I actually am too young to be mixing with boys. After all, mothers know best… right?

Mom was right. Suddenly her supposed affair with Mr Rogan seemed like nothing. All I could think about was my own health and wellbeing within my relationship with Sonic.

There's only one thing I need to do now.

Yours,

Amy.