WARNING: Parental abuse in this chapter.
Fighting
I gaze around the police station, where I've been sitting on this bench for about forty-five minutes. This place is crowded. There are a lot of police officers making a bunch of phone calls and deviants—from teenage delinquents to drug dealers; from prostitutes to thieves and murderers in handcuffs—sitting on benches as they get reported. By the looks of their faces, this place is scaring me. Those deviants may carry knives or guns around.
Apart from them, I could see walls covered with missing flyers. One of them is of a missing female white echidna, no older than seven years old; one is of a missing fourteen-year-old male lynx; and, of course, one of them is of me. I stare at my own missing flyer taped on the ivory wall from my bench for countless seconds, trying to distract myself from all the scary deviants in this station.
My heart jumped when I hear screaming profanity from an intoxicated adult female fox: tan fur, long tangled black hair, black jacket, white tank top, black mini-skirt and black boots with heels. Police officers were bringing her in as she struggles into their grasp and her hands are handcuffed behind her back. I reluctantly watch.
"Don't fucking touch me!" The fox screams out. "It's not my fucking fault that bitch was hitting on my man! I was trying to get her away from him!"
"What do we have here?" One police officer asks.
"Public intoxication and assault on another female," The one that has her in his hold answers. "It happened outside of the bar she went to." He then describes her physical violent actions she did.
The drunken fox continues to curse every second and threatening to kill someone. Her violent words are disrupting everyone in the station. The officers then decided to put her behind bars. She continues to scream and curse out obscenities as she gets drag away. I witness the whole thing. Fear continues to rise within me whilst I watch the fox get taken away and her screams fades away until she's out of my sight.
Hearing her words reminds me of Lauren. Even her screaming voice sounded like her. All of those obscenities and violent actions made me think of Lauren. Somehow this makes me wonder if the same fate will ever happen to her sometime in the future. God, I just hope Lauren will end up locked up behind bars, just like that fox—someday. If only Dad will know her true colors.
"You daughter is right over there," The police officer, Officer Stella from last time and the one who took me in here, appears. I jerk my head up towards her. She's leading someone to me. Stella stood right next to me. She gazes down to make eye contact with me. I return the glare with persistent fear. "Amy Rose, your father is here."
Dad—wearing his autumn grey jacket, blue polo shirt, dark jeans and white sneakers that goes with his white fur—shows up from behind Stella as she leaves to give us some alone time. He gazes down at me with a lot of apprehension.
"Amelia…" He says my name—my full name. I hate it when I'm being referred to my real name. "Amelia, where have you been?"
I didn't respond. I'm seriously ticked off at him, not just because he called me "Amelia" instead of "Amy," it's because of all the hell he gave me. He notices my silence. Dad gets down and then he grasps onto both of my shoulders. He shook me, trying to get me to speak up.
"Amelia, please tell me the truth. Where the hell did you go? Do you even know how worried I am when you were gone?"
After my silence, I harshly smack both of his hands away from me. "It's Amy, Dad! Not Amelia! You know I hate that name!" I snap. He shocked by my attitude towards him. "And is Lauren with you?"
"She's waiting outside of the station, why?" Dad responds. Great, I knew she would come along, just to beat more shit out of me. "Ame—Amy, just answer my question. Where were you and where did you go?"
"That's really none of your fucking business," I can't believe I cursed at my dad in the police station. "What you should really be concerned about is what Lauren has been doing to me!"
"What are you talking about?" I'm getting so aggravated when Dad is so oblivious about the violent relationship between Lauren and I. I get off my seat.
"What do you mean 'what am I talking about?!'" I raise my voice at him. "Can't you see what Lauren has been doing to me for these past few years right after she came into the picture?! She has been beating the shit out of me and calling me names! Everything she said to you is all fucking lies, just so she could get away with it!"
The father-and-daughter tension rises; Dad verbally retaliates, "Lauren would never do any of this to you!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I scream out in frustration.
"Don't you use that language on me, Amy! With your mother gone, she's all you and I have left! And you really need to get along with her instead of just accusing her for—"
"I am not accusing her! It's all true, why can't you see that?! Are you blind?! What you're really doing is neglecting me and then enabling her. You're not even a good father at all! And most importantly," I reach to the breaking point, "Where the fuck were you when Mom died?! And why the hell didn't you show up at her funeral?!"
Dad widens his eyes, "I told you, I had work on that day and I couldn't make it!"
"Liar! You never told me what job you have! You're seriously hiding something from me! What is it that you do for a living? Procuring prostitutes? Selling illegal drugs?"
"I would never make money like that! Why would you assume I would do such a thing?!"
"Because of Lauren keeping drugs in her special box! Have you even seen that?!"
Dad tries to alleviate the tone of his voice, "You know it's an invasion of her privacy. Also, Lauren even told me that you stole some of her money from her box before you left. What do you have to say about that?!"
I pause before I continue, "If you won't tell me what job you have, then I won't tell you why! And there's something I want to know and I need to know now," I pause again to take a deep breath, "Were you responsible for Mom's death?!"
Dad's eyes widens with horror, "Why are you assuming that Mom's death was my fault?! I wasn't even home on that time!"
"Sure you did," I don't believe him. I immediately started accusing him, "You poisoned her with medications and then planted the pills there to make it look like she committed suicide by pill overdose and then you left the house. When I called you about her death, you never showed any emotions whatsoever or cared about any shit! Do you even know how I feel about that?! I feel as if you never loved and cared about Mom at all! What kind of father are you?! Where were you when I needed you the most?!" I burst into tears at the last part.
Dad can see me about to cry. He attempts to put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, "Amy—"
Instantly, I callously push him away from me; the shove is really violent. "I don't want you near me anymore, Aaron!" I impetuously referred to my dad by his first name, "I hate you! I hate you so much!"
This time, Dad didn't even say anything about my sudden abhorrence for her. He just stand there, staying silent and glaring at me to watch me cry right in front of him, the cops and everyone else in the police station. He didn't even utter a single word until he faces towards a different direction. I watch him walk to the front desk, talking to a police officer—male red and grey wolf—behind it.
I barely hear what he's saying to him. Either Dad's telling the wolf officer that he'll take me back home or just leaving me here in the station. For one thing, I really don't want to go back home. Another thing, I don't want to stay here in jail where it's all scary and hazardous. Also, I couldn't go back to sleeping on the streets again. All of these choices are hard to make and it's so complicated. I thought about all the consequences that will happen if I choose any one of these hard decisions.
Then—something else pops into my head. I'm now having this thought. A thought that may—or will—help me escape from all of this pain and agony. This may bring horror to everyone… though if I want to escape, then I have to do it.
Dad turns around from the front desk. Before he could even come near me, I storm towards the front double doors, leaving my backpack on the bench I was sitting on, not bothering to bring them with me since I'm about to perform something that no one will ever forget.
"Amy! Amy Rose!" Dad calls my name. I ignore him, passing through all these cops and deviants. I bolt through the double doors.
By the time I step out of the building and resume bolting away, I hear a familiar female voice—that I hated so much—calling my name.
"Amy!" She runs towards me. I try to run away as fast as I can, but she was faster than me. She already caught up to me, and then she grabs me around the waist to stop me from getting further. Lauren screams at me, "Where do you think you're going?!"
I struggle in her grasp, "Get away from me, Lauren! Don't touch me!" I attempt to free myself from Lauren; she kept the grip tighter.
Lauren, furious for no reason, throws me to the concrete ground. I grunt and scream some more as she starts her usual physical battles on me. "First you stole my money, then you ran away to sleep on the fucking streets, and now you're just going to start everything all over again?!" I can feel her kicks, punches and other blows to my body and face. "Your father was too worried sick to take fucking care of me! It's your fault that this whole shit started in the first place!"
She's not even making sense. It must be the effect of her heroin she's been taking. Lauren continues to hurt me more. I couldn't get up; she keeps pushing me towards the ground. I can see blood and I can taste blood. Her blows are so strong, they can break my bones and/or make my skin bleed. Lauren kept the physical brawl going until…
"Amy! Lauren!" Dad comes out of the police station, running to the two of us. He tries to get her to break off of me. "Lauren, get away from her!"
"Stay out of this, Aaron!" Lauren screams out. She punches me one last time in the stomach before Dad grabs her around the waist and then pulls her off me.
As Lauren struggles in Dad's arms to try and get me again, I get off the ground, and despite all the new injuries she gave me, I run away from the two. I ran as fast as I can, attempting to ignore all the pain on my bleeding skin and aching bones. It hurts so much when I move and run, though it's worth it.
The thought that I just mentioned before bolting out of the police station… this is it. I run to the middle of the road where there are a lot of cars driving by.
I see a truck coming by. The truck is a perfect vehicle to help me escape from all of this agony. It lets out a loud honk.
I wait for the right moment… I take a deep breath, hoping this will work.
"Amy!"
"Amy!"
Two different male voices call out my name. I pay no attention to it. My teary pained eyes are too focused on the oncoming truck.
The truck lets out another honk… and right before it misses me…
I leap right onto the road…
Purposely letting the fast-moving truck run over me… and then crush me right in the middle of the road.
The very last thing I hear are screams coming from the two whom I just heard calling my name right before I made my leap:
My dad, Aaron… and my ex, Sonic.
