A/N: Get ready for some twists in this chapter.

And Sonamy fans, you're going to love this.

Raining

The rain already soaked through my clothes when the storm hits. I went inside and grabbed one of the towels from the bathroom to dry my quills and fur. Then I looked through the clothing storage to search for some dry clean shirts. I take the first one I see—a black and red striped T-shirt—and bring it to the bunk room to change. I decided to wear the same denim shorts from yesterday.

While all alone in the bunk room, I take off my wet clothes before throwing them into the hamper for a wash. I put on a new pair of socks and black Converse sneakers, then the shirt and finally the jean shorts. As I stand up and pull up the shorts to button and then zip up, I feel something in the back pocket. I begin to repeatedly touch the back pockets to feel for more items. It's only one and it feels flat and paper-like.

I tug my hand into the full back pocket and I take out what was inside. I completely forgot—I took Riley's personal photo of him and Jack from his apartment without his consent.

I unfold the picture and I continue to stare at the photo of the two brothers. Riley's brother still seems so familiar to me. I try to time travel to the past and find out where, how and if I ever met Jack in person. There isn't much to recall because the entire trauma I went through has blacked out my memory.

I became lost in the selfie. I'm trying to figure out if…

"Rose?" I jump in fear when I heard Riley say my name. I turn around to face him. He's wearing a black beanie hat, a zipped-up jacket, jeans and sneakers.

"You scared me," I tell him, my heart racing with anxiety.

"Is that my picture?" Riley asks, pointing out at the photo I'm holding, "What are you doing with that? And was that from my apartment?"

I answered all of his questions with integrity. "Riley, there's something I want to ask you and it's very important."

"Well can it wait?" Riley interrupts as he strips his backpack off to open it, "I have some plans to do after the storm goes away."

"Plans? What plans? Is this one of your illegal antics again?"

"Sort of, don't tell anyone, but I'm getting out of this dump." I became offended when Riley insulted this shelter. "I'm going to live with some friends I know outside of this shithole shelter."

"Why did you even come here in the first place if you hate it?" He's about to answer, but I quickly sweep it away because I have something more important to talk to him about. "Look, it doesn't even matter. What matters is where the hell did you go yesterday morning before I woke up? You left me all alone in the apartment right after we got drunk and then made love. Is this how you treat your new girlfriend?" I became emotional; what kind of boyfriend would abandon his girlfriend after making love for the first time?

Riley scoffs, "Girlfriend? You're not my girlfriend at all. You and I are not even together. And besides, I don't need a serious girlfriend in my life; I don't fucking do relationships. I can fuck any girls whenever I want."

I'm shocked. It turns out that all along, Riley is nothing but a player, "What? But you—"

"Look, just because I said 'I liked you' and just because I felt bad about what your stepmom did to you, doesn't mean I want to have a relationship with you. And all of those things we did together mean nothing." Riley digs through his backpack and then takes out a few items in one hand. He tosses them into my hands, "Here. Hold on to them and don't open them."

I examine the five little plastic zip-lock bags he gave me. Inside these five baggies are full of green stuff and even if they're closed tight, they smell. "What are these?"

"Those are weed," Riley sinisterly answers, "I got them from a friend yesterday morning. That's why I left."

"We—What are you even going to do with them?!" I'm angered about Riley possessing marijuana.

"Part of my next plan," Riley becomes more malevolent than ever, "As soon as the storm dies down, you and me are going to get back at that asshole ex-boyfriend's of yours and his friends; we're going to break into his house, plant all five of those weed into their possession, call the cops and BOOM! All five of them will be arrested."

I'm dismayed. Riley is seeking revenge on Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Manic and Scourge by planting an illegal drug possession. And they didn't even do anything but protect me from Lauren and checking up on me to see if I'm okay.

"So, Rose," Riley concludes, "What do you say?"

I shake my head, "NO!" I throw all five bags at his face at once. The bags suddenly opened by themselves and all of the marijuana scatters all over the floor. The smell is strong enough to fill the entire room. "Riley, this has gone too far! Sonic was right about you all along, you are nothing but a troubled demon! I can't believe that I fell for somebody like you! I actually feel sorry for you about you losing your brother and all of the other shit you did, but—this is where I draw the line!"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm through with you!" I am about to leave the room, away from him. Riley stops me.

"Hey!" I turn around to face him. Riley says, "If you're through with me, then I want that photo you stole from me back!"

"I didn't steal it! I was going to show it to you and then ask some questions about Jack."

"What more fucking evidence do you want?!"

Without even answering him—and out of callousness—I grab his backpack away from him. I rummage through his things to search for more photos of his brother.

"What are you doing? Amy! Stop!" Riley is trying to take his pack back from me. I kept it away as he reaches.

I found just what I was looking for. I take out a larger printed photo out and I examine the image while dropping his backpack on the floor. All a while, Riley—sharing the same amount of anger as I do—is reaching for it as I keep it away from him so I can perceive. I face away from him with my hand out to avert him.

Just when I look through the printed digital picture… I'm even more shocked. I gasp with some memory coming back to me.

It's a photo of a light brown hedgehog, an orange shrew and a green wildcat all gathered together with beer, drugs and cigarettes scattered all over the table. Above the image is a hand-written message: In Loving Memory of Jack "Boss," Blade and Edge.

I knew it all along…

"Amy! Give that back!" Riley reaches for the image one last time. I turn around to face him, finally showing him the picture.

"He raped me," I say to him.

Riley finally ceases, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

I slam the picture to his chest, "Your brother! Jack! He was the one who raped me! And so did his two friends in that picture!" I am about to burst out tears.

"You're fucking lying," Riley growls.

"No! I'm not! I saw it with my own two eyes and I finally remembered who they are now! Jack and his two friends were the ones who raped me before they died! I can't believe that I dated a younger brother of a rapist that tortured me in the alley!"

Riley retaliates, "And I can't believe I was with a lying bitch that is suddenly losing her own fucking mind!" I was about to fight back, but, "You know what, Amy Rose?! Get the fuck out of this shelter! No one wants you here anymore! Just get out of my face and leave!"

I have no words to say about Riley's callousness. I'm bursting out more tears. Without even thinking, I follow what he said on the last part. I turn away—and I ran out.

I ran through the shelter, ignoring the calls of the shelter kids as they see me running away. With nothing but the clothes on my back—and not even a raincoat or an umbrella—I exit the shelter in complete distress outside in the heavy rain.

For miles on foot, I ran through the rain storm as I'm already soaking wet. I ran through the streets, risking myself to be run over by passing cars. I hear them honking at me in anger but I don't even care. I even pass by other species strolling by with their raincoats and umbrellas. Without even apologizing to them, I push them all away. Some are pissed at me and some are worried about me running away without the right rain attire. I don't even care. I just want to run away from the shelter and be away from Riley.

I've lost count of how many miles I ran albeit I'm nearly out of breath and almost to the point of exhaustion. Despite it all, I kept up the pace. I continue to run through blocks and streets without counting the minutes.

For what feels like two hours or more, I made it to my house. Remembering the letter from my dad, he said he promised to be a better father to me if I ever chose to come back home. I just hope he's still there. Panting, I run to my house's entrance.

I grab for the door and I forgot that I didn't bring my keys on the first day I ran away from home. I grab the knob and I try to turn it. It's locked. I struggle for several seconds until I release my grip and then raise both of my hands up. I begin to bang on the door with both hands.

"Dad!" I shout out in the rain, "Dad! It's me, Amy!" I bang on the door many more times in both distress and anger. There's no answer from him. "DAD!"

Giving up and knowing that he's not answering my distressed calls, I bang on the door one last time before I run around the house to look through the first-story windows to see if he's ever home. I see one—that leads to the kitchen—and through the glass, I can see that all of the lights are out. Even in the dark, I can see that the entire kitchen is empty. I run to the next window that leads to the living room. There, it shares the same amount of darkness back in the kitchen and just like the latter there is no more furniture. Everything is empty.

"Dad!" I scream out through the glass, "Dad!" I gave a little bang through the window, nearly breaking the glass. There's still no answer from Aaron.

Lightning appears and then thunder. I gasp in fright. I run back to the front door. Whilst calling out my dad's name and banging on the door one last time, I realized that I am running out of energy and I'm getting really cold from the rain. I'm giving up.

I realize what this means. If all of the lights are out, all of the furniture is gone and the house if left entirely abandoned—then that means my dad left without a trace. He never explained where he's going or what's going to happen to him. He just left me there.

I get down on the ground and I let out a loud sob. I put myself into a fetal position right on the front door pavement. With my legs hugging tightly to my chest, I sob hysterically. The rain becomes heavier by the second, drowning me within the flood. Another lightning and thunder appears, scaring me some more. I close my eyes shut while still crying in distress and sorrow to blind myself from the oncoming lightning.

I stay like this for a long time.

For what seems like minutes ticking by, I hear a car honking as the vehicle drives up to my house's driveway. I see headlights before closing my eyes again.

"Please, just run me over already," I sob.

The headlights go out. The driver's car door opens and then closes as it remains idled. I didn't see who it was although I sense that he is running towards me with footsteps splashing against the rain-covered pavement.

The next thing I know, I am being wrapped around into someone's arms. He says to me in a whisper. "Shh, it's okay, Amy. I'm here now. You're safe now."

I recognized that voice. It's Sonic. After comforting me for a moment, he carries me into his car. He opens the back seat and very meticulously puts me in there. Once I'm inside the car, he brings himself inside the back seat of the car with me. Sonic closes the door on his way in.

Once it's just the two of us in his locked car, Sonic—wearing a black T-shirt and jeans—takes one of the large towels out from the passenger seat. He wraps it around me to both dry me off from the rain and to keep me warm. He did the same to himself with the second towel from the passenger seat.

"Sonic," I said, shivering and wrapping the towel around me like a blanket, "Why… how did you find me…?"

Sonic dries his quills with his towel. When he pulls it down, his quills becomes tousled in a most attractive way. "I went to come and check up on you at the shelter. But on my way there, I saw you running away out in the rain with nothing and I got worried. I tried to follow you and then call out to you but the storm is really heavy to hear through and you were running away so fast. I didn't know where you were going but the first thing that came up to my mind is your dad's place."

He caresses my cheek with the palm of his hand. Sonic asks, "Why did you run off like that in the middle of the storm?"

I tear up again while touching Sonic's wrist to pull is down from my cheek, "You were right about him. He is bad news and I have made a terrible mistake to stay with him. I'm now afraid to stay in the shelter now because of him so I ran out and ran to my dad's house to see if I can come back home. But when I try to," I hiccup, "he's not answering me and I look through the windows and I noticed that everything in the house is gone. Including him. I have no idea where he run off to." I pause and then use my time to sob, "Sonic, I don't know what to do. I'm really scared."

Lastly, I cry onto Sonic's chest, allowing myself to be put into his hold. I cry for several seconds.

Sonic has been listening to me and comforting me. I can feel him stroking his fingers through my quills and rubbing my back with his free hand. He whispers to me, "Amy, I'm sorry to say this, but—your father is dead."

My teary eyes widen, "What?"

He continues, "He was found hanging himself in the living room of the house about less than a week ago. He committed suicide. By the time he was taken away, all of his things have been repossessed." Sonic pauses to pull me off for an eye contact underneath the dark, "I'm really sorry, Amy."

I lament, "No…" I cry some more. I can't believe the sudden unexpected fate of my dad.

Sonic persistently watches me sob. He carefully places his finger underneath my chin to lift it up. I see him smile in warmth.

"Sonic…"

"Hey, hey," Sonic whispers to me, "Don't worry, Ames. I know that you don't have anyone else in your family now, but you're always welcome to stay with me whenever you're in need. If you ever wanted to leave the shelter, I'd be happy to take care of you."

Then, Sonic wipes the tears off my eyes with his fingertips. Very gently—he brings me into a kiss. It's been forever since the last time I kissed Sonic. I'm finally glad enough that he came clean to me that he still has feelings for me after all the things I've been through. I'm just glad that he still cares about me now. Within moments, I ardently kiss him back.

Our ardent make-out session rises to the next level when our tongues are suddenly attacking with one another. Sonic then breaks off the kiss to transfer his lips to my neck. He purrs and I feel myself shivering underneath his gentle touch. Seconds afterwards, he goes back to kissing me on the lips with more vigorous tongue in addition to moaning in passion.

The next thing I knew, Sonic strips off my drenched clothes and tosses them on the car's floor. He did the same to his own; then, all of our undergarments are removed and we are left bare. Very gently, Sonic lies me down on the back car seat and then he gets on top of me.

"You okay?" He whispers to me. I nod.

Being as meticulous as he can, Sonic spreads both of my legs apart and he gets in between them. He takes his member and slowly, ever slowly… he inserts it inside me.

For the first time ever, I am finally making love to my first boyfriend before we broke up. My first love. I begin to moan at the feeling of Sonic penetrating me. Our first intercourse—in a missionary formation—is slow at first. Later on, he goes a little faster. At about five thrusts per second. Then, ten per second. It may be painful but it's all worth it.

About half an hour later, Sonic lifts himself up and he sits down on the car seat with his entire back leaning against the back. He pulls me on top of his lap before wrapping my legs around his waists. With me kneeling on him and wrapping my arms around his neck, he reinserts his member back inside me.

He's been dominating me during this whole process of riding. It's the same speed as the first. Within minutes, he decides to pick up the pace to an even higher speed. I am moaning in complete bliss and delight at the feeling. Apart from hearing the heavy rain outside of the car, I am hearing nothing but the sounds of our passion.

Later, Sonic becomes rougher and faster than I expected at first. My moans are turning into screams now. We both can feel the heat within the car; the perspiration must've already steamed the car windows and both of our furs are glistening with sweat.

"Sonic…" I cry his name.

Sonic resumes dominating me in our intercourse. In addition, he sinks his teeth into my neck. I shrieked at the painful love bite on my neck. He keeps his teeth into my neck while continuing to penetrate me into even a higher speed. Sonic's claws are digging into my thighs and I'm gripping tighter onto his upper back. He lets out an aggressive growl. I continue to cry out, moan and repeatedly pant at his new rough speed.

Minutes later, Sonic lets out his final thrust as he growls and I exhaled deeply when we both released ourselves at the same time. When it's all out, I collapsed myself on top of him, panting in exhaustion.

Sonic carefully lifts my head up, places his hand behind my head and we both make out some more.

For the first time… I have never felt this much real and true passion before in my life.