Chapter 8

Secrets

"Where do you want me to put this box, Amy" "Which one is it?" "It says 'birthdays 1-4'." Amy looked up at Sonic. "Put it in the keep pile." Sonic and Amy had spent the majority of the day cleaning out her attic, and they were nearly finished. They had gone through boxes filled with cameras, old computers, and even some old dolls Amy had as a kid. By the end of the day, they were covered in dust, sore all over, and starving. Just when they were about to head down to dinner, though, Sonic saw a small box tucked away in a corner. As Amy worked her way down the stairs, Sonic opened it and peeked inside. A couple of small, old looking journals and some pens filled the box, and Sonic's curiosity got the best of him. He grabbed one of the journals and tucked it in the inside of his jacket. He made his way downstairs to see Amy heating something up in the microwave, and sat down at the table looking back in her direction. "Since you were such a good boy today," she teased, "I made you chili dogs as a reward." Sonic smiled. "you know me so well." Amy looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Sonic, if you had your way, chili dogs would be the only food that was legal to eat." Sonic shrugged his shoulders and put his napkin on his lap, and Amy did the same. They started to eat, at first in silence. But Sonic suddenly thought of something. "Hey, Ames?" Amy looked up at Sonic, still chewing. "Hm?" was the only noise she could make right now. "I was wandering If you could help me with something." Amy swallowed. "What is it?" Sonic took out his phone. "Do you know any good phone shops around? Because I need to change my number." Amy looked at him, confused by this question. "Why?" "Because Sally keeps trying to call me and she won't stop texting." Amy looked down. Sonic knew Amy didn't like Sally much, and Amy looked up and nodded. "There's a Version a couple streets down." Sonic smiled, finished his plate, and washed it. "Thanks Ames. I'll go first thing tomorrow." Sonic sat back down at the table and waited for Amy to finish her food. When she took her last bite, Sonic swept away her plate before she could and washed it. "What's going on, Sonic?" she asked him. Sonic said nothing and continued to wash Amy's plate. She got up from the table and slowly made her way to the kitchen. Sonic turned around to face her and smiled. "What's going on?" she repeated. "Well, I just want to help, and I'm in a good mood today, that's all." She looked at him suspiciously and turned back. "I'm going to bed. 'Night." Amy worked her way up the stairs and into her bedroom, and Sonic decided he needed some rest as well. He shut off all the lights and made his way downstairs to the guest room. He was about to throw his jacket into the corner when he felt something rectangular in it. Amy's diary. He thought. He reached for the inside of his jacket and pulled out her diary. It was a small, blue journal with rose stickers on the cover. He placed on the nightstand and climbed into his sleeping attire. He turned on a lamp on the nightstand and shut off the main lights. He got in bed and picked up the book. He flipped to a random page and began reading. "Hey, it's me again. I know I haven't written in a while. I have a lot on my plate. We just got back from all the crazy time-stuff with Sonic and… um… little Sonic, I guess. Speaking of Sonic, I've been noticing something. He seems to be avoiding me more, and I don't know why. Maybe it's something I said or did. I would ask him, but I never get the chance. If I ever go near him, he always finds an excuse to be somewhere else. I wish I knew what was going on, but I don't want to get into someone else's business. For all I know, I could have it wrong, and Sonic isn't avoiding. I could just be there at the wrong time. I guess I'll never know. Anyway, guess who called today. That's right. Father thought it would be a good idea to call after I told him never to talk to me again after what he did to me, Mother and Violet. Of course I hung up, but I got the gist of what he was trying to say. He thought that after everything, I would forgive him, come home, and act like nothing ever happened. I never said what he did, did I? Well, imagine being beaten to a pulp every day, having to get stitches every other week, and having a dad that never loved you because he wanted a son. Not to mention that he abused not only myself, but Violet and Mom as well. Just imagine that. So, I did what any reasonable person would do. I refused and told him to never call this number. That's all for today. Again, sorry I haven't written in a while. Love always, Amy Rose." Sonic closed the diary staring up at the ceiling. Amy had had an abusive father. She had a sister, Violet. She was still in contact with her parents. Sonic opened the diary up again and flipped to another page. She had had a cat. She was born on Westside island. Sonic wandered if she was still there when he visited and found Tails. But Sonic saw something that caught his eye: his name. He looked over it and found his name again. "I remember when I first saw Sonic. It was September 23rd, and I was sitting on a park bench when I saw something on my tarot cards. A blue hedgehog, moving with the wind. I looked up from my cards, and sure enough, Sonic was standing at a bus stop, looking at a newspaper. The look in his eyes told me he was excited, and he started running off in the opposite direction. He had dropped the newspaper, and I looked at it. I then knew instantly where he was going. The main headline on the paper read 'Little Planet makes its yearly return!' I started running after him and, well, need I say more?" Sonic placed the diary on the nightstand and laid back. Amy was into tarot cards. Sonic had not known most of the things that he just read, and he felt guilty. It was true that had avoided her, but he never thought Amy would mind too much. And she had been neglected all her life. That made Sonic feel even worse. As he thought about these things, he slowly fell asleep. How could he be so blind? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to the enticing call of slumber. The next morning Sonic got up and left the room, not even bothering to change out of his pajamas. Amy was up making breakfast again, and Sonic walked up to her. Amy saw him and gave him her usual morning greet. "Morning, Sonic. How did you sleep?" Sonic didn't answer, and instead he embraced her in a hug, which surprised Amy so much to point where she just froze. They sat there, and Sonic was the first one to break the silence. "Amy, I'm sorry I avoided you all the time. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad or anything, and you've practically neglected and abused by your father, which makes it 10 times worse. Amy, please forgive me." Sonic released Amy from his hug, and Amy looked at him. "H-how… did you know about my father?" she asked. Sonic looked down at his feet, ashamed. "there was a box of journals in your attic, and I may have read one… I'm sorry, Amy. I just got curious. I know it's none of my business." He looked up at her, expecting to see an angry Amy staring back at him, but he was much mistaken. Sonic couldn't read her expression; he just didn't know how to explain it. "Sonic, it's okay. Really, it is. I forgive you." Sonic opened his mouth to argue, but Amy shushed him. "No more words." Sonic looked at her, and then acted without thinking again, which was becoming a bad habit again. He started leaning in, and he kissed her. She was surprised (this story's full of surprises, eh?), but didn't pull away. After a while, they needed air, and Amy reluctantly let go. They stared at each other for a moment, and Sonic blushed. Amy did they same, and they cleared their throats. "Wow…" is all Amy could say. And that was enough for the both of them.

Well, I did it. I finally made them kiss even though we're only 8 chapters in. I don't really care though. Anyway, if you didn't know already, I have chapter 1 of my other story, The darkness inside, up. I would love for you to check that out, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Keep being awesome,

~SuperSonamy361