[Just a little authour's note. I'll try to be brief. I'm sure you've noticed this fic to be a little... controversial. Good. That's what I was aiming for. You've noticed how the contraversial things are the ones that are remembered? When I write, it's because I have a lesson to tell. I want you, the reader, to get something out of this fic. What you will get, I cannot say, for that depends on how it is interpreted.
I am not trying to support abortion, nor am I trying to bash it. This fic is not about abortion. It's not even about rape. It's about the power of love, and how it can help you through a traumatic event. And while I'm sure you have wonderful opinions on your views that would make for a lovely discussion, this is not the place to do it. Please have respect for me, the other readers, and the site by not stating your views in the review box. Thank you.]
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Robbed
Chapter Seven: Freed
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DingdongKnockKnockDingdongSLAM!
Not waiting for an answer, Rouge rushed into Amy's apartment with a rolled up newspaper in her hand. "Ames? You up?"
A groggy, half-asleep walking pink fuzzball appeared at the end of the hallway. "I am now."
Four months had passed since Amy had completed her pill cycle. Her body continued to function normally, and she saw Sonic on a regular basis.
Rouge put her free hand on her hip and looked at the clock. "It's nearly eleven o'clock! What are you doing still in bed?"
Amy grinned and sat at the table, waving her hand to offer Rouge a seat. "What are you doing out of it?"
Rouge shrugged, but didn't sit down. "Woke up at 5, couldn't go back to sleep."
"I hate that."
"Yeah."
A silence came up between them. Amy cleared her throat and stood up. "Um, want some coffee?"
Rouge waved her hand. "Nah. I must've had 4 cups already this morning."
Amy giggled. "I could tell." She made herself a cup, then sat back down at the table. "So, what's got you so antsy this morning?"
Rouge blinked. "OH!" She dug out the local section of the newspaper and slapped it down in front of Amy. "That guy on the front look familiar?"
Amy nearly spit her drink out in shock. The blood rushed to her face in anger, then drained in fear as she looked into the face of the cat-like being that was her attacker some five months ago. Her tongue had become so dry she couldn't speak; instead she glanced at Rouge with a look of fear and despiration in her face, silently asking what to do next. The white bat's grin remained on her face. She nodded. "Go on, read it."
Amy blankly nodded, then turned her attention back to the article. If the paper was accurate, then the cat had been placed into police custody as of sometime the previous evening. Amy looked at Rouge again, this time in disbelief. "Is it... true?"
"Yup!" Rouge rested against the table edge. "Found the bastard last night in a bar, getting in a heated battle with the bartender." She shook her head. "I swear, some people are absolute idiots."
True, Amy thought, but that was the least of her worries. Her attacker was caught. Never again would he threaten the streets of her home. She sighed. "Wow."
There was a silence in the kitchen. Rouge cleared her throat. "You never answered my question."
"What question?"
"Why you slept in so late. I mean seriously, what were you doing last night?"
A big grin spread across Amy's face. "Let me put it this way... remember how you told me that something only matters if you want it to?"
She nodded. "Uh huh."
Amy leaned across the table. "Well, as far as I'm concerned... Sonic will always be my first."
Rouge's jaw dropped to the floor. "You didn't!"
The pink girl giggled. "We did."
The ebony bat's mouth turned upwards. "Wow... well I'll be..."
Amy just continued to smile.
Outside, the October winds blew in through the window, splashing its finest crisp autumn air into the young girl's face. Her expressions grew brighter.
Today would be a good day.
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THE END
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I am not trying to support abortion, nor am I trying to bash it. This fic is not about abortion. It's not even about rape. It's about the power of love, and how it can help you through a traumatic event. And while I'm sure you have wonderful opinions on your views that would make for a lovely discussion, this is not the place to do it. Please have respect for me, the other readers, and the site by not stating your views in the review box. Thank you.]
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Robbed
Chapter Seven: Freed
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DingdongKnockKnockDingdongSLAM!
Not waiting for an answer, Rouge rushed into Amy's apartment with a rolled up newspaper in her hand. "Ames? You up?"
A groggy, half-asleep walking pink fuzzball appeared at the end of the hallway. "I am now."
Four months had passed since Amy had completed her pill cycle. Her body continued to function normally, and she saw Sonic on a regular basis.
Rouge put her free hand on her hip and looked at the clock. "It's nearly eleven o'clock! What are you doing still in bed?"
Amy grinned and sat at the table, waving her hand to offer Rouge a seat. "What are you doing out of it?"
Rouge shrugged, but didn't sit down. "Woke up at 5, couldn't go back to sleep."
"I hate that."
"Yeah."
A silence came up between them. Amy cleared her throat and stood up. "Um, want some coffee?"
Rouge waved her hand. "Nah. I must've had 4 cups already this morning."
Amy giggled. "I could tell." She made herself a cup, then sat back down at the table. "So, what's got you so antsy this morning?"
Rouge blinked. "OH!" She dug out the local section of the newspaper and slapped it down in front of Amy. "That guy on the front look familiar?"
Amy nearly spit her drink out in shock. The blood rushed to her face in anger, then drained in fear as she looked into the face of the cat-like being that was her attacker some five months ago. Her tongue had become so dry she couldn't speak; instead she glanced at Rouge with a look of fear and despiration in her face, silently asking what to do next. The white bat's grin remained on her face. She nodded. "Go on, read it."
Amy blankly nodded, then turned her attention back to the article. If the paper was accurate, then the cat had been placed into police custody as of sometime the previous evening. Amy looked at Rouge again, this time in disbelief. "Is it... true?"
"Yup!" Rouge rested against the table edge. "Found the bastard last night in a bar, getting in a heated battle with the bartender." She shook her head. "I swear, some people are absolute idiots."
True, Amy thought, but that was the least of her worries. Her attacker was caught. Never again would he threaten the streets of her home. She sighed. "Wow."
There was a silence in the kitchen. Rouge cleared her throat. "You never answered my question."
"What question?"
"Why you slept in so late. I mean seriously, what were you doing last night?"
A big grin spread across Amy's face. "Let me put it this way... remember how you told me that something only matters if you want it to?"
She nodded. "Uh huh."
Amy leaned across the table. "Well, as far as I'm concerned... Sonic will always be my first."
Rouge's jaw dropped to the floor. "You didn't!"
The pink girl giggled. "We did."
The ebony bat's mouth turned upwards. "Wow... well I'll be..."
Amy just continued to smile.
Outside, the October winds blew in through the window, splashing its finest crisp autumn air into the young girl's face. Her expressions grew brighter.
Today would be a good day.
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THE END
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