I'm sorry for not posting on a daily basis. I've been through a lot and I have decided to stay away from performing for a while because of my job, my friend, the church and my dad.

So this is where Shamy pour their hearts out. Though some things aren't true but this is freaking fanfiction for crying out loud! It doesn't have t be so accurate! So please leave a positive review!

After a few minutes of debating with himself, Leonard knocked on the door softly. "Amy? Are you alright?"

There was silence.

"Amy?"

Silence again.

"Do you want me to come in?"

Still nothing.

Starting to give up, he says sadly, "If you want to talk… Just come to me. Ok?"

Again. Nothing.

Leonard sighed and walks out to the living room finding Sheldon curled up in a tiny ball on his one and only spot on the couch, hugging the striped pillow tightly watching tv.

He asks, "Buddy, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah?" Sheldon asked sitting up looking at Leonard.

"Can you please stay here for a little while minutes? Me and Penny will be right back."

He nodded and Leonard left the apartment before going across the hall. It was a minute later before Amy enters the living room slowly, eyes red and tears still falling to her cheeks.

"Are they gone?" Amy asks Sheldon.

He replied, "Yeah…"

She wiped her tears and joins him on the couch.

"I wanna ask you something…" She says to Sheldon. "Do you love your parents."

He answered, "I love my mom. And sometimes my dad. Do you love your parents?"

Amy's heart pounds a little. "I love my daddy. But my mommy…"

Sheldon says, "You were crying and I don't like weepy. And my mommy said I can't take pleasure in someone else's pain either."

"Does your mommy care for you?"

"Oh she does! She would make me food, tuck me in bed and read me stories. And she would even sing "Soft Kitty" whenever I'm sick," he said sounding proud.

Amy asked, "And does she love you?"

"A lot! I think I'm her favorite child other than my older brother Georgie and my twin sister Missy who aren't as smart as me."

"You have a brother and a sister? Wow… I wish I had siblings… And a mommy like yours."

"What's wrong with your mommy?" Sheldon questioned without concern.

Amy answers slowly and uncomforably, "She spanks me. Hard. With a brush… Or a ruler… Or a bible… Whenever I did bad things. And after that, she put me in the 'sin closet.'"

"What's a 'sin closet?' I know what sin is because my mommy is a christian, but I don't believe in God like she does."

"I get put in there whenever I am a very bad girl. She instructs me to be a good girl and whenever I disobey her, I get spanked," Amy continued while tears form in her eyes. "When I went to daycare… I didn't have any friends. I did everything she said, but nobody wants to be my friend. I told mommy and she says that I don't need any friends. But I complained that I was so lonely. She yelled at me and spanked me again!" Tears pour down and she starts crying.

Sheldon doesn't know what to do. He looked at her and says, "If this makes you feel any better… My daddy hurts me too."

She looks up and gasps, "Really?"

"Only when he was drunk. Whenever he is, he would hit me and call me names… He always fights with my mommy every night. I couldn't take it and I wanted to run away." His voice breaks a little. A tear went down to his cheek "And not just him who hurts me. My brother would pound me a lot… And my sister kicks me everywhere since we were in mommy's tummy. And mommy would spank me too, but it was only for bad behavior… But she still cares and loves me."

Amy finally asks as she stops crying, "Did you have any friends?"

He shook his head. "No… In fact, they bully me and call me names because I'm much smarter than them."

"Oh…" She sniffles sadly. "I wish I had a friend like you…"

He asks a little reluctant, "Then would you like to be my friend?"

"Sure… Then you can be my friend!" Her face lightens up a little at the thought of her first real friend.

Sheldon did regret having a friend, but he learn if someone else is happy, he's happy too. He did smile a little bit.

"Can I give you a hug, friend!" She asks smiling widely.

He moved further away. "No! I've been touched too many times today! You have no idea how many times I washed my hands!"

Amy's smile fades instantly. "Oh… Ok… Can we at least hold hands like other kids do?"

"Did you wash your hands?"

She nodded.

"Then you're alright." Sheldon's hand went to Amy's and held it as they continue to watch tv alone.