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Chapter 6

Amy

Since when were butterflies so brutal? I held my stomach as another strong flutter went through it. I tried to convince myself that it was just my nerves but I knew my nerves were not just focused on the fact that I was about to go out on a date with one of the hottest boys in my class. I was more nervous about what we were going to do on this date. It didn't exactly help that I had never been on a date so I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't even sure if I was dressed nice enough. Since I didn't own a lot of nice things, I ended up in a silky fitted red shirt, black jeggings, and a pair of flats. I had merely curled my hair but it still looked a mess anyway. I also attempted to complete a smoky eye but I'm sure I failed terrible. My only hope was that he didn't laugh at me when he saw me.

My phone buzzed lightly on my dresser. It was a text from Scourge saying that he was waiting for me in the lobby of my building. We had made arrangements that I would meet him down there because I sure wasn't going to let him come up here and meet my foster parents. I doubted my foster father would even let me go out anywhere with him. He'd probably beat me after he sent Scourge away if my friend did come up here. Thankfully, the beatings had slowed down some since he was becoming more sober due to his new job. He was still mean as hell to me though. It didn't help that my foster mom has acquired me as her new maid and slaps me if I don't do something right or fast enough. Sometimes I wonder who even certified them to be my foster parents. They were absolutely terrible.

Quietly, I tip-toed past the living room and walked out the front door. After that, I felt my butterflies die down a bit. Although I was relieved, I did still have to deal with the aftermath of sneaking out when I got home. That only made my nervousness surface again. Surely, my foster parents would try to kill me if they found out I left without their permission. I shook my head as I hopped into an elevator. I couldn't let them ruin my night. I just couldn't. For the first time, a guy actually liked me and I liked him back. I would not let them ruin my happiness – even if it was only for a temporary time period. I wouldn't lie by saying that I knew this whole thing with Scourge was going to work out. Honestly, there was every chance that a relationship with him was going to be a big mistake. I knew that he had a reputation and that he wasn't the best guy in the whole world but despite all of that, I still felt as if I should give him a chance. I mean, so far he hasn't seemed like much of a bad guy at all.

A smile unconsciously came upon my lips when I saw Scourge leaning against the wall casually, his beautiful ice blue eyes scanning the lobby. He was wearing a collared short sleeved black button up shirt, jeans, and sneakers. A sigh escaped my lips as now I felt more comfortable in the outfit I had chosen. If he wasn't all dressed up then there shouldn't be any reason that we would be doing something too fancy. Besides, we were only 14. What were we going to do anyway?

Scourge's eyes finally found me and a smile immediately lit up his face. He bounced off the wall and started to come towards me. "You look beautiful," he said when he reached me. I blushed deeply as he took a light hold on my hand to pull me close.

"Thanks. You look good too."

"Thanks." He put his hand around my waist as he turned to guide me out of the building. "So, what do you wanna do tonight?"

"I thought the guys usually plan that out."

"We usually do but I just thought maybe we could do something you want to do." I shrugged.

"I've never been out on a date before. Actually, I've never really been out anywhere besides the mall before." Scourge raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief.

"You're kidding." I shook my head.

"I wish I was but I really don't go anywhere. Just walks around the neighborhood really." Scourge opened the lobby door for me in which I thanked him as I passed.

"Well, since it is late and the drug dealers who have beef are gonna come out soon, why don't we go somewhere more peaceful and take a walk? We could have dinner beforehand and just hang out. Would you like that?" I nodded, shooting a smile up at him. He returned the smile, leaning down to peck a soft kiss at my cheek. I blushed even more as we continued to walk to a running black car. Scourge opened the door for me in which I hesitantly got into it. He followed me and shut the door behind him. "Where do you wanna go to eat?" I shrugged. He turned to the driver. "Hey, Manny," he said, causing the driver to turn. He looked to be in his mid-fifties with slanted deep brown eyes, tanned skin, a warm face, and a lean body. "Surprise us with somewhere not too fancy." The driver nodded, shooting Scourge a respectful smile.

As the car took off, Scourge turned his attention back to me. His eyes began searching my body in concern, causing me to tense up. I hadn't exactly told him about my foster parents beating on me but I'm sure he suspected something. Sure, I never did a great job with hiding my bruises but I did good enough. There were always a few that were visible but they were always small. I prayed that he wouldn't notice one of those tonight. I didn't want to ruin our good time with my own personal burdens. Unfortunately, Scourge found a small bruise on my wrist and lightly touched it with his fingers. "What's going on with you," he asked, his voice low.

"I'm clumsy," I said with a small smile and a shrug of the shoulder. Scourge raised his eyes to me, obviously not buying my excuse. He scooted a bit closer to me, his hand reaching up to caress one of my cheeks.

"Amy, you know that you can tell me anything. We're friends, remember?" I looked down, curling my fingers around his tightly.

"I know but I just didn't want to ruin our night."

"You won't ruin it by telling me. If anything, maybe it'll make you have an even better time. One less weight off of your shoulders right?"

"Well, my foster parents aren't the best…as you know…and they're very mean. I'm forced to fend not only for myself but for them because they are too lazy to do it. Often, my foster father tries to make advances on me but whenever I deny, he beats on me. Or if I do anything wrong, really. Sometimes I don't even say anything and he just hits me. My foster mom does the same as well except she treats me more as if I'm her own personal maid or something."

"Does child services know about you being abused like this?" I shook my head, feeling even more ashamed than I did before. "Does anyone besides me know about this?"

"Only Rosy but she's my sister so I kind of have to tell her about everything." Scourge nodded once before the car was left in silence. I kept eyes locked on our hands as I pondered about what could possibly be running through his mind. I wondered if he thought less of me or if he thought I was brave for handling all of this alone and on a steady routine. I wondered if maybe he wasn't thinking about my situation at all…if he was just thinking about me in general. I wondered if he thought I looked pretty or if he was planning on making a move tonight or even if he thinks that he would be able to love me someday – despite my background and my daily life. A part of me asked myself the same question about him. Could I love him?

Scourge wasn't a bad person or anything so I wondered why I had even thought about that question. Of course I could love him! How could I not? He was always so sweet and kind to me. Plus, he was very handsome at this age where most boys usually look awkward. Sure, he had a rough time with his father and such but he wasn't going to be that person. I could see that he didn't want to be that person. If anything, he just wanted to be him. Though, I did always wonder how he got that nickname of his…

"What are you afraid of," Scourge asked suddenly, causing me to look up at him in surprise. His eyes were gentle as they stared down at me. I could see that he was simply curious but what brought on that question?

"Rape," I murmured softly. Scourge raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. It was a common answer. A lot of girls around here were afraid of being raped – then again a lot of girls all around the world are scared of it. Why shouldn't we be? Our bodies were important to us and to have it violated in such a violent and disgusting manner is terrifying to us. I try not to think about how it would feel if my foster father ever did succeed in what he was always trying to do but sometimes I can't help myself. I knew that if I was ever raped, I would never be the same. "What are you afraid of," I asked, studying his gentle eyes.

"Death," he said bluntly. "Or maybe I should say that I'm afraid of what comes after death. The afterlife or a reincarnation into a new life. Or even the judgment that comes to you of whether you go to Hell or Heaven. No one knows what happens after you die and I'm sad to say that I am afraid of what's going to happen after I'm dead."

"I understand."

"You don't mind if I ask personal questions do you," he asked, his hand giving me a reassuring squeeze. I shook my head. "Why do you live in a foster home? I mean, where are your parents?"

"Sadly, I can only answer one of those questions. My parents live somewhere far away in a big mansion with two little perfect babies and a boatload of money. I don't know why they gave Rosy and I up when we were babies but they did. I always suspected that they were young and didn't know what to do with two little babies at the time. I used to think that maybe when they got their lives together then they would take us back and we could be a family. But they never did. The only thing they do is put money in some trust fund that we can only activate when we turn 18. They explained in a letter that the money was for us to go to college and for us to be secure for a long time after that. Rosy told me that she thinks the money is from their guilt. They know we're growing up in terrible homes and they're doing nothing about it. So, my sister thinks it's their form of redemption or something."

"Your sister is something else, isn't she," Scourge muttered bitterly. I shrugged.

"I think she's going through a secret storm. I think that she wants to prove that she doesn't need anyone's help but she does. I mean, she's…she's suicidal."

"Does that scare you? Knowing that she could get an urge to kill herself at any moment?"

"Of course it does," I sighed. "She's the only family I have. I…I couldn't bear to lose her." The car stopped suddenly and I bumped into Scourge's chest softly. Immediately, I blushed. I tried to move away but Scourge only wrapped his arms and pulled me closer to him. Blush continued to burn on my cheeks as he stared down at me. The moment for like an eternity for me as we stared into each other's eyes, waiting patiently for the other to make a move.

"Scourge, we've arrived," the driver called to us, snapping the both of us back to reality. Scourge blinked out of his gaze as he turned to the door. He thanked the driver before opening the door and helping me out the car. The dinner part of our date went by smoothly. Scourge asked me more playful and light questions which shifted the intense atmosphere into a more comfortable one. I was surprised at how much he actually didn't know about me despite the short amount of time we'd been friends. I mean, we did talk about a lot. But then again, I mostly asked him all the questions. I never really let him into my own thoughts all that much. Slowly, though, I was starting to like sharing my opinions on different things with him. We had a lot in common and were able to laugh about most of the things we talked about. It was no surprise at the high level of comfort I began to feel around him. I guess I also couldn't be surprised at the butterflies that was constantly arising in my stomach whenever he smiled at me or when he laughed. My crush on him deepened so much in one night. A part of me was scared of that fact but another part of me only wanted to fall deeper into the emotions.

Later that night, we found ourselves walking around the city park. It was beginning to get cold out so Scourge let me wear his jacket that smelled strongly of his cologne. I wasn't complaining though. Whatever scent he had on smelled amazing. I could sniff his jacket all week if I could.

"I feel like there should be some love song playing in the background right now," Scourge mused as we walked over a small bridge. There were lights lining the bridge and reflected off the water below. Scourge stopped to lean on one of the sides, his hands tugging at my waist so that I would cuddle up against him. A sigh of content left both of our lips as our arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. I let myself relax as he pecked a kiss at my forehead.

"Like the song in the Lion King," I asked, letting a smile come upon my lips at the thought.

"Yea," he breathed into my hair. I looked up at him and found my breath taken away by his good looks. For as young as he was, he was so handsome. Even now as the moon reflected off of his tanned skin and ice blue eyes, it was unreal how beautiful he was. I could still only wonder why he would take interest in me. I mean, I wasn't anything too fabulous. Or at least not even close to the kind of girl he deserved. "You're beautiful, you know that," he murmured as he caressed my cheek. I shook my head. "You are," he said, his voice taking a serious turn. "You're like the human version of Aphrodite or something." I smiled, more blush coming upon my cheeks.

"Thank you." He shook his head.

"It wasn't a compliment, Amy. It's the truth. You don't have to thank me for that." I smiled wider, exposing a bit of my teeth.

"You are such a Casanova, you know that." Scourge raised a teasing eyebrow.

"Are you complaining?" I shook my head, lightly running my fingers through the hair that curled up at the nape of his neck.

"No. I like it when you're charming." Scourge smirked, leaning down towards me.

"I guess you're really going to like what I do next then." Before I could process what he said, his soft lips were against mine. I froze at first, not really sure what to do. No boy had ever really taken interest in me before so I didn't really have much experience with kissing. He was actually giving me my first kiss. Wow, my first kiss and here I was with this beautiful boy yet I didn't have a clue on what to do. God, I'm stupid. Scourge pulled away, his eyebrows crinkling together in confusion. "You alright? Was what I did okay?"

"Yes. What you did was perfect! I just… I um…"

"It's your first kiss isn't it?" I nodded. Scourge's hands gave my waist a reassuring squeeze. "Just relax, Amy. You'll catch on." I nodded, trying to smile at him yet I could feel myself blushing out of embarrassment. Scourge smirked back before leaning down to kiss me again. This time, I did relax against him. I pressed my lips against his to match up with the force his lips were putting on mine. It wasn't long before they started to move together, slowly yet passionately. I let my hands creep up more into his hair as the butterflies in my stomach erupted into a flood all over my body. Not in a bad way though. Instead, I felt as if I was on cloud nine or something. The feeling was foreign but I was enjoying it thoroughly, soaking up Scourge's sweet taste as we continued to kiss. I felt his warm tongue lightly flick at my lips, causing me to flinch. I almost pulled away but his hands didn't allow me to move. Instead, he flicked his tongue at me once more. Slowly, I opened my mouth. I felt a bit embarrassed that I didn't know what he wanted at first but I let the embarrassment flood out as our tongues battled gently. After that, it was a long while before we finally pulled away for air.

When we did pull away though, I rested my head on his chest and looked out over the park. Before I could bask in my content, I caught sight of two people staring at us. I recognized my sister immediately but Sonic took me a little while to take notice of since he was covered by more shadows than she was. They were both staring at us with confused and almost angered expressions. Suddenly, I felt a bit uncomfortable. Why did they look as if they were conflicted over something? Sonic couldn't possibly like me nor could Rosy possibly like Scourge. Well, the second scenario was definitely out the question because the two never even got along but Sonic and I…well that was pretty reasonable. He was always so nice to me and he made me laugh. I had always thought that was his just his personality in general but was there something more under that? I didn't have time to figure it out from his face since he quickly grabbed Rosy's arm and pulled her away. Just like that, they were there and they were gone.

Sorry this chap was all Amy's POV but I wanted to end it here. Next chapter will more than likely be Rosy's POV and maybe the time jump depending on what I decide to do. I hope you guys liked the fluff although ScourgexAmy isn't really my favorite. Don't worry, I know what you guys want and I will deliver ;)

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