As promised, chapter two! I just want to thank all of guys for reading so far, especially Dont know a name and DIM666 - Insane Leader for reviewing. I really appreciate it.

This chap does become a little bit more explicit. You have been warned. But considering the fact that this is rated M...

You knew what you were getting into.

So enjoy.

Oh, almost forgot the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters that I am about to use (and used in the last chapter). They belong to SEGA.

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Chapter 2: Good Intent

To say that they were merely sleeping with each other would have been an insult. I realize that I only say this as a defense mechanism to make this whole situation seem far less worst in my head.

But it's not helping.

The panting, gasping, moaning, and other loud shrieks of pleasure and utter euphoria Sally was emitting, accompanied with Sonic grunting in synch underneath her as the bed shook loudly and violently, proved that what I was witnessing couldn't be unheard or overlooked.

They were having sex.

And some kind of weird jungle sex at that. I mean, they say that a person's sex drive is high in the morning, but this?—their limbs interlocked with each other as Sally rode him like a wild animal, their pelvises slamming into each other in their heat of ardor—This was crazy.

If I wasn't so shocked, I have to admit, I would have been fascinated. Even now, I could feel my head cock sideways, studying them in the highest level of disbelief…

Was this really happening?

My virginal idea of sex was the slow, sensual, loving kind. This? This was something off of a porno.

Suddenly I felt a pinch of anger. They were clearly pros at this. Just look at the way their bodies were moving with lustful, angry drive...

I wanted to scream. But my mouth was painfully dry with revulsion, and much to my horror, I could only watch, frozen. I kept telling myself that this was a perverted nightmare and I could just wake up...But who was I kidding? The image was too shocking, too disturbing. Too real.

As Sally released another squeal of lewd delight, I mentally scoffed. That whore, on top of him like that.

"Sonic!" Sally moaned, as Sonic's hips buckled faster underneath her. She let out another scream.

"I love you!"

I scoffed for real this time. It's not like they could hear me. They weren't even facing me, and they were obviously too preoccupied. Having sex.

Blinking, I tried to calm down, trying to realize why I was still standing here. Why was I watching this? The whole thing made my stomach churn. And Sally could say that she loved him, but that didn't mean anything to me. It wasn't her opinion that I cared about.

"You feel so good Sally..." Sonic simply called out.

I don't know if it is weird, but I actually felt a bit relaxed at his statement.

See? I tried to reassure myself, It's just meaningless sex to him. Remember that you took the vow- promise- a lot harder than he did. He can have sex with other women if he wants. He's not doing anything wrong.

"I love you too. Always," Sonic finally said, before pressing his lips against Sally's.

And that's when it hit me.

I love you too? Always?

My hands clenched against the bag as my eyes burned with tears. The promise was a joke.

I had no claim on him. I had no reason to be here. No reason to expose them as my heart burned, protesting otherwise; but my mouth scorched, stricken of words. I placed a hand against my throat as it began to boil, painful as the air around me turned toxic and I could no longer breathe.

I had to get out of here. Stumbling, I bolted out of the open door. I wanted to disappear and wished that there was some way I could unsee that.

I shuffled rapidly down the stairs almost tripping in the process. But of course I couldn't simply fall over, break my neck, and die, leaving Sonic and Sally to forever feel remorseful for their actions.

No.

Instead, I broke a heel of my sandal, twisting my left ankle in the process. Ow. Limping, but trying to do so quietly, I desperately tried to find a way out of this hell hole. When I painfully raced out of the living room into the outside, I softly locked the door behind me.

"This didn't happen," I began to chant out loud. "This didn't happen, and you can delete it from your brain. Just get it out of of your head," when images of that, continued to flood into my brain, I placed my hands on my quills, shaking my head rapidly.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screeched, as I began to stomp my feet with my eyes closed. With no avail, I fell to the ground, choking on my sobs.

"Get of of my head...please," I sobbed desperately. They were never coming out. I was cursed to be forever traumatized by this event.

Sniffling, and sitting there for what felt like an eternity, I finally rose, rubbing my eyes clear of tears. I could feel that my cheeks were puffy, but I didn't care. It seemed like nothing mattered anymore. Part of me wanted to stay there, let them see what they've done to me. But I couldn't make them feel terrible right? No. It was only fine if I had to bask in unfortunate emotions. And after all, I brushed a hand through my quills, I had trespassed hadn't I? I was the one at fault, as always.

That was my reality.

I scoffed, as I starred back at the house. Reality. I was ruining my life because of him.

It was always pain, doubt, and false hope for me when he roamed the world triumphantly. Well, I'm sick of it.

No more.

Opening up the bag filled with his precious chilli-dogs, I studied each one briefly before my eyes fell on his house. I pulled each one out of the bag and set the individual containers on the blue porch swing.

Taking a chilli-dog out of the container, I aimed it, with the precision of a bow and arrow, at the front door. "For the pain," I said simply as I threw it sharply against the door, as it exploded into bite-sized pieces on contact.

I contemplated throwing all of them against the door before shaking my head. Too easy to clean up.

Limping onto the grass, my next target was a second story window.

Not the one of the room they were getting down and dirty in. No, I wouldn't want to distract them.

"The doubt!" I threw it powerfully against the window as it smashed instantly like a fly against a windshield.

Going back to his porch, I retrieved the final chilli-dog.

Now where to place this one? I was reconsidering throwing it against their window, until I spotted an extra pair of Sonic's running shoes next to the front door. Perfect.

Splitting the chilli-dog in half with ungloved fingers, I licked the excess sauce off of my fingers before placing the food deep inside the shoes. "and all false hope," I said, replacing my gloves.

I had to admit, if anything, Phil's hotdogs were truly appetizing. Too bad I could never eat them because of who they reminded me off...I gazed around the mostly serene space, thankful that no one had seen me. Last thing I wanted was to be arrested for defacing a hero's property. I snorted.

Some hero alright.

With that, I started to limp toward my car, also very thankful that I had driven here. Aside from my swollen ankle, the rest of me was also a wreck. My rear view mirror proved how distraught I really appeared. My eyes were red and puffy, and I had hardly noticed that the strap of my dress had fallen down exposing more cleavage than I was comfortable with.

With a sigh, I pulled the strap upright and started the engine, ready to be home. I could feel my fury die down and I entered the road. They always say never to drive with anger.

But I didn't know if what I was feeling could be simply called anger. I was feeling an unnatural array of emotions. Betrayal. Pain. Disappointment. Shock.

I pulled up to my apartment, and stumbled into the building. It was a case of good intentions gone wrong. Horrendously bad. And to make it worse, I didn't see any of this coming.

Especially not with how the day started out. So bright, so considerate of possibilities. But I suppose not all possibilities are good. I just didn't think that it would take only two hours- from the park to Sonic's house- for my world to come tumbling down. I felt like an ignorant fool. Some thing that Shadow would say. Something that was now true.

And it was tragically laughable, because I was just saying how in twelve hours, anything could go wrong. I just wasn't picturing anything going this wrong.

I fumbled with my keys before casting the cherry-stained door open. I could feel the rest of my fury die down as my feet skimmed across the wooden floor.

I have a nice apartment. The plushy sofa, the decently sized flat screen, and warm lighting were welcoming. And the space was clean, even rosemary scented. It was one of the perks of being a supporting hero to the world. So I guess, I could live the rest of my life here, like a hermit, never having to deal with love, the world, or that faker.

I could see why Shadow was always calling him that now. Shadow was a loner, pretty much emotionless, but he wasn't fake. He would tell you like it is, bluntly and a bit condescendingly, but truthfully.

"If you want people to stop looking at you like an object, Rouge, you could stand to dress less provocatively."

I was able to smirk at Shadow's words. That really pissed off Rouge. Maybe if Sonic had had the decency to set me straight years ago, none of this would of happened.

But even if he did, would I have listened? I considered as I stood in place, thinking this through. I mean, Shadow told off Rouge and she still dresses the same.

I even believe she retorted with:

"People will stare at me either way, Sunshine. I might as well wear what I want."

With Sonic, if he ever tried to completely steer me away, I know I wouldn't have listened.

I'm a very determined person; I would make him love me.

But there still leaves that promise. What if I'm misinterpreting everything? I could feel tears swell up in my eyes as I fought the urge to cry. I didn't want to accept that I couldn't have him. That I wouldn't have him.

As I came across my room, I immediately laid on the ground, starring at a poster of him mounted on the ceiling. His trademark grin. The triumphant look in his beautiful emerald eyes...

Ugh! How am I suppose to stop thinking about him when he's all over my house?!

I turned away from him, lying in a fetal position as I felt my brain surge, forcing me to remember the years I wasted on him. All the hope that was shattered today.

I wanted to forget him. I wanted to make everything less unbearable. I knew it would be hard to do this, but I could still try.

Jumping to my feet, I used a stool to to remove the posters of him on the walls, and the same one mounted on the ceiling. Reaching into my nightstand, I brought out my, My Sonic diary, and proceeded to play the All Remnants of Sonic scavenger hunt as I found various items from all over the apartment, including my Sonic and Amy the Hedgehog Dream Wedding scrapbook (I swear its from my childhoodl!) and placed them in a cardboard box.

Retreating to the kitchen, I found a box of matches. Shoveling the items into the fireplace, I struck a single match without a second thought and threw the pitiful mementos in. I knew the more I thought about this, the harder it would be to let go. The longer I thought about this, the harder it would be to relinquish Sonic.

And as much as I didn't want to, what choice did I have? He was with her. She was with him. And I was alone. It was as if nothing ever changed.

I had to admit, however, that I had mistaken the first crackle emitted from the fire as my heart breaking. But I was realizing that my heart had been broken for years now.

As the flames licked and munched at the items, I put my hands close to the fire, hoping that some of the warmth would radiate in me. It was a sad thing that is was the only warmth I would ever receive from Sonic.

Although it was May the hot fire was finally able to warm my cold, devastated skin. I could feel my negative feelings cast away quickly as if they were being used to intensify the fire.

When the articles had all scorched in oblivion, I doused the flame. That was that.

No more mourning.

Good for Amy. But is she actually over Sonic, that quickly? You'll see.

~Kosma B