◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 20: The Subsequent Five Months

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Yes, my brain is fagged!

Yes, I'm worn out and don't need this, nor do I have time for it!

"You... You spat on me."

And, yes. Yes, I spat on Shadow Hedgehog!

After ten perpetual minutes of searching unsuccessfully, it only seemed logical to involve the authorities, seeing as news came from neither Tails, Blaze, Cream, nor Sticks. We should have been pulling into a police station this very instant, but, of course, the callous prick decided all by himself otherwise. 

The plan—If it wasn't complicated enough already—entailed finding Rouge, making sure she was safe before boarding our delayed plane and returning to normal. Normal, denoting we go about our lives harmoniously ignoring one another's existence and affairs. Yet here it is, in all its ruined glory!

"Fuck off!" I scream in his face again, completely fed up with this "doll-house" excuse of a marriage, with his trivialization of this situation, with him pissing me off intentionally, and his obstinate attitude towards simple queries!

"Fuck off, damn you!" I kick and struggle more, unrelenting. To think I even praised him for taking on our thorny circumstances despite its inconveniences when his actual intentions were man-handling me to provoke his brother. "Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!"

"Would you, please, calm down?"

"Calm down?"

I didn't want him proving me right, confirming I'm truly being used and validating his adopted child's existence as a tool aimed at keeping his dying father irate. I didn't want this marriage serving as a double kill, a ploy used to assure his control over SEGA Cooperations and an opportunity to spite its rightful heir,—Sonic, his own flesh and blood—just to gain a fickle sense of authority in his shitty life!

"You want me to obey you? Why? So you can mold and control like you do everyone else, pain free?" 

Shadow wanted people like a toddler collect their favourite toys, and I was no different! I wasn't special, and it hurt. It hurt physically: on my wrists, in my chest! It hurt emotionally, when lacerating tears prickled the rims of my eyes, his hands biting harder and harder into my flesh with my convulsions, pulls, twists, and turns. It hurt because any affinity I previously felt towards this man died in an instant.

These weird advances... I see them for what they are now: ill-intended, fool-hardy attempts at feeling something—anything!—just so that cold dungeon of a heart can continue accumulating a bitterness that engulfs every inch of his black soul! He lived off it. Hurting people fuelled him emotionally, physically, spiritually; it didn't kill him!

Shadow never cared about anyone. He only sold an illusion of affection.

There would always be something sinister brewing behind those devilish red eyes... that honey-tinged skin and arresting exigent quills which mysteriously charmed me at first. But I know better now.

"Let go off me!" I'm looking him in the eyes while I said it, just as he had demanded. "Let go off me now or I'll scream, I swear!" louder than I already am!

His hands loosened their grip, but his eyes' ferocity never ceded their keen investigation of mine. " I need to know where you'll be headed... I don't want you running off again."

Again?

I waited silently, daring him to try me when he finally released me.

Outside the car, I stockpile deep, heavenly cool breaths, allowing the soothing chill of the night wind to dust across my suffocated, sizzling skin. My lungs followed suit, unwinding from its deoxygenated shamble as I rubbed away the stinging weight of Shadow on my wrists while simultaneously doing the same for my eyes. I hover around the car's proximity for 5 minutes till my nerves subdued their pressurized throbbing, returning to grab a white baseball cap and my red leather tote bag.