High School Bules (Sonamy)

Chapter 4

Amy's POV

I walked into the house, tired from the long school day. My mom was in the living room, looking through a magazine. "Hi mom," I said as I walked into the room. My mom looked up and she smiled. "Hi honey, how was school," she asked, putting the magazine on the coffee table. I sat down on the couch next to her.

"It was surprisingly good," I answered.

"Did you talk to Sonic?"

"Yes, we talked over the packet, like what house we were gonna have, jobs, and stuff like that. We had a lot of money left over."

"That's great honey; you seem to be warming up to him."

"He's not that bad I guess."

"You guess? That boy is exactly what you need."

"What mom? No, we're not like that. He has a girlfriend."

"Oh does he now?"

"Yes, and they're happily dating. Besides I've got all my life after college to worry about boys."

"Maybe you should give boys a chance now."

"All the boys now are meatheads."

"Even Sonic?"

"He's part meathead."

"Amelia I think it would be healthy for you to be in a relationship with someone."

"What's the point in rushing?"

"Well, the thought of knowing that he'll be with you the whole way."

"People date, they break up, and then they get left with a broken heart. After a few weeks, they get patched up and then go through the process again."

"Have you ever thought about marriage? I mean, you're with the person forever."

"Then why did you go marry John if you're bound to Dad forever," I asked bitterly.

"Amy, you need to understand that your father isn't with us anymore and I know it's hard for you-"

"Hard? He's the only one who cared Mom." Tears streamed down my face.

"Amy, don't-"

"You know it's true. Is there some kind of reason why you started dating John six months after Dad died?"

"Amy-"

"Answer the question Mom." The door opened and John walked in carrying Chinese food bags. He smiled at my mom and his eyes turned to me, his smile dropped when he saw the tears. "Amy, what's-"

"Stop acting like you're my father," I half yelled as I got up, grabbing my book bag. I ran up to my room and shut the door behind me. I let the tears fall. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I walked up to the bench and sat down. I haven't spoken to my mom or John since my outburst and it's been a week since that. I opened my book and started reading. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I screamed and got up, holding up the book as a weapon if I needed to. Sonic laughed at me. At his side was a little light turquoise hedgehog with many shoulder length thin quills. Her eyes were light blue and she had a tan muzzle similar to Sonic's, but lighter. She was wearing a teal plain shirt with jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her thumb was in her mouth while her other hand was holding Sonic's hand. I smiled.

"Is this your sister," I asked Sonic who was looking at me.

"Yea," he said. He looked down at the small hedgehog. "Are you gonna introduce yourself," he said softly, bending down to her height. I did as well. She looked from Sonic to me. She took her thumb out of her mouth. "I'm Crystal," she whispered.

"Hi Crystal, I'm Amy," I said, holding out my hand to her. She looked at Sonic, her look asking if it was okay. He nodded once and she let go of his hand and shook mine. "Hi Amy," she said before putting her thumb back in her mouth.

"You can play if you want," Sonic said, motioning to the playground. She looked at him worried. "It's okay, I'll be right here watching. We'll be over in a minute, I promise," he said. There was something about the way he used his voice made me see him differently. Crystal nodded and ran over to the playground. Me and Sonic got back up. He sat down on the bench and I sat down next to him.

"She seems shy," I said, looking at him. He was staring intently at his sister who was sliding down the slide.

"Shy? She's got the loudest mouth I've ever heard," he said.

"She seemed worried at first, about me, did she not like me?"

"You're just new to her, that's all. She has a little bit of trust issues."

"Trust issues? How old is she?"

"Seven."

"Seven? And has trust issues?"

"I know, her dad was just-" he stopped, his teeth clenching.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to or if it makes you mad."

"Naw, if you want to know her than you have to know about her."

"You're really okay with telling me?"

"Yea, I guess I am." His eyes shifted to me. They were kind of reluctant, but I saw trust in them.

"You see, my mom bought him home when she got pregnant with Crystal. I never liked him and I never will. He wasn't a good guy. As Crystal got older and my other siblings and I needed money for school, they were going downhill financially. So, he started trading us for money and somehow he would always get us back. But, I think it was last year, he almost lost Crystal. He had traded her to the wrong kind of person. He abused her and she was so scared. I'll never forget the look on her face when I saved her. Her dad thought that somehow he would get her back, but he kept failing at every try so I took it to my own hands to get her back."

"What did you do?"

"Broke into the guy's house. I've got scars and so does she." His eyes flicked back over to Crystal. "She's scared to trust people because she's scared they'll do her wrong like her dad did. She trusted him and he treated her like dirt. I'm the only one she really trusts now. We moved out of her parent's house and here we are now."

"Sonic, I'm really sorry. I truthfully am." His eyes flicked over to me.

"I feel bad for her. She's going to grow up thinking and knowing that her parent's didn't care about her."

"That's rough."

"Yea, but she'll learn to cope with it. C'mon, time to hit the movies." He got up as I did. We got Crystal and walked to the movies. Something felt different between me and Sonic. More trust maybe. Yea, that's it. Trust.