Stormy night

Pain

Amy’s POV

He did not even look back… Wiping tears that had started to fall, I sat up and tugged the shirt down. I had been so sure that he had wanted me. So sure while he was kissing me. What is wrong with me? Am I destined to be alone forever?

I stood and walked over to his dresser to pick up the picture of us. I’d given up on Sonic in the storm, but would I have to give up Shadow as well?

I rubbed a hand over my heart. It had never hurt this much before. With a shudder, I silently wished that the rain had indeed stopped. I would put on my dress, wet or not, and walk home. Maybe I would not feel so bad if I got away from Shadow.

But he isn’t in here, a nagging voice said. You are away from him. I shifted closer to the headboard, deciding that the maze would take my mind off him.

Shadow’s POV

I wanted to punch something. I wanted to ram my head against the table I sat at until I bled. I stared out the window, watching helplessly as the rain battered the window. I hated myself for what I had just done up there.

“Shadow, you’re a bigger fool than even Sonic,” I told myself. I heard a door slam and walked out of the kitchen to see what it was. Speak of the devil…

The blue blur shook himself much like he had done at the diner earlier. “Damn, who knew rain could be that violent, huh?”

My eye twitched. Remembering Amy’s tears over him, I had to hold back the desire to cold cock him. “What are you doing here, faker?”

“Meh. I just wanted out of the storm, that’s all,” he grinned at me. “Plus, I figured you’d have some food.”

“Not for you,” I muttered. “Get the hell out of here.”

“Sheesh. Now you sound like Knuckles. ‘Get offa my island. What are you doing here? Blah, blah, blah,'” His eyes darted around. “Oh sweet, you got a fire goin’.”

Before I could stop him, he was standing in front of it. “So why are you testier than normal, Shad? Got a girl here or something?” He snickered at me, but I could tell the second he saw Amy’s things on the floor. His face went white and his eyes huge. “Holy crap!”

He whipped around to gape at me. “You got Amy here?!”

My eyes twitched again. “It’s not what you think, you baboon. She never made it out of the rain, so--”

“Her dress is dry,” Sonic pointed out.

My teeth clenched. “She’s been here a while.”

“Uh-huh…” He was slowly driving me to murder with that superior look in his eyes. “Where is she now?” His eye caught something and he bolted to the side of the stairs where he picked up her headband. “Upstairs, eh?” He grinned. “I bet she’s in your bed.”

Now my ears went flat on my head. “She was hurt.” Oh, he was so close to being killed. “She’s probably asleep.”

“Right…Asleep… I bet she’s pretty tired after the…ah…storm.”

It would take someone with a lot less brains than me to understand what Sonic was implying. “One more word, faker, and I swear I will kill you.”

“Hey, I’m fine with this. It keeps her the hell away from me.” He tossed her headband over his shoulder. “You can have her. I couldn’t care less what happens with her.”