Sonic's Story

The Accident

That evening, after a delicious dinner prepared by Shadow, the three housemates were busy cleaning up the kitchen together. Sonic was washing the dishes, Shadow was drying them and putting them away, while Tails cleaned off the table and counters.

"I'll admit that one good thing did come out of being abused and treated like a slave." Sonic smiled while washing a plate.

"And what could that possibly be?" Shadow frowned in question as he dried a fork and put it away.

"I at least know how to clean." Sonic chuckled as he pulled out the now sparkling plate.

"Haha, very funny Faker." Shadow rolled his eyes with a smile as he took the plate and commenced drying it.

"Hehe, yeah." Sonic smiled as he reached into the dishwater to grab another dish. However, as he reached into the brownish soapy water, he reached too far and he felt a slight stinging pain as he rubbed his hand against something sharp.

"AAAHHH!" He cried out as he yanked his hand out of the water and held it close to his chest.

"Sonic!" Shadow and Tails called out in response to his cry.

Grimacing, Sonic backed away from the sink and sat on one of the dining chairs, holding his now bleeding hand close to his chest.

"Sonic, what happened?" Shadow asked as he took the blue blur's hand to examine the cut.

"I don't know." Sonic choked out a sob. "There's something sharp in the water."

Cautiously, Tails stuck his hand in the water and pulled out the drain. Once the water was completely drained out of the sink, Tails reached in and took out the only dish that could've cut Sonic's hand. A large carving knife.

"Dammit." Shadow hissed with guilt. "I forgot that I put that in there. I'm so sorry, Sonic."

"Don't feel bad, Shads," Sonic smiled through his tears. "It's not your fault. It wouldn't be the first time I was accidentally hurt by a knife. I'm just glad this time it was just a cut."

"What are you talking about?" Shadow frowned as Tails came over with a first aid kit.

"Don't tell me your mother hurt you with a knife!" The fox gasped as he opened the kit.

Sonic closed his eyes and hung his head, slightly nodding in affirmance.

"Yes, she did," He sighed, but quickly defended when he saw the angered looks his friends gave. "But it was an accident! That, I will say. Mother never meant to stab me."

"How can being stabbed be an accident?!" Shadow hissed.

Sonic sighed, rolling his eyes as he began to tell the next part of his story while Shadow and Tails fixed up his injured hand.

...

The summer of 1971 set the tone for the remainder of the time that I lived with Mother.

I had not yet reached my 7nth birthday, but for the most part, I knew what forms of punishment to expect. To exceed one of Mother's time limits on any of my multiple chores, meant no food. If I looked at her or one of her children without her permission, I received a slap in the face. If I was caught stealing food, I knew Mother would either repeat an old form of punishment or dream up something new and hideous. Most of the time Mother seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and I could anticipate what she might do next. However, I always kept my guard up and tensed my entire body if I thought she might come my way.

As June turned to early July, my morale dwindled. Food was little more than a fantasy. I rarely received even left-over breakfast, no matter how hard I worked, and I was never fed lunch. As for dinner, I averaged about one evening meal every three days.