*Sonic's POV*
"Where were you?" Spike asked me. "I have not seen you in over a week." He sounded concerned.

"I have been at home." I groaned at the loud music. "I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to come here."

"What happened to you?" He asked yet again. This time, I didn't ask him for a drink, and he didn't serve me anything either, but he did give me a bowl of nachos yet again. I was starving, and I felt myself craving the food, but even looking at it made me want to throw up. "You better eat this, or I'll force it down your throat." He said sternly.

I knew he was saying it because he was worried. I mean, even I was worried when I saw myself in the mirror. My hands trembled, and I reached for a nacho and took a small bite. It tasted amazing, and I was quick to start eating the rest of it. It felt like I had not eaten in ages.

"Thank chaos you're alive. You had me worried." He let out a heavy sigh then passed me a napkin as he softly laughed. "Here. You've got cheese on your face."

"Thanks." I mumbled and cleaned it away, then put my hands down when I finished the bowl. I must look so pathetic. "Flewtway drugged me." I said while looking down at the empty bowl.

"He what?" Spike raised his voice, both concerned and angry.

"The last time I was here, he forced down an edible on me. I didn't know who I was or where I was for 2 days straight. I was scared, I was so scared. I felt like I was forever going to stay feeling that way. It didn't get better after that. H-He..." I couldn't bring myself to talk anymore. My hands started to shake, and my breathing became heavy as my vision blurred. I moved my hand to my chest and clenched the jacket. "I can't go back."

I heard Spike walking away, so I looked up. He left. He just left without saying anything. I felt like crying. He left me too. I was too much of a mess that he decided to leave me alone, too. I knew if I went back home, Fleetway would just keep me the way he wanted me to. To him, I was just a toy, I wasn't someone he loved or cared for anymore. I wasn't sure I ever was.

"Come on." My ears perked up, and I snapped back to reality when someone grabbed my shoulders from behind. I quickly turned and shoved them away, then realized it was Spike.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I covered my mouth in shock.

"It's fine." He groaned in pain because he had bumped into a customer and received a punch to the gut because of it. "Let's go." He took off his own jacket and gave it to me. "Go to the restroom and change into this, then give me your jacket."

"Why?" I hesitated, then pinned my ears down. "I'm sorry. Yes. I'll go change." I was about to walk away when he turned me around and made me look at him.

"Don't ever apologize to me again. There's nothing you should be sorry about. Go." He turned me around and pated my back.

I nodded and went to the restroom and locked the door. I took off my jacket and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't remember what Fleetway had done to me. It was as if my mind had decided to block it all, but I saw new wounds all over my torso and my back. There was a line on my neck from a new cut Fleetway had caused, a threat I suppose of him saying he'd kill me. I couldn't remember much of what happened the past week and so, but the few things I did remember, I wish I didn't.

I reached and touched the cut on my neck and touched it. It hurt. It was new. Why didn't he just go through with it and kill me?

I wanted to cry, I was sober again for once. Why didn't I try to leave sooner? Why did I stay with him?

I put on Spikes jacket and walked out of the restroom when I put the hood on, covering my quills and partly my face. I saw him by the bar talking to someone who I assume was his boss, so I walked to him.

"I'll work a double next week but I have to go now. Bye." Spike said to his boss when he saw me, then he grabbed my hand and started to walk away with me.

He grabbed the jacket from me and called a cab. When we were inside, he gave an address to go to. At some point during the ride, he rolled down the window and tossed my jacket out of it.

"That way, if he finds your jacket, he won't know where you are at." Spike smiled at me. "Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?" I asked softly as I messed with my gloves. I felt sick.

"What happened between you and your friends?" My ears pinned down, and I looked out the window.

"I don't know. They just decided to drop me, they started to ignore me." I said, almost a whisper. "After a while, I stopped trying too, I had found Fleetway by then, and I left with him."

"Did you meet Fleetway before or after they started to ignore you?" The realization hit me like a train of what he was assuming. I snapped my head in his direction as tears streamed down my muzzle.

"Before." My voice broke.