⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
This story contains scenes depicting physical and mental abuse, rape, and substance abuse. Please be mindful of these and other possible triggers.

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*Sonic's POV*
"Were you with her again?" I asked Fleetway as he walked inside the house. "You promised me that if I did what you wanted, then you wouldn't leave."

"And I didn't leave you, I will always come back to you. You don't want me to go to her then maybe you should get better in bed." Fleetway rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. I had made him his favorite dinner.

"But you left with her again! I've been trying!" I raised my voice. He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed, full of anger.

"I came back, didn't I? I couldn't leave you, I wouldn't do what your friends did to you. You're mine, remember? But I have to relieve some stress as well, don't you think it's fair? If you can't do what I want, then I should be able to go to someone who can." Fleetway looked down as he grabbed a plate and served himself.

"Y-Yes... I guess you're right." I lowered my ears and looked down at my hands, looking at my wedding ring. Fleetway never wore his, but I always had to wear mine. Especially when I went out by myself.

"Great. Can you roll a joint for me?" He placed a small see-through bag on the table beside him, and I nodded. I walked to him and grabbed the bag, then made my way to the chair in front of him. "Grind it first. Like I thought you."

"I know." I said softly as I started to do what he wanted.

"Did you eat any of this food?" Fleetway asked as he texted someone.

"No." I answered shortly, just the way he wanted.

"Good. Good. So what did you eat?" He didn't even bother looking at me.

"A yogurt." I pointed at the counter where the yogurt was. I hadn't even eaten half of it before Fleetway arrived. I felt like I was starving, but I had done so much progress already, I had lost a lot of weight, and he seemed to like me more now.

I placed the joints I made beside him and grabbed one, knowing the routine Fleetway had. I had to smoke one with him, or else I couldn't go out. It was his way of knowing I wouldn't go too far away. How could I when I was high? He cared about me. Unlike anyone else.

When Fleetway finished eating, he walked up to me and instead of reaching for the lighter like I thought he was. He grabbed me by the quills and bent me over the table, slamming my head roughly against it. I hissed in pain but didn't move. He loved me. This was his way of showing me he loved me. He spread my legs so he could have space and didn't warn me when he was ready.

When he was done with me, he let go and finally reached for the lighter. He lit up our joints and made me sit on his lap. He blew the smoke in my face, causing me to start coughing. I don't know what was worse, the fact that I lost myself when I lost my friends or the fact that I became the way I am now because I so desperate want him, the last person in my life to stay by ny side.

"Where do you go when you leave?" Fleetway asked me.

"The bar outside of the neighborhood." I answered calmly as I put the last bit of my joint down when I finished.

"You go to a bar? By yourself?" Fleetway growled and grabbed my neck tightly.  "Do you talk to anyone there? Anyone's flirted with you?"

"I-" I wasn't fast enough to say what I wanted to say so he punched me, I groaned and held my muzzle in pain then looked at my hand when I felt blood. He had created a cut on my muzzle.

"Speak!" He snapped and kicked me. I fell against a wall and gasped for air.

He stepped on me over and over again, I tried my best not to cry, not to yell out in pain.

"No. No one. I talk to no one other than the bartender when I ask for a drink. I only go for the drink!" I gasped and curled up on the floor. "I wear my ring. No one would get near me."

"So you tell others you are married to me? What did I tell you?" He helped me up, still growling furiously at me.

"No. I don't say a name. But I make sure everyone knows that I am married." I quickly said. He stayed quiet, then nodded and kissed my forehead as he wiped the blood off my face.

"I'm sorry, baby. But you know I have to make sure no one else knows where to find you so they cant hurt you. I'm doing this for your own good, you know that I love you." He whispered and hugged me tightly.

"I know. I love you too." I smiled and hugged back.

"Go then." He pushed me to the door, but I almost tripped over nothing. I caught myself and walked out of the house and to my usual spot. The bar.

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Putting the warning in every chapter something like that happens because I KNOW some people won't listen to the first 2? 3? Warnings I gave

Guys, this is a serious matter if you or anyone you know are in a abusive relationship or abusive situation, please ask someone for help. Do not stay quiet and do not be afraid to call authorities or ask anyone for help.
There are people who are stuck in situations like these out of fear of leaving or simply believe the person they're with is acting that way out of love.
Do not ever be afraid to ask for help <3