A/N: Hello, Welcome To My New Story-Heart-

Disclaimer: ...I Don't Own Naruto.. D:

Random Sheeit Before I Continue?: Hmm. I Don't Know.

Warning: RAPE. You've Been Warned.

IGYLHM

Chapter 1

An average person needs $112.25 worth of groceries per month, if there are two people in the household, that adds up to $224.50. Who do you think has the job to come up with all this money? That's right. Sakura Haruno.

The sixteen year old girl sat shivering on the side of the road. She pulled her rag shirt closer to her fragile body and tightened the grip she had on her money cup.

It was December, snow covered everything, and the temperature had to be about 20 degrees, yet she sat without even a coat. Every day she was forced to go out in the freezing cold to beg for money, because her 'master' blew off all the money he made at bars.

She was spacing out, imagining running on a beach, her toes in the sand. The sunlight warmed her skin, and a cool breeze blew her hair back. Maybe a wave would come and her feet would be underwater, so she would splash around and run for higher ground. Maybe she would collect seashells along the beach.

The loud footsteps of a man broke her out of her trance and she jumped.

He was a bulky man in a black suit, he rolled a suitcase behind him.

Sakura cleared her throat to catch his attention.

"Um.. Do you have any spare change sir?"

He didn't even stop, just glanced at her with a scowl on his face.

It made sense, she was sitting there like a trash can on the pristine streets of the rich neighborhood begging for money. If anyone decided to tour there, how would their opinion change if they saw someone like her, a beggar.

A large woman with two small children holding her hands waddled by. It was easier with people like Mrs. Thompson. She was one of those nice rich softies, the ones who's composure faltered with a weak smile. People who pitied her gave her money, and if she acted extra innocent, she got more.

"Hello Mrs. Thompson, do you have any spare change today?" Sakura whispered politely.

"Oh, Sakura! Out here again?"

The pinkette lived with a man she hated. Her parents died when she was little so she didn't remember them. She had been in an adoption center until she was fifteen, then she was taken in by an evil man named Subaki. He was abusive, he beat her and acted as if she was his little sex doll.

"I do this everyday, remember?" She laughed halfheartedly.

"I'm so sorry dear! Hold on, let me check." Mrs. Thompson let go of the childrens' hands and dug through her purse.

"Sakura!" Katy and Chelsea squealed as they ran to said girl.

"Hey girls!" Sakura smiled at the 6 and 7 year olds.

7 year-old, Chelsea grabbed Sakura's arm, begging her to stand up. The teen complied.

The girls chased after each other, yelling and giggling, for a few minutes, while Mrs. Thompson watched in approval.

"Sakura" She finally spoke up "I found a ten dollar bill I'd like you to have." Mrs. Thompson smiled.

"Thanks!" The pink haired girl beamed. "I really appreciate it!"

"I'm sorry to cut this visit short, but i'm sort of in a hurry.. "

"I'll be here tommorow. Thanks again Mrs. Thompson, bye Katy, bye Chelsea!"

They all said their farewells.

Sakura sighed and sat back down, she had 16 dollars and 79 cents now.

That's when a brown-haired blue-eyed rich girl popped out of nowhere.

"Sakura!"

Said girl jumped at the high pitched yell.

"Ohhh, hey Alisa!"

"Whats new?" The brunette laughed

"I'm bored, and cold." She frowned.

"Me too! So, how's business coming?"

"About 17 dollars."

"How about, about one hundred and seventeen dollars?" Alisa asked then held out a 100 dollar bill.

"Alisa~!" Sakura whined.

"Oh well."

Both girls laughed and the brunette wrapped her arms around the pinkette to keep her warm.

Alisa was Sakura's best friend. The brunette wasn't supposed to hang out with 'poor people' or else her daddy would yell at her, but Alisa could care less, she did as she pleased.

Sakura was tired and she had to get to the store before Subaki came home.

"Hey Alisa, I gotta go pick up some food..."

"Your time of the month is coming too, grab some pads kay?"

Sakura laughed "Alright, what time is it?"

"Uhm..." Alisa pulled out her purple cell phone. "Six thirty."

"Shit! Whats the exact time?"

"6:32..?"

"I gotta go! He'll be home at like, 7:30! I gotta make him food and everything!"

"I'll come with you!"

They ran to the cheapest store; Corner Mart.

It was about a block away, they'd be there in like five minutes if they didn't stop sprinting.

They arrived at the store at 6: 39, slammed open the door, and ran to the produce section.

She bought meat, girl stuff, apples, two liters, paper plates, chips, cookies, bread, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and candy bars.

Alisa helped carry everything to the cashier and she pulled out her wallet as the girl rang them up. They thanked the lady and left carrying the bags.

"Time?" Sakura asked

"6:48, you'll be fine!"

They both ran to Sakura's dump of a house.

When they got there, luckily the house was abandoned. Alisa put Sakura's girl stuff in the cabinet next to the toilet while the pink haired teen made Subaki a nice sandwich. She then made another tiny one for herself.

Sakura ate while Alisa chatted with her quietly.

"7:17... You know, you can come to my house if you want. You don't have to stay here..."

"Alisa, your dad hates poor people."

"Well, Sakura, if you lived with me, you wouldn't be poor anymore"

"I don't know." Sakura said while she pulled out the two candy bars from the store and handed one to Alisa.

"Thanks.. Think about it, I can't stand you having to live with this..." The brown haired girl unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite.

"I'll consider it... You probably want to head home, he'll be here soon." Sakura sighed, nibbling on the candy.

"7:24, You sure you don't wanna come with me...?"

"I'll be fine, bye Alisa..."

Alisa hugged her friend before muttering a "Bye..."

The brunette grabbed her purse and coat, managed a small smile, and waved to the pink haired girl.

Said pink hair waved back.

Alisa then stepped outside and slowly trudged home.

Sakura had just barely finished eating her candy bar when Subaki entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

"Where's my fucking food!"

Smelling the alcohol on his breath, Sakura handed him the sandwich, some chips, and a cup of pop.

"You little bitch." he muttered as he said down on a beaten up chair, placing his food on the old, cracked table.

He scarfed down his food in a few minutes.

"Ohh, whats that smell?" he demanded.

"Alcohol..."

"No, not that.. Is that PERFUME! Did you go out and waste our money on perfume!" Subaki stood and slammed Sakura against a wall.

"No! No, it's not mine!"

"You stole someone's perfume? Or did you sleep with someone to get it? You little whore !" He punched her hard in the stomach.

Sakura doubled over in pain. "That's not it either... It's my friends'..."

"Oh i see, you have a friend who came over here and smelled up the whole house? You have a girl friend. I want to meet her. You can't have friends without MY permission! I want to meet her. Tomorrow."

"No Subaki!"

Said man slapped Sakura in the face, leaving her cheek pink.

"Is she rich? Hmm?"

"Yeah..."

"Bring her over here."

"NO!"

"Sakura, you piss me off." And with that he pushed her onto the ragged old smelly bed they shared.

A/N: Auww Shit.. O.O