It's not like it was the first time it happened. It was actually far from it.
Sakura was cleaning up the liquor bottles that were lying in the kitchen, and she was waiting for him to come home. It was normal for him to be gone like this, and it was normal for him to be groveling at her feet when he did come home. Sasuke Uchiha had become an achoholic. He would get drunk, leave, then come back a few days later. He was making those around him, those that loved him, suffer for his own addiction.
Sakura finished cleaning up the kitchen, and was sitting in the big bay window, waiting for Sasuke to come home. She loved him, and he'd caimed to love her, too. But he seemed to love his addiction more. Sakura had thought of leaving him, but she loved him too much.
Every time he'd come home, he'd promise to sober up, but that promise was too often broken. This would just be a replay. He'd never hit his woman, and he never intended to, but it seemed as if he was always drunk. He was a whole different person when he was drunk, he was violent, but he never hit her. He loved her.
A door opened and Sakura was awakened from a daydream. Sasuke walked over to her, staggering from his previous six pack. He attempted to hug her, but she jumped out of the way. Sakura walked into the kitchen, hopeful to start and end the deed quickly.
She opened the refridgerator, and pulled out the only six pack in the house. She opened every one of the cans, and dumped it inot the sink, much to Sasuke's dismay.
"Well, what did you do that for? Why did you dump my boooze?" Sasuke was clearly angry, but Sakura continued to ignore him. It was time she took control of his life, seeing as he wouldn't. She would get rid of every achoholic beverage on the property, and then call a rehabilitation center. It was time he kept his promises, even if she had to keep them for him.
"You need to sober up, Sasuke. I'm fed up with it. If you want to keep drinking, then fine, but you'll have to say goodbye to me. You have to choose, either me, or the liquor. I should have done this a long time ago, before you became a faggot drunk." Sakura was now looking him in the eye, and he looked like he would explode any second.
"You think you can tell me what I should and should not do? Well, little missy, you've got another thing coming." Yep, he was definintly drunk."You better watch your tone with me, missy, or you'll get yourself beat, real bad." Sasuke was never really Sasuke when he was drunk,he'd never really threaten Sakura, not when he was sober. And he didn't talk like some abusive faggot.
"Come on, hit me. Not like I care. You've screwed up enough, a few more times won't matter." Ooh, big mistake, Sakura.
Sasuke drove his fist into her side, knocking the breath from her lungs. He continued to hit her, until he realized what he was doing. He was beating his wife. He was really sorry now. Sasuke watched as Sakura stood up, brushed herself off, and walked out of the house. He hated himself now, he hated himself to the ends of hell and back again.
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Sakura was at Ichiraku's, quietly sipping a cup of ramen broth. She remembered the beating, and she knew that it wasn't Sasuke beating her. It was a whole other person. She glanced to the payphone, just outside of the stand, and decided it would be for the best.
"Umm..Hello? I need the Konoha Rehabilitation Center, please." She waited for a few moments for the line to pick up. "Yes...umm...my husband's been drinking heavily for the past few months, and I need to know what I'd need to do to get him some help. I've tried and tried to convince him to stop, but..." By now she was in tears and her mascara was running.
"Calm down, hun. Is he with you right now?" The voice at theother end tried to console her.
"No."
"Okay, find him, and take him to the hospital and they'll take it from there. Okay, hun?" The voice didn't wait for her to respond.
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