Hey everyone! Here's my new story. I think it'll have five chapters. I don't know how this story came in my mind... maybe because I read a sad/drama/angst book two weeks ago... Whatever my reasons, I wrote it so enjoy!

Warnings: It's a M rated story because of a bad language and suggestive themes but it will have no lemon. You are warned.

Disclaimer: This count for all the story: I don't own Naruto or any characters of this manga/anime.

My Life

Chapter 1

I was five years old.

I had no brothers nor sisters, no uncles nor aunt. Nothing. No family minus my father and my mom.

My mom used to say that her family didn't approve my father and she cut all connection with them. She didn't no about my father's family. She said they were mean and he escaped at the age of sixteen.

They got married when my mom was sixteen, and my dad twenty-five. My mom used to say they got married because they were in love. After one year of marriage, they had me. She told me too that I was an union of this love. I believed her because I was five years old.

My father was always drunk. My mom and I was used to it. He was getting fired of every job after one week and even less. My mom was a stripper to pay the bills. She told me that strippers were beautiful ladies that had difficult problems in life and had to pleasure men for money. I had asked if it was good. She looked at me with serious eyes and told me it was bad, but she had to do it because we needed money. After, she would murmured that it was better than being prostitute. She murmured softly so I couldn't hear, I always heard it. It's just that I didn't ask because of her tone of voice, so sad and full of regrets.

My mom was gentle, sweet and really caring. My father was the opposite. He didn't like me. I knew it and often I would ask mom why. She always respond me that I was wrong and that even if it look like he didn't like me, in the bottom of his heart, he did. I wasn't sure, but I liked my mom too much to say it wasn't true.

Because of her job, my mom was rarely at home at night. My father wasn't there, no one knew where he was. I was left alone most of the time at night but I didn't care. Mom was the fist one to come back every time. My father could come back some hours later, drunk. Sometimes, he was coming home the next day, or we could see him only three or four days later.

Even with all those problems, for five years, I was happy. My mom was all I needed. But one day, all changed. My mom didn't have to work that night and we decided to watch movies. I was happy that mom was there but my father arrived drunk. My mom told me to go to sleep. I didn't want but she told again, this time as an order. I listened to her and went upstairs. I went to my room but I didn't went to bed. I stayed next to the door. Trying to hear what they were saying. I heard my father shouting. He was saying bad things to my mom. I heard my mom's soft voice saying things to calm him down but it didn't help. I heard a crash, then my mom's scream. After, I heard my father's loud step climbing the stairs. I backed away from the door. My father then opened it slowly, saying softly my name. I started to scream "Mommy!" the loudest the I could. He said that it didn't matter, I could scream but my mom couldn't hear a thing. He started to stroke my hair softly, still saying my name. I continued to scream. He then touched me where he should had never touch. I started to cry. He undress me and got off his pants. I was still crying, screaming. He then said the thing that would forever stayed on my mind.

"I love you Tenten-chan."

I cried even more…

After he had finished with me, he fall asleep on my bed. I went directly in the living room, not caring that I was naked. Then I saw the unmoving body of my mom. On the cold floor. I cried even more. Still, crying, I called the police. They couldn't understand a thing of what I was saying. They came anyway and a nice policewoman gave me a blanket to cover my body. They enveloped my mom's body and took my father with them. I didn't well understand all the talking of the policemen but I clearly understood what happened that night.

My father had killed my mom and raped me.

I was five years old.

This is the beginning of my story, my life.

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