A/N: Okay… I wrote this story sort of after my own experiences. Although, it wasn't my father it was my Ma and she didn't use a whip, she used coat hangers and then my aunt used a belt… XD … I bet they hurt just as bad as whips anyway. READ AND ENJOY!

Introduction

She sat alone in the corner of the lunch room. She nibbled at her cheese filled pretzel she got for lunch. She had a whole half of the table to herself and she wasn't that hungry. Her tray wasn't that full anyway. She thought this might happen and she didn't want to waste money. She threw away the little she had left and sat back down, waiting for lunch to end.

Sakura Haruno was age 15 and quite beautiful too. She had green eyes and unusual pink hair but that didn't mean it wasn't natural. She wore a grey hoodie that was zipped up all the way, blue wrist warmers, black jeans and white and red tennis shoes. Even though there seemed to be nothing wrong with Sakura, she was reject by everyone in Konaha High. She didn't know why, they didn't even know why. They just all avoided her like she was a disease.

But Sakura didn't mind. She only went to school so she could have relief from the hell that was her home. The hell that everyday she had to return to. The hell that was created by her father.

That is a subject we'll get on later.

Sakura pulled out some papers from her bag like binder. She loved that bag. It was like a Binger just with a shoulder strap a few other pockets. She kept her school papers in there, her wallet and everything else.

Sakura began to work on the math problems. She could do them after school though… her schedule

The pink haired blossom put the paper back in her bag and the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period. She started heading to her next class.

The rest of her classes went by with out notice and the last bell rang. Sakura waited a bit till the hall cleared before she went to her locker. She finally left the classroom when less people crowded the hallway then entered her combination into her lock. Successful on the first try, she swung the door open and pulled out her jacket. Though the black winter jacket looked new, Sakura got it at the thrift store downtown.

She walked out the door to meet the cold breeze of winter. Snow lightly covered the ground and all the trees were bare. Sakura pulled up her hood then ran down the street. She'd spend her time in the library till her curfew at eight. She'd do anything to prevent herself from getting home faster.

She stopped and got some French fries on the way. It was very hard because her father only gave her a mouthy allowance of 105 dollars that she had to buy all her clothes and food from. That's why she always shopped at thrift stores. With the constant change of seasons it was always hard to have the right stuff in her wardrobe. Though she'd always look for coupons and wait for the sails. Sometimes she'd even shoplift a bit to get by…

She finally got to the library and immediately headed up the stairs to the second floor's research section.

"Hello Miss Haruno!" Ibiki greeted Sakura as she passed him, "Here for more research?"

Sakura whirled around and bowed slightly and she greeted him in return, "Good afternoon Morino-san. I'm just looking around. All the projects are over."

"Okay," he said and continued to look over the files at his desk.

Sakura pulled out one of the 'Small Mammals' books and heads over to a chair to read it. She pulls her coat on the chair then sat down and began to page through the book.

Sakura was halfway done with her book when she glanced at the wall. She flinch, 'Seven thirty?! OH SHIT FUCK!!!' she placed her book back in it's place then grabbed her coat and ran out the door. She got home just in time and ran up to her room. She opened the door and threw herself inside.

To tell the truth, Sakura's room wasn't a room. It was a large closet. There was a bed in the back that took up the whole back wall and reached side to side even though it was quite small. Around the walls were shelves that she put her clothes and other possessions. On one side there was a bar under the shelf that reached wall to wall and where the thin poll didn't cross over her bed, she hung her few jackets and a few shirts. Behind were the door would be if it were open, was a few pairs of shoes. Yep, this was Sakura's room and she was very use to calling it that.

Sakura turned on the light that was really just a dim light bulb in the sealing then shoved her bag under her bed where there was still room available. She threw off her shoes then hung her coat then her sweater. When she pulled of the sleeves of her hoodie, it reviled the bandages she had on both arms. On the skin they didn't cover, burses were visible.

Sakura changed into PJ's then sat on the bed, trying thinking of something to do when the door busted.

There stood her father with a two tailed whip in hand. It was obvious by the smell of his breath he had a good swing of alcohol.

Sakura screamed as the whip flew towards her. She fell to the ground and immediately covered her head with her arms and tucked her legs underneath her. She recoiled even more every time she felt the long tails of her fathers whip make contact with her back, sides, arms, or uncovered parts of her neck.

After what seemed like a eternity, the lashings stopped and Sakura heard her door slam. She laid on the ground trying to gain the ability to stand. Finally she wobbly got up. Her clothes were well torn up, her arms well covered in cuts and rising bruised skin as well as her back her sides and a couple parts of her legs. She held her hand over a gash in her side that hurt a little more then the rest of her injuries and a free hand searched the shelves. She got another set of pajamas, some ointment and some bandages.

She walked out of her room and into the bathroom directly across the hall from her closet. It was her own personal bathroom even though it was a crappy one. With mold eaten at walls, it was small with a pink sink that had a mirror above it, a toilet that was pink and a shower that was pink also with pink curtains. The walls hat a pink flower pattern though it was peeling anyway, and the two out of the three light bulbs were burred out.

Sakura turned out the water then set down her clothes. She undressed and hopped into the scorching streams of water and her skin turned slightly pink in response. She washed of her wounds with strawberry body wash, that came out of her budget, then strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner that a lot came out of her budget.

She turned out the water then grabbed a towel and carefully wrapped it around herself, wincing every time the fabric brushed over her wounds. She got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned even more when she saw a gash that went down the left side of her face, starting at her forehead, by some miracle, skipping over her eye, then continuing again on her cheek. She placed some ointment on the cut then proceeded to looking over the rest of her body.

Most of her wounds weren't cuts but burses or pink swelling skin. She placed a bit of ointment on all the wound, including the ones she could reach on her back, wincing at the pain cause by the substance going into some of the still open wounds. When done she wrapped up only the cuts, not wanting to waste anything in her minimal supply.

She dresses carefully then walked back to her room and turned on the alarm clock. Once that was done she threw her torn up clothes into the hamper that was at the end of the bed. Her dad got her the hamper because at one time he refused to wash her clothes. In the end, teachers and students were complaining about the horrid smell coming from Sakura and a few teachers offered to go to her house to see why she couldn't wash her clothes. She was so happy because she thought they would see the horrible conditions she had to live with and maybe they'd save her, but instead her father got rid of the problem by washing her clothes once of twice a week and assuring the teacher it would never happen again. That was fourth grade…

Sakura threw herself on the bed but immediately sprung upwards due to the pain caused by laying on her back. She turned off the lights and carefully laid down on her tummy then got under the covers. She closed her eyes and felt sleep over come her.