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Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of its characters. I do how ever own the ideas behind this story. XP
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Chapter one:
Tears
"Sakura Kinomoto, get your skinny little ass over here right now!"
The tiny eight year old girl peeked around the corner at the red faced man who was standing in the middle of the kitchen. He was six feet tall and his twenty years in the service showed in his build. His muscles stood out enough that would strike fear into any child's face and make most women swoon. His eyes were dark brown and full of anger when he saw her emerald green staring at him from around the corner.
Sakura was to skinny to look like an eight year old. Her face was ashen and hallow with dark circles around her eyes from lack of sleep and tears. Dull brown hair lay in flat, tired pleats down to her shoulders. The child's whole appearance had fallen from a spunky smart eight year old to a lost child with a few yellowing bruises on her arms and legs.
Tears spilled from her eyes, she knew what was about to happen, knew what he was going to do. Shattered in the floor was a glass that had tumbled from the cabinet when her father had opened the door. She could almost feel his hands on her, beating and tearing at her flesh. She walked around the corner and stood just out of arms reach from her father. His eyes glared and her and silent tears continued to falls.
"Look at this mess! Look what you did! This was one of your mother's best glasses and you ruined it! How could you be so careless and stupid?" She jumped back when he struck out at her. She screamed and ran, ran from the room and down the hall. Sakura's most recent hiding place was behind the ironing bored in the closet of the guest bedroom. So far it had served well, but she had a feeling he was to close behind her to serve its purpose today. And sure enough with in seconds he had yanked the door open and tore the bored from the closet. Watery eyes stared up at the men above her, pleading with him not to hit her.
SLAP
Sakura's head was thrown against the wall and hit with another thud. He reached out his large hands and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her from the closet. She stumbled as he continued to pull her by her hair down the hall.
He yanked her one last time throwing her into the glass on the floor. Tiny hands reach out to catch her fall. The glass sank into her palms and she squeaked in pain. She sat on her knees, the man towering above her forgotten for a second while she gazed down at her bloody hands. The tears seemed like a never ending river from her eyes and her body shook with fear and pain.
A breathless scream pulled her from her thoughts and pain shot up her back. A fresh welt was sure to arise. He had pulled off his belt and used it as whip on her back. He glared down at her broken form curled in pain on the floor, glass sticking into any part of her body that dared to get to close.
"Clean up this mess you wretched whore!" He turned on his heel and left her there. Sakura cried until the pain her back subsided, her head continued to hurt. Weather the pain was from her headache or from her hair being pulled, she wasn't sure. She pulled the glass from her hands and blood drained from her veins and dripped onto the floor.
Wanting to get the chore done she ignored the singing in her hands as she picked up the glass. As a last effort she even whipped up the blood on the tile. The tears had stopped leaving behind a numb raw feeling.
Sakura could hear the television turned up loud enough to block out the noises of the house in her fathers room. A sweet bitter smells touched her nose and she knew that he was smoking again. She had seen him doing it a few times. Tearing up this green plant and then rolling it up in a thin white piece of paper. After the thing was gone, his eyes were blood shot and he just laid there. This was when she liked him. Sometimes she even wished he would be like that all the time. But sadly, when his eyes were not glazed over he was finding any excuse he could to beat at her body.
It hadn't always been like this. When Sakura's mother was alive, life had been beautiful. She was loved by both of her parents and her older brother. But the Gods must have hated her. In one night bother her beloved mother and over protective brother were taken from her. And ever since then her father had been all over. Evil had taken away her happiness.
A look in the bathroom mirror had fresh tears pouring from her eyes. There was a cut on her left cheek, dried blood smeared around it. Her eyes looked even worse. Dull, with the life literally beaten out of them. Her back had a strip of raised skin, red and throbbing. There was a knot on her head from hitting the wall and her scalp was all but bruised
She tore her lifeless eyes from the mirror and pulled the iodine from the bottom cabinet. With care she poured it over her hands and then wrapped each one tightly with an ace bandage. She turned from her reflection in the mirror wiping the tears from her cheeks. Slowly she walked to the only place in the house that gave her comfort. She crawled under her bed and curled up with the blanket her mother had made for her before she was born. Slowly sleep found her and she slipped off into the dark haven of her numb mind.
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~ Mew Mew Berri: Thank you for reading and please review! Your thoughts would be greatly appreciated! I Chapter Two will be up VERY soon.
