If You Knew
The girl who walks down the hall holding hands with her three-year-old son…
Junior Hinata Hyuuga walked down the halls of Konoha High School, the hand of her son, Aki, clasped tightly in hers. She loved her son dearly. He meant the world to her, and she didn't know what she would do without him now.
But the whispers and stares, stabbing out accusingly…
The one you just called a slut…
"Look at her. What did she do, sleep with the first guy she went out with?"
"She's such a whore. I mean, who has a kid at thirteen?"
Hinata looked at them with sadness. How could they torment her about something they couldn't understand? It's not like she asked for this…
A wolf-whistle sounded from behind her. "Hey, Hyuuga! You open tonight? We could have a crazy time," The boy in question then spoke softly into her ear, close behind her. "If you know what I mean…"
That was the last straw. Hinata had learned that running, contrary to what many said, sometimes running was the most painless and efficient option. Hinata grabbed her child from the tiled floor and ran, Aki clutched to her breast.
The boy's lecherous laugh danced after her, taunting her. "That's right, run you slut! No one could want to be with you now…."
Hinata ducked into a janitor's closet, slamming the door shut behind her and muffling the jeering laughter echoing down the hall. Collapsing down on an overturned bucket, she finally allowed tears to fall.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
Hinata simply gazed at her beautiful son, unable to answer his question.
No one knows that her cousin raped her at thirteen years of age.
Hinata just broke down in sobs. She could still feel him, three years later. Feel as he violated her. Stole her innocence, desecrated her most sacred spots. She still had nightmares about it.
What made it worse was the fact that no one had believed her. No one thought that their celebrated prodigy Neji Hyuuga could do such a thing. Everyone thought that Hinata had been sleeping around, even her friends. They just smiled and nodded, thinking that she as trying to avoid blame.
Hinata pulled her concerned child tightly to her, and cried into his dark hair.