I walk out of my mom's car and walk through my front door

I walk out of my mom's car and walk through my front door. My mom follows behind me. I put my book bag on the floor and my mom stops me from walking. She looks at me very seriously.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you? Your face is bruised and your bleeding." Damnit. Why didn't anyone tell me that I was still bleeding? I turn my head so she can't see it.

"I'm fine…it's nothing…" She kneels down to my height and grabs my cheeks with her hands and forces me to look at her.

"What happened?" she says in a firm, demanding tone.

"I just bummed into a pole…it's not that big of a deal." She smiles and gets up.

"Stay right there." I roll my eyes and obey. She comes out with a band-aid and hydrogen Peroxide. She puts some hydrogen peroxide on her finger and puts it on my cheek. "You have a cut right there…" she smiles lightly and puts the band-aid on my cheek. Fuck. My cheek is stinging. I smile warmly back to her. It's nice to have a mother like her. One so sweet and caring. Just then itachi walks through the door and stares at me with a smile. I ignore him and run to my backpack and grab my notebook. Itachi stares at me as I stand up and hold the notebook close to my chest. I slowly walk to my room and shut my door. Itachi is going to try and talk to me, but I hate Itachi…he always gets dad's attention because he started playing football.

My dad and Itachi always get along, they also are huge homophobes. I really hate it. It makes me even more self-conscious knowing that. I think my dad hates me. He never says anything good about me. Just then I hear a knock on my door. I haven't even sat down yet and he's trying to talk to me. He's always trying to get me into sports but I don't really like sports. My parents forced me to do karate when I was 8, so I guess that's a sport. Of course wonderful Itachi has been taking karate since he was like 6. I hear another knock on the door. I turn around and open my door.

"Yes?" It's Itachi…just like I thought.

"You're going to help me train." Oh since when does he get to decide all of this?

"Psh…yeah right….I'm busy." I keep my door open, run over to my bed and lay on it, opening my notebook and finishing the drawing of Naruto. Itachi walks up to my bed and takes my notebook and opens it, beginging to look through it. He comes across the picture of Naruto and smirks evily.

"What's this Sasuke?" he makes sure his voice has sarcasm in it. I blush immensely and stand up on my bed, trying to retrieve the notebook back.

"Give it back…stop! Itachi!" Itachi smirks and raises it higher.

"I didn't know you were gay Sasuke…talk about disgusting…have you told father yet?" How could he call me disgusting? I cross my arms and sit back down on my bed knowing it's hopeless trying to get the notebook back.

"What's it to you? And no I haven't…" I glare at him. I hate him. I really do.

"So you admit it?" His face turns into digust. "Ew…that's really gross…I'll tell dad for you." He smirks. My eyes widen. Who knows what dad will do if he finds out?!

"NO! Don't! Please Itachi!"

"Well, then I guess you'll have to be my slave…you'll do whatever I say then? Or I'll tell dad your gay…" Damnit…this is blackmail. Stupid Naruto, why do I have to like him? Damnit. I sigh and hold my hand out for the notebook.

"Fine."

"So you'll train with me then." He hands me the notebook.

"Yes yes…okay?! I'll train with you." I hate football and I know he's going to make me play. This sucks.

"That wasn't an offer…it was an order." He grabs my arm and pulls me out the door and my notebook goes flying back on my bed. He takes me outside and takes out his football. Ugh. This is torture for me.