Gaara grunted as his fathers foot buried itself in his side. he was in another drunken rage. Gaara swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and closed his eyes, and remembered, he did this to protect a girl who was being harassed by someone. he had helped was not in the wrong.
"why would you do this you little Prick? you're giving me a bad reputation!" his father growled. Gaara sent a teal cold glare at him. his father kicked him again 'Answer me fucker!"
"I was protecting her… the boys were harassing her… i was stopping them." he grunted out, his voice laced with pain.
"You were protecting a girl? Why its not like she's ever even touch you with a five foot pole! you little ugly son of a bitch. with that stupid scar on your forehead. no one will ever love you!" he picked up Gaara by his hair and slung the small boy across the room. "get out of my sight." Gaara got up and limped up the stairs. he stopped at the bathroom. his father was generally more careful when beating him as to not leave too many bruises. now his face was swollen on one side, and his eyebrow was split. his lips were bloody, and he had bitten his tongue. he cleaned the blood from his mouth, and wet a washrag in cold water and put it against his face. he entered the room in which he and kankuro stayed silently, being sure not to let in any light. his brother was in bed, half asleep, healing from his concussion.
"Gaara, are you alright?' kankuro croaked.
"yeah I'm fine." Gaara returned softly, his words were a little muffled by his swollen cheek.
"Its sounded really bad tonight. you shouldn't have hit those boys…" Kankuro sighed.
"I was protecting Narumi." Gaara returned softly, "As she had done for me… you know?' he sighed.
"How bad did he hurt you?" Kankuro asked.
"Not too bad." Gaara lied.
"Let me see."
"No, the light will bother you," Gara growled
"Give me my sunglasses, then turn on the lamp." Kankuro ordered back. Gaara hesitated then he set the rag on the table, and handed his brother the sunglasses, and turned on the light.
"Christ gaara! what do you mean 'not too bad'?" Kankuro tried to sit up, but then gripped his head in pain. Gaara pushed him back onto the bed, and turned out the light
"Its fine, Kankuro. you just need to get better." Gaara growled. he pulled his shirt off and put on a pair of pajama pants. as he got into bed, his fingers brushed old scars on his torso and chest. she cringed at the memories that went with those scars.
The next morning, Gaara silently got out of bed, it was still dark, he got little to no sleep. he went and got his cloths from the drawers and slipped into the bathroom down the hall. he looked in the mirror, he had scabs on his lips, and the swelling of his face went down, but there was a blooming dark bruise across his cheekbone. the split on his eyebrow as alright, didn't look too bad. he stuck out his tongue, there was a white scab across it where he had bitten it. at least he could talk. not that he particularly needed to. he undressed and got into the shower, the water felt nice on his sore broken body. he didn't dare spend too much time though, and got out, and dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a red tee shirt. he then pulled on a grey bring me the horizon hoodie and ran a hand through his messy hair. he went downstairs to find his father awake and drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Gaara." his father greeted.
"Good morning Father." Gaara replied stiffly.
"You know Gaara, I only do this because i love you. I want you to turn out good.." Gaara closed his eyes and took a deep breath quelling the anger that rose in him.
"I know, Father." he replied quietly.
"What are you going to do about that bruise? we don't want people to get the wrong Idea do we?" he asked.
"I got in a fight yesterday, didn't I? why not have a bruise and split lip." Gaara replied.
"Theres a good boy Gaara. make sure you get Kankuro's homework."
"Of course." Gaara nodded, he turned and grabbed his bag, and put it on, he looked in the corner, and decided he would bring his bass today, as he did have a band class, and their guitars were really crappy. he grabbed the case and left.
As he was walking, a brown jeep pulled up next to him, he looked over, in it sat a boy with his hair pulled into a tight pony tail uttering something about 'troublesome, in the back a boy with black hair and eyes against the far window, and in the passenger seat, Narumi.
"Hey Gaara-kun I never got to thank you yesterday, you want a ride?" narumi offered. Gaara thought a moment, at this rate he would be late for school, which would earn him another beating.
"Sure." he grumbled. she told him to put his guitar in the back of the jeep, and then he climbed in.
"Gaara how'd you get that bruise? and your lips are split." Narumi asked.
"I did get in a fight Narumi-san." gaara said.
"I didn't see him hit back…" Narumi frowned
"I think you were a little preoccupied…" gaara glanced at her, and she looked down,
"Well, thanks anyway, Gaara-kun. Kimi, Dei Sasori and Sai told me they met you yesterday."
"Yeah. the art students." Gaara nodded. it was making him uncomfortable to talk this much.
"Well, here we are, school." the ponytail said.
"Oh, Gaara, this is Shikamaru Nara and Sasaike Uchiha" Narumi introduced,
"I've heard of the Uchihas. big business typhoons, right?" Gaara spoke to the dark haired boy.
"Yeah. we've traded with the Sabakus before." Sasuke replied. Gaara nodded,
"Are you he next in line?"
"No, my older brother, Itachi." Sasuke replied bitterly.
"Same." Gaara replied, "Kankuro will become the head of the company, I might be able to get a job there if I'm lucky." They pulled up to the school, and they all piled out. as gaara was getting his bass, Narumi called back
"It was nice to see you gaara-kun! Sit with us at lunch, Kay?"
Gaara watched after her, a warm feeling spread through him, is this what it felt like to have friends?