Chapter 3

Sakura glanced at the Pink clock over her glass desk, the damn thing ticking away. She turned to her thoughts, wanting to sort them out.

She knew what she did to Naruto was wrong. To use him, as an outlet. Maybe she needed therapy. Or maybe she should take up kickboxing as a way to relieve stress? Sakura scoffed quietly.

Who was she kidding? She has tried to stop. but it was hard to-

Sakura's small back slammed against the wall, going right through the Japanese paper door. Her father stumbled out after her, a look of malice staining his face.

"It's yer' fault ya' fuckin bratttt." He slurred, his hands tugging at his own dark pink locks.

"Kizashi please!" Sakura's mother begged, but she didn't move from her huddled position on the floor, her hand cradling her bruised cheek. Sakura was seeing stars but she managed to sit up, her small arms barely holding up her upper body.

"Shut up Woman! All you two Bitches ever do is spend my hard earned money! Who is the bread-winner in this house?!" Kizashi went to Mebuki, gripping her long blonde hair and pulling her painfully.

"You are!" She sobbed, gripping onto the forearm that was pulling her hair so fiercely, she swore her scalp was being pulled off. He smiled lustfully at the crying woman and Sakura watched with big,blurry eyes. She could feel something leaking out of the back of head and her vision was darkening.

She watched as her father tore open the front of her Mother's pretty dress and looped open his belt.

She blacked out-

Sakura shook her head harder than ever, pink locks swaying with her fevered movements. Her eyes burned from the memory of her 8 year old self. She hated the flashbacks, the way her Father had ruined everything and her mother just stood there, taking the beating and sexual abuse. It honestly bothered the hell out of Sakura, even now. Her dad had finally been put away but had reduced his mother to a shell of the woman she was.

Sakura made sure to visit her at least once a month in her room at the loony bin. It was embarrassing, and she was ridiculed for having such fucked up parents and having to live with a foster family. The first person to really care for her was the blonde, even if he did look at her as a trophy to be won. She knew part of the reason Naruto's affections were so strong because she had feelings for his rival.

It was a competition. Or, at least, that's how Sakura saw it.

And that hurt.

She always liked Naruto as a friend, and enjoyed his boisterous company. But it was like dating your little brother, it was weird. Though, that logic didn't keep her from screwing him.

She sighed and fingered some strands of hair, her mood souring at the guilt that suddenly welled in her. She wondered if she should call Sasuke, and see if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee.

She looked at the clock. It read 3:30. When did it get so late? She blew out a breath, before hearing the front door ring. She perked up, pushing her legs so her chair glided to the door of her office. she stood and ran down the stairs, her heart fluttering at the thought of the ebony haired man being there.

'Maybe he missed me too?'

She swung open the door, and there he was. Leaning on the side of the door and smirking at her.

"Sakura."

"Sasuke-kun!" She couldn't help but fawn, wrapping him in a hug. he patted her head fondly before grabbing her ass and hiking her up. She instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist and started littering kisses on his pale neck.

"Did you miss me Sasuke-kun?" Sakura whispered keenly into his ear, biting the shell. He growled before pressing her against a wall and crushing their lips together. She moaned, wrapping her lithe arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

He pulled away, staring at her hungrily. She could of sworn his eyes flashed red but it was brief and whenever she asked about it, he said it was a trick of the light.

"How can you miss me this much when I just saw you yesterday at my office, Sakura."

She shuddered as he pressed himself more into her, his crotch rubbing her intimate bits. All Sakura was wearing was a crop top and shorts. Sasuke had easy access to every part of her.

She moaned again, remembering the amazing head she gave him yesterday. Sex was an easy and pleasurable way to show Sasuke how much she loved him. It gave her confidence, to be treasured by a man in a bed. She had always been hated by her father and a burden to protect for her mother.

She had used her good looks as a weapon of sort. Disarming men, being cherished by them. Maybe that was why she felt she needed more than one lover. Even though Sasuke was amazing, and the true love of her life, he gave her so little. Just hot sex and a nice place to live. He gave her a small house that wasn't to far from his Penthouse.

She honestly felt like a mistress somehow. Like a dirty secret Sasuke would hate to be aired out. Which, she knew, was weird. Since Sasuke was single.

The heat in her belly cooled as she thought of Naruto. At what a rotten person she has been to him. She even thought of Lee, the boy who had finally called the police on her insane father-

Lee walked to the front of the old Japanese house. There were bright Sakura trees out in front, and they reminded the boy so much of the beautiful girl residing inside.

He rasped his knuckles on the door and heard a blood curdling eyes widened in panic

What was going on in there?

Too worried and blinded by love, Lee knocked the door down with a highly powerful kick. Even though he was young, he's taken Karate and Judo for as long as he can remember.

He ran into the house, and looked on in horror as Sakura was being strangled to death on their nice dining strong hands around her throat were squeezing her mercilessly. She didn't think this time she'd make it.

"Sakura-chan!"-

She blinked fervently and pushed Sasuke gently away, suddenly not so hot and bothered. She rubbed her throat absentmindedly.

Sasuke looked at her questioningly but she shook her head. He sighed, running a hand through his inky black hair.

"It's actually a good idea that you stopped me. I didn't come here to screw your brains out. Though, that would of been a plus." He looked at her as she remained quiet, her hands still touching her throat.

"I'll make tea." She murmured, gliding into the kitchen. Sasuke sighed and sat down on the plush white couch in her small living room. Everything was neat and different shades of pink. Except white walls, furniture, and carpet. She also had green decorations.

Sakura's house was very...her.

She was quicker than expected and handed him the mug she made for him in a pottery class in High school. Honestly, it was cute. It had a chibied version of himself smiling and it said 'Sasuke-kun' in bubbly red letters above his head.

Sakura had a matching one with her face on it and the cup was pink, whereas Sasuke's was deep blue.

"Thanks." He murmured, taking a sip. They drank in silence before he turned a steely gaze towards the pinkette.

"Sakura, i'm getting married."

Being blunt was good, right? Sasuke always excelled at giving people the cold hard truth. Her eyes widened before she took another sip of tea.

What?

"I'm sorry Sasuke-kun. I didn't hear you right. I could of sworn you said you were getting married-"

"I did say that, Sakura."

Sakura frowned deeply, her heart slicing in half and dropping to her stomach. She breathed shakily and threw her cup at the wall,shattering it completely. she stood with effort as her legs were trembling violently.

"What the hell you bastard!" She screamed, her eyes dripping tears before she could stop them. Her whole frame was shaking with a mix of rage, betrayal, and a sense of searing darkness that was already eating at her skin.

She couldn't lose Sasuke. She needed him. She loved him. But she was angry, so she lashed.

"I trusted you! I trusted you, you son of a bitch!" She was wheezing now. Her eyes were glassy and her heart was stuttering, like it was crying as well.

"Sakura. Calm down." He was still calm?!

How can you be calm when your ruining my life?

"Don't tell me to calm down! Don't come into my home, kiss me, touch me, and then tell me your married!" She was on the point of hyperventilating. How long had they been together? She just turned twenty-five so it's been about ten years.

"I'm not married. I'm getting married." He clarified, his voice stiff and annoyed. She set blazing green eyes on him and snarled. "I don't see a difference you Pig-head!"

She didn't mean it.

I don't mean it.

She loves Sasuke.

I love Sasuke.

"Your a mess, Sakura." He had frowned at her. She slapped him. Hard enough for his cheek to immediately pink up. Sasuke did nothing but let his frown deepen.

"Get the hell out of my house!"

"You don't have to tell me twice." He scoffed, setting his cup down onto the coffee table and straightening his leather jacket. He turned while he was walking out the door and couldn't help but throw a smirk her way.

"I'll see you later, Sakura-chan."

The door clicked quietly shut and she fell to her legs sobbing. She clutched at her carpet and breathed in quivering breaths.

How could he?

WHY?!

I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.

Mother...

This wasn't normal.