Title: She [was] perfect
Summary: She was perfect. At least, until she became Uchiha Sasuke's latest obsession
Dedication: To Warped Tour because I'm honestly so stoked to see Sleeping with Sirens!
Notes: Did anybody notice that in chapter two, I put down that her dad said that she was late by an hour and twenty-three minutes and eighty-six seconds? Pretty sure time doesn't go up to eighty-six.


Sasuke nodded his head and looked back down at the screen. "Okay, see you at school then."

She got up and walked towards his door. When she opened it up, Sakura was about to leave but she thought better of it. She turned around and said quietly, "Thanks for hanging out with me." Then she was gone.

If she had looked back, even for a second, she would have seen that Sasuke was staring at her back. But she didn't, so she never saw.


When Sakura got home, she noticed that it was around one o'clock in the morning. Her dad was going to be beyond pissed. Then, that got her thinking.

"He's pissed that I wasn't home and never checked in with him. Maybe he really does care about me." That brought a tiny smile to her lips as she parked her car, and walked inside her house.

As soon as she got in, Sakura noticed that the lights were all off except for her bedroom. Must be in there.

As soon as she walked into her room, she screamed.


"Whoa, wait. That motherfucker did what to your room?"

Sakura sighed and brought her hands to rub her already throbbing temples. Oh, yeah. This headache was going to be killer. She opened her eyes up to stare at her computer screen.

She was on oovoo with Karin because she was the only one available at three in the morning.

"He… he destroyed it." Sakura said in a whisper. She could feel tears coming to her eyes again. "He completely trashed my room. Everything's a mess, except for my clothes and accessories. He left all of that stuff alone."

"Why would he just leave all of your school things alone?" Karin tapped her chin thoughtfully. Then, her eyes got really wide and she stopped tapping her chin. "That fucking asshole!" She screeched into the computer.

"What? And don't be so loud! My dad might hear. I'm in enough trouble as is." She grumbled.

Karin ignored her. "That asshat is only doing that so that you don't embarrass him in public! He still wants you to look and act like the perfect daughter. He pisses me off so fucking much."

Sakura sighed and rubber her temples again. "I just… he wouldn't do that… would he?" She looked up at the screen with sad and tired eyes. When she got no response, Sakura looked away from the screen and tried to blink back her tears. Unfortunately, it wasn't working so she started rubbing her eyes; not even caring that her mascara was getting everywhere.

"Oh, sweetie. You shouldn't have to put up with this."

"It's fine."

"No, it's most definitely not fine." Karin glared at her keypad on the computer. "Why don't you just come and live with me? After all, even if that fucker does come looking for you, he doesn't know that you still associate with me. You'd be safe. He wouldn't even know where to begin looking for you."

"No, I can't just leave my dad—"

"That fucker is in no way your dad." Karin interjected.

"—because although it doesn't look like it, he needs me. He does."

"Are you sure it's him who needs you?"

Sakura tilted her head in confusion and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

Karin shook her head softly as a grimace fell upon her lips. "I don't think that… no, that's not it. Why would he… How can I explain this to you?" Karin glanced over at Sakura to see that she was looking everywhere but at her. "He's not the one that needs you, sweetie. It's the other way around."

As soon as Sakura heard that, she whipped her head around to stare at the lit up screen with a mixed expression. Karin could detect rage, sadness, and worst of all, hurt.

"How can you just say tha—"

"Sakura."

Said girl whipped around to see her dad standing right next to her wide open door.

"D-Dad! What… I thought you were asleep." She stuttered.

Her dad stalked over to the computer, grabbed it, and slammed the lid shut so that the video chat was disconnected. Luckily, when he glanced at the computer screen to see whom she was chatting with before closing it shut, Karin had hidden from view so that he wouldn't know whom she was talking to.

"If I see or even hear you make another peep, there will be severe consequences." With the laptop in hand, he turned and walked away. Slamming her door shut for good measure.

Sakura stared at her closed door with a mixture of emotions. She got up from her desk, and walked over to her bathroom. She got ready for bed, and then sat down gingerly on her bed. It took her a good two hours to get to sleep that night, and even then, she was plagued by nightmares.


When Sakura woke up on Saturday, it was almost noon. She grumbled irritably about how late it was already.

An hour later, she walked out of her room all ready to take on the day. She had taken a shower, gotten dressed into something presentable, and had her make-up on.

She walked downstairs towards the kitchen and saw that her dad wasn't there. His door was wide open, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Must be at the local whorehouse." With that said, she made breakfast for herself and then settled down for a nice and relaxing day.

Oh, how wrong she was.

Later that night, at around eight thirty, her dad stumbled in with a young girl hanging off of his arm.

Her dad glanced at her before glaring. "I suggest that you go to a friends house for the night." The girl giggled. Sakura took in her appearance.

The girl was wearing the shortest tube top that Sakura had ever seen in her life. It was more like she was wearing a bandeau because it only covered her breasts. She was also wearing the shortest skirt ever. It reached about upper thigh and was black leather. If the girl were to bend over, you would surely get an eye full. Fishnets decorated her legs, and her stripper boots went up to about mid-thigh. She had on large amounts of make-up.

She was a whore.

Said whore looked at Sakura with a smirk. "Yeah, be a doll and get out. Your pops and I are gonna go have some fun."

With that said, the two made their way up to her dad's bedroom. Only when she heard the door slam closed, did she get up and walk outside to her car.

Sakura drove her car for an hour and then pulled up at the parking lot of a cemetery. Only when she had shut her car off and was miles and miles away from her house, did she allow herself to cry.

She slept in her car that night.


Monday came around painstakingly slow for Sakura. She was once again looking like perfection when she went to school and once again, everybody was ogling her. She put on her fake smile and waved at everybody and then walked over towards her locker. She really wasn't in the mood to talk to any of her school friends but if she didn't go to her locker, they would ask questions. Questions that she can't answer herself.

So, she went to her locker.

The gang was all there (minus Sasuke) talking and laughing and just being perfect.

And she was the unofficial leader of this perfect group.

That idea made Sakura inwardly cringe.

Ino glanced down the hall to see that Sakura was walking their way. She grinned and clapped excitedly. "Sakura!"

Said girl looked at the excited blonde and smiled again. "Hey, Ino," She said as she got closer. Sakura reached her locker and started putting in her combination.

"I didn't see you at the party after the beer thing. What happened? You didn't leave," Ino wiggled her brows and giggled, "did you?"

"No, I was—" Sakura got cut off.

"She was with me."

Sakura looked to her left to see Sasuke.

She blinked at him. "When did you get here?"

"Just now."

"Yeah, hey! Sasuke, you never went downstairs! It was your own party! How could you not be there?"

"People annoy me." Sasuke grumbled.

"Then why did you have a party?" Ino asked as she scratched her nose.

"The dobe made me." His tone was clipped, almost like he was irritated by all of the questions.

Nobody said anymore.

"Alright, I need to get to class. I'll see you guys later." Sakura smiled at everybody, turned on heel, and walked away from the group. She didn't realize that somebody was following her until they were walking alongside of her. She glanced over towards her left to see that Sasuke was walking with her to class.

She furrowed her brow. He never walks with her to class.

Nonetheless, she smiled up at him and made small talk until they got to trig. When they got there, they both said bye and parted ways.


When Sakura got home, she immediately ran up to her room, threw off her clothes, and put on baggy grey sweat pants and a tight, lime green tank top. She grabbed her long pink curls and tied them up into a messy bun on top of her head.

Screw being the perfect daughter, I'm at home. She always did this. Whenever she would get home, Sakura would stop being the "perfect daughter" until her father got home. Sometimes, he didn't come home.

With all of Sakura's pent-up frustrations inside of her, she walked over towards the workout room in her house. Whenever she felt like she was going to hit rock bottom, she went to go work out until she was too exhausted to even think. Sometimes that took all night. Other times, she woke up to find herself lying in a puddle of sweat on the floor.

When she got into the room, she headed on over to the treadmill. This machine was her lifeline at times. She clung to this beeping machine in her toughest times. Starting up, she turned the machine onto fifty percent incline and the toughest terrain possible on it.

It had been a mentally exhausting few days for her, what with the party just a few days ago and now that bitch Ami questioning her. Ever since they've known each other, Ami's always had it in for Sakura and she wasn't sure why. It was probably because she actually spoke to Sasuke while if Ami would, all she would get is a grunt back. Yeah, it was probably that.

"Self-centered bitch." She spat out. Just thinking of Ami got her all riled up again, which made Sakura push herself harder on the treadmill.

At 10:47, Sakura finally stopped. She got off of the machine just about collapsed on her bed upstairs. She opened up the mini fridge that was next to her bed and grabbed a bottle of water that she gulped down quickly. The cool drink refreshed her for mere seconds before she fell asleep on her bed from exhaustion.


I know that it's short, but the next one will be long. I swear.

I will also be writing more because it is summah!(: Summer meaning schools out… for summah! Brownie points if anybody knows what song that's from without looking it up on Google.