Chapter 4: Here lies John Tucker


Why won't they leave me alone?!

I thought I could finally be happy.

I could forget this scathing rage.

I want them to die.

But...Ino said I deserve this?

I curl into a tight ball in the corner of the closet, shivering in my underwear.

Tsunade would kill me if she knew I let them do this.

What was the point to learning how to defend myself if I never wanted anyone to get hurt?

"Sakura."

My head shoots up and I tremble in fear.

"I told you you're mine."

Sasuke.

I begin that chant once again, the chant I thought I could begin to live without, but...

He chuckles.

But...

His eyes roam my body, the desire within like daggers ripping and tearing at my skin.

But...he's not the father who used to carry me on his shoulders, and buy me ice cream on sweltering days even when we didn't have the money.

He comes toward me his presence like poison to my mind, and I'm on the verge of screaming my lungs out.

He's not the ex-best friend who once held my hand as we faced the big bad world together, once upon a time when we were once like sisters.

So while I can forgive those two...those two who wish I had never been born.

KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL

I'll never forgive Sasuke Uchiha.

He throws his shirt to the side and unzips his pants, smirking at me with that damned face of his.

NEVER.

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Sakura has grown up so well.

I throw my bottle of liquor at the wall, and sob into my hands.

What have I been doing?

She's my daughter, the child of the love of my life, the girl I promised on our wedding day I would protect until the day I die.

I rub furiously at the snot dripping from my nose and slam my fists into my knees in frustration.

I wonder what it would have been like to just talk to her about her day...

Did she make good friends?

Is she as smart as her mother?

What did she want to be when she grows up?

Does she have a boyfriend...a girlfriend even?

I snort and wonder would I have supported her, and a love I don't understand.

I wonder what it would have been like to walk her down the aisle to the man who would treat her right.

"Kimiko, I'm sorry...I don't want forgiveness...I just want you to know I'm sorry for all I've done."

I take hold of the shot gun in my hands and try to remember the time before all this came to be.

...

*BANG*

He couldn't.

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"Shizune go to the store and get me more sake! Also some scratch-offs...I have a bad feeling."

Shizune bows to her teacher and looks at her with worried eyes, "Has Sakura come by lately?"

Tsunade glares at her kitchen counter before slamming both hands down and standing up.

The assistant jumps and squeals in surprise.

"Hurry up, I need to make sure...we need plenty of scratch cards!"

"Yes!"

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"WE SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE FOR HER!"

I keep my eyes closed, and turn on my side away from my best friend.

"We were her friends...Shikamaru don't you have a plan? Something?"

"Yes..."

I can feel him staring at me, and I stand only to walk away.

"We need to stay out of this."

The air between us remains still.

And the rope tying them together has severed.

This is the end.

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That little bitch.

I watch as Sasuke walks out of the closet hands roaming his body, checking himself.

I bite on my once perfectly painted nails and hold back my scream of rage.

This wasn't the plan!

How did Sasuke know she was in there anyway?

I stomp over in my favorite pumps, ignoring that voice in the back of my head telling me to turn back.

Dead green eyes glance over at me, and I feel the rage grow stronger as she looks away, as if dismissing my very presence.

It's too late to turn back.

I yank her short pink hair with both hands and ignore the small grunts, the nails that leave nasty red marks, in favor of dragging her out and into the empty hallway.

Throwing her to the ground and stomping on her with my heels, I pull out my phone and dial up the group.

"Get your asses over here...we're going to finish this."

Without waiting for a response I end the call, I couldn't see the crazed eyes and grin that made up my once beautiful features. Not as I stared down at the girl who took it all away from me, the girl who held the same feelings I did.

But I'd never know that.

"I'll make sure you never take anyone else from me ever again...EVER."

Karin and Hinata somehow appear behind me, despite the lack of directions.

However, the look the share behind the my back is that of worry instead of anticipation of what's to come.

But I didn't know that.

All I knew was that I wanted her gone.

"Where is Sakura? She knows I don't like waiting."

Konan blinks at the pouting red-head and looks at the clock, turning to Yahiko she opens her mouth.

"Yeah."

He throws on his coat, Nagato doing the same as they march towards the door, the other members looking on in confusion.

"We'll find her."