I know am sorry not as long as it normally is. and am sorry that it took so long but I had a little righters block. but here you go rad along
Chapter 8
All he could hear was the sound of the engine. Car? Who's pulling up? Wait? That was his engine and it was leaving. Hinata? He stopped, running out the room to find no Hinata, his phone on the floor and the door wide open. Going out of the door to find no car. What happened? Going back inside he picked up his phone to find it on calendar. Crap she know that I missed the section. But how? He went into phone book to find that the doctor had call. Shit! I have to find her before she does something. He ran out closing the door behind him. I need a car to catch up to her. He look over to the main out- Neji – she went over knocking on the door.
"Diedara? What are you doing here?" Neji opened the door looking very worried.
"Thank god you answered. - Your uncle would kill me- I need your car."
"What, why?"
"Hinata and I had a fight- well we will – and she took my car. Neji I need to get to her before she does something."
"Oh god, Obito I-"
"Yeah yeah I heard it from your uncle already. Just give me the keys." He grabbed, them from Neji running to the car. He needed to find her as soon as possible- who knows what she would do? What have I done?
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(Hinata's POV in italics, all italics are her though about the memories that she is having; Block is normal Hinata as she ran way from Obito.)
"You I know I still love you right?"
"H-hai…"
"And your new mother will love you too? I'm only doing this to benefit you."
New mom my ass, I was just an excuse you use to get remarried. I was always an excuse, to father, to family and now to the only person I thought would love me.
She sobbed as she drove, to where she didn't even know.
I was crying that this that night too. I wanted to be alone so much but he never let me. I wanted to hurt myself at the age of only nine. I sow on some TV show that a girl was doing it for her pain to go away and I figured it would be easier than killing myself, so I went into the kitchen grabbed a knife and on to the garden I went. The truth behind me wanting to cut my wrists was simple, I feared death. I may have forgotten how my uncle died and not remember anything about the accident but in years that I remember death was not pleasant. I had lost my grandmother and grandfather –on my mother's side- whom my father had sent me to leave with. My Grandmother was the first to go from a heart attack -right before my eyes, I froze unable to call anyone or help her- and my grandfather followed to a broken heart. So by the age of nine I leaved with a nanny. To think not even death could make my dad want me back.
I don't know how long a sat there looking from the knife to my arm. It was like I was zoned out; in my mind I kept playing different seniors in my mind of how it would feel? How I would be found? Who would find me? How they guys would take it? What would they say? How would Obito take it? What would he say? But never once had the thought will I die cross my mind. From the first time I met Obito I knew I would be safe with him and it was proven that night. He was the one to find me, only seconds away from putting the knife to my skin. Knocking it out of my arms, he pulled me away, into his chest, rapping his arms me. I don't know what came over me, if it was happiness, pain but I cried, rapping my own arms around him. I could belly breath, rather than talk -
"Why did he send me here? Why doesn't he want me? Why couldn't he even came and tell me face to face?"
-but I had to. I had so many questions. I knew he couldn't answer any of my questions but I had them bottled up so long I needed to get them out. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything just let me cry. I was night by the time I had come too and we hadn't moved out of our position. Looking up at him I could see the pain and worry in his eyes, that was the first time I ever remembering him looking like that and thanks to our messed up life it wasn't meant to be the last. Standing he pulled me with him and into the huge, empty house we went. He still said nothing, I kept waiting on him to blast me but when he finally spoke it was cram.
"What happened, Hinata?"
I couldn't look at him. We were seating on the island he had made us both a cup of hot chocolate.
"Hinata?"
His voice had become a lot sterner this time.
"He- he's getting married. She-she's pregnant as well."
I still couldn't watch him and worst at that moment he blows up.
"And for that you thought it was better to just kill yourself! Cut your wrists! What do you think that would accomplish, uh Hinata? Uh Hinata!"
The anger in his tone shocked me and I had to look up to see if it was still Obito there.
"Hinata that was completely stupid of you. I thought you knew better than that! Are you not afraid to died. Who do you think he will feel then? How do you think we will feel? Hinata do you think your life is that bad to want to kill yourself over it? What were you thinking?"
Yes. So did I. yes. He would be able to go on with his life. I don't know. That's not what I wanted to do. What was I thinking? I was thinking that it would be easier if I found some way to block out the pain with other pain and maybe with that pain I could gain some happiness. At that moment I remember feeling the tears on my cheek and not even recall when they had started up again or it they had even stopped.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?"
"I was thinking that it would be a way out. A way to block the pain! A way to get my father here and here for good. A way to maybe feel something form before I was sent here. I-I- I just needed a way out Obito."
I had slumped into my chair, my body trembling, the tears rushing from my eyes which pained now, my head aching and I had let out a dry laugh. Thinking to myself so much for stopping the pain. I could belly breath once again, my stomach hurt from what I had no idea.
Hinata gasped for air, her hands gripping the steering will. Her chest was tight, pulling over she rushed out of the car, gasping for air falling to her knees. She coughs forcing the air into her lungs though very pain full it slowly filled up.
"Where am I." she thought, her tough heave forgetting about its movement. "The beach?" she fought her body to move grabbing onto the railing to pull herself up but it wouldn't last for long as she came crashing down to the grown again. "Why would I come here?" she had been so lost in her mind that she didn't even know how so got her. "I'm running away from him, why would I come some where he could easily find me?" her breathing became hard again, as she clutched her chest, hoping that it would make I difference.
Do I want him to find me? I wanted him to find me back then; I wanted anyone to find me. To stopped me but at the same time I didn't want them to find me cause I really did want to do it. Stop the pain, HA!
Her got heaver with every breath she forced to take. The tears in her eye didn't help one bit. She fought between moaning with the fears and gasping for air.
It was this back then too but I had him. I had him there for me but who do I have when I'm running away from him. Back then he cram down when I had explained to him what why I was going to cut myself. He can come on myself of the island turning the chair around and knelt in front of me, nestling on had on my lap and the other caressing my cheek.
"Hinata I know that you are hurting being here alone. I know that it hard on you but you will always have me here to talk to. And it I'm not good enough you have the guys who are also there for you. Think of us, how do you think we would feel if you had died here tonight. They care as much as I do Hina. And that thing about you thinking that your father doesn't care he dose he just doesn't know how to show it. Men never do."
I had questioned his sanity but when he shorts me a smile I knew that he was telling me the truth. Wiping away my tears he moved to stand but I jumped on him holding him tightly around his neck.
"Thank you Obito."
I had looked up at him to find a blush planted on his face that had sent me into a fit of laugher.
A smile had made its way over to Hinata's face, she had known Obito from the time she was seven. He had lost his parents in a plain crass when he was two. They had always sheared that, sheared the pain of death, a death that neither of them could remember. He was her everything, her hope, her joy, he laugher and her happiness but to night he became her pain. Something that he had sworn to her, he would take away. Obito had always had her heart; they always had a connection that no one could take away from them but now what? It was all that was running through her mind that fact that he had betray her and the fact that he was the one who was not wasting his life way. He had called her stupid that night. Told her that she had him now and always. Told her that it would hurt if he was to lose her. All for what! To have him now try and do the exactly same thing that she would be labeled psychotic for doing.
Obito had to be here he was her rock, the only reason why she could get up every morning in this place that hold so much pain that she could place. He was the one who took it away from her, who gave her peace. What would she do without him? How would she be able to leave in a place that not only hole memories that she couldn't remember but now memories that of him which would be even more painful than anything else.
Hinata let out a dry laugh that ached her throat. Here she was crying over how she couldn't live without him when she should be worried about him and not herself. She should have stayed in the house and confuted him not run away from him. Who knows what's going through his mind, he probably thinks that she's on a suicidal attempt again. Dose he even know why she left? She made her way out of the house and over her that she didn't even think about him but only herself. He must be bursting his head wondering what had upset her or where she had gone or how he could get to her. Was he crazy ringing down her number over and over again hoping that she would pick up only to find out that she had left it home?
She didn't think to grab anything but the keys next to the door. She shrugged holding onto herself as the cold wine blow on her exposed skin as the only thing she had on was her sundress. She cursed herself for not grabbing his jacket next to the door as well but she had a one track main at that time and that was to get as far away from him as possible, only to now want him next o her.
"Stupid!" she tough had finally regained consciousness, as it sound loudly, screaming the word out over and over again until the sound had to come from her aching throat.
"I know."
