Sakura's POV

"Sakura," I look up at Itachi from my spot on the floor, "Why are you being such a cunt today?"

I bite my lip and look down; the tile kitchen floor is muddied from Itachi's boot prints. I begin –once again- scrubbing a spot of dirt. Thunder crashes overhead, making me jump.

"Did the thunder scare you? I'm sorry honey," He says down on me, his voice filled with sarcasm, "Loud noises are nothing to be scared of. You should be scared of what comes with loud noises." Two large black boots drop down next to me, splattering me with the mud coated around the bottoms. "You should clean better; it seems you missed a spot. Want me to wipe your face?"

"No. No. It's okay," I spit out quickly, tuning myself away from him to avoid another smack as I continue to scrub the floor. I rough hand lands on my ass and I wince, the spank much too hard.

"Sakura, you seem more moody and distant than usual. You have for the past couple of days," for the past couple of days you've been more angry than usual, then ten minutes later you love me… I don't want to get hurt, It's better if I just avoid you, "Are you on your period? It's disgusting."

"I am NOT on my period!"

Wrong answer.

Not one second later am I flat on the floor from Itachi's kick to my ass. I lay still, waiting for the next round of kicks. I know better than to move now.

"You're feisty today. First it's distant then bitchy. You must be on your period. You got your tampons?"

I don't respond. I'm not on my period but I should be; I'm a week late. I've been so confused about Itachi that my stress is blocking my flow. Although not common, I've read that high amounts of stress or trauma can prevent your period from coming.

"Hm? Sakura, you're not answering me, nor are you moving. Are you dead?" The heel of a foot slams into my side, I bite my tongue to prevent from crying out in pain. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's hurting me.

"hmph."

I hear Itachi's footsteps walk a few steps away. A cupboard door is opened and shut. I hear the pop of a fresh bottle of alcohol opening.

"You're becoming more useless every day. You're just laying there. You should be cleaning."

I push myself up, my arms shaking. I bring my knees up and forwards and begin to scrub the mud at the floor. I don't respond to him. I can feel Itachi's gaze on me as I scrub each splatter of mud his boots left, once again bringing the white floor to a shine. Itachi takes periodic gulps from the bottle, behind me. I grab his boots and slowly stand up. I turn towards the sink and see Itachi leaning against the counter next to the sink watching me. The quart glass bottle of alcohol is almost empty. Itachi's eyes are angry and drooping. I know this isn't his first drink today.

"Ya know. I'm glad I stayed with you."

I place his boots in the sink and pull the sink hose out, turning on the water on low I begin to wash away the mud.

"I debated on leaving you for awhile. It would have been so easy too. I would buy another apartment and live there, a nicer apartment than this shit," he says gesturing around, his words slurring together, "Or I could have kicked you out and stayed here, change the locks. But then it would have been harder job to clean the place of all the baby crap."

I freeze up. That's right… The apartment used to be flooded with baby toys, baby furniture, baby clothes, baby everything. We had bought so much stuff and had been given so many things that every room in the house had boxes of furniture, some of it already set up, and bags of toys and clothes. Our child was going to be the most spoiled child anywhere, and the richest child on the block. I had never imagined that there were so many different kinds of diapers to choose from; we had multiple boxes of three different brands. When I had my miscarriage, the apartment was still filled with baby items. The first night home from the hospital was exceptionally difficult. To have just lost our baby and come home to rooms filled with everything that a baby could possibly need and more….. it was horrible.

"I know you had wanted me to donate all that stuff. But why? Why should any other kid have what my kid was going to? They don't deserve all of that."

I grip the hose handle tighter and continue to spray down Itachi's boots, the mud almost gone.

"So I just took it all to the dump. I had just met Kisame and he helped me take it there with his truck. You remember Kisame?"

Oohhhhh….. I remember Kisame… Kisame introduced himself to Itachi one of the first nights Itachi was out late at a bar. The two came back here completely wasted.

"He's helped me a lot deal with you murdering my son."

"I DIDN'T MURDER OUR SON!"

BAM!

I'm instantly down on the ground, my jaw throbbing in pain. My mouth begins to fill with a liquid and I spit out the gooey-saliva-blood, there's more that comes with it though. On the newly cleaned white floor is a small pool of blood, a tooth mixed in with the blood.

"YES YOU DID! YOU WERE CARRYING HIM! WHAT DRUGS WERE YOU ON? WHEN DID YOU FALL? WHAT DID YOU DO TO KILL HIM!"

I can't hold it in anymore; the tears begin to stream down my face.

"I wasn't on any drugs Itachi! I never fell! I cared for our so-"

Itachi slams his foot down on my back, making me fall to the floor the moment I was trying to get back up.

"He was MY son. MY son! Not yours! You were the one carrying him, it was your job to watch out for him and help him while he was still growing! You killed him!"

I choke on my sobs, my whole body aching. I've blamed myself so many times for his death. It wasn't the doctors fault, they did all they could to save him. It wasn't Itachi's fault, Itachi never laid a hand on me. I never took any drugs, I never fell. I was the perfect mother for the moment I discovered I was pregnant. I never drank alcohol, I never smoked. I followed all the advice and did all I could. Yet I still lost him…. Something just went wrong… And he came to soon… No one is to blame for that…

"It's your fault! You're completely useless!" Itachi yells at me. His steps fade and then a door slams.

My breathing is frantic as I shake, trying to get up on to my knees. My mouth is filled with blood again and I spit into the sink. Holding the counter, I slowly push myself up. The neighbors must have heard all of the yelling, but no one has come over, the police never showed up. Why?

I lean against the wall for support as I was into the living room. I find my phone on the table and pick it up. My body screams in protest as I lower myself onto the couch and dial Deidara's number.

Hey guys! I am so sorry for such an intense chapter. This was honestly hard for me to write so I'm sure it wasn't quite easy to read. This will be the last very graphic scene between Itachi and Sakura though, thank goodness. So Itachi blames Sakura for the miscarriage, something she couldn't control, that is the cause for all his rage towards her. He believes that she did something to betray him and their son both, causing the miscarriage. And Kisame? What the hell does Kisame have to do with anything? You'll find out *winks*.

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