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Chap. 29: "Secrets and Schemes…"
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Even though they got the last laugh, Ming and Tina found they couldn't enjoy themselves because Sakura wasn't with them. "Anything from her house?" Ming asked, her friend, faintly, feeling incredibly stupid and guilty for what was happening.
"Nothing. Every time I call there's no answer," Tina replied. "Seems like your video didn't help Sakura at all."
"Which really sucks because I did it for her and Sara," Ming sighed, running her hand through her chopped locks. "What are we going to do about it?"
"Something and fast because she might do something stupid if this continues. She probably feels like she's alone." Her eyes traveled to the lush green grass they were sitting on. Suddenly she felt like she'd failed her friend incredibly.
"But she's not. She has us."
"We can't always be what she needs," she replied, tiredly, making Ming look across the yard. She knew exactly what Sakura needed. Getting up, she made Tina look at her questioningly. "Where are you going?" she asked, Ming who was staring at Syaoran and his friends.
"To get the only person who can help," Ming spoke, tightly. "It's his fucking fault she's like this. If he's the only one who can fix it, then he's going to make her happy tonight. Or I'll make him pay for messing up our perfect Sakura."
"Ming wait!" Tina called, jumping to her feet. Hurrying, she caught up to Ming; she knew that her friend was very serious. This was not going to look good on their part. People would talk about this, but who cared right now?
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Across the yard
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By the time Syaoran returned to school after a couple of days, he found that a lot had changed. People were talking about some kind of sex tape. To get filled in he had to ask Clare and Dan, and he was shocked at the news they told him.
Now as he rested beneath the tree, he stared at the clouds above him. According to them, there was some kind of sex tape floating around that contained Brea and Jack going at it in the auditorium. Thinking about it now made him feel disgusted.
This wasn't good for Jack, because he'd been trying to get a hold of the Royalties. This made those who were once on his side back down. And speaking of royalties, he hadn't seen a single sign of Sakura since he returned. "What's on your mind?" Dan asked, breaking his line of thoughts.
"Nothing, just thinking about how crazy this school is," he answered, lying through his teeth, but his friends didn't know this.
"Hey, I heard you're valedictorian. How do you feel?" Clare asked him, happily.
"Good," he answered, simply, getting a strange look from the both of them. Right now his mind was far from that. He had more important things to think about, at least a more important person, who he had to figure out a way to apologize to.
"You're weird." At that he laughed knowing he probably was. When his friends suddenly got extremely quiet, he opened his eyes right when Tina and Ming's shadows fell over him. Frowning, he wondered what they would want with him.
"Listen here dammit," Ming started off, in an angry voice. "You fucked her up, so you had better do something right now to fix it!" she hissed, coldly, but Syaoran showed absolutely no expression, which pissed her off even more. "Did you hear me?"
"What she means is," Tina spoke a little softer, knowing their sudden appearance was probably scaring the hell out his friends. "If you don't do something right now, today, you're going to end up regretting it. If we could fix it without your help, we wouldn't be asking for you it." What they said might not have made any sense to his friends, but it did to him.
"Do you think I haven't tried?" He thought the reason why Sakura wasn't at school was because she didn't want to see him. He never would have thought it would have been something serious. He wanted to apologize to her, but couldn't get a hold of her either. "What happened?" he asked, worriedly.
"A lot. So I suggest you get off your ass right now cause we're leaving," Ming ordered, willfully. Tina looked at her with a lost expression. "I can't possibly wait until after school."
"Right," she agreed, praying that Syaoran would be able to talk some sense into Sakura. "What the hell are you waiting for?"
"Did you not hear me? I said I already tried."
"Not enough. Let's go!" Groaning, he lifted himself off the ground, and look at his friends.
"I'll explain later," he said, wearily, when Ming and Tina walked off. Grabbing his bag, he followed behind, ignoring the looks he received from people…
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Kinomoto Residence.
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Ming and Tina were telling the truth, Sakura was in really bad shape. When Julian asked Brea for a divorce, she should have known her mother and Gwen would lash out. It didn't end until her father literally kicked them out of the house.
With the guilt of what happened, and Syaoran's rejection as well as her mother's, she couldn't take it anymore. Everything seemed pointless, and she would find herself asking why? Why should she continue living with such pain? When her mother returned, she started in on her again. She wondered if the woman wanted her to kill herself.
Now she was lying in bed, her room engulfed in darkness, and trays of food resting on her tables. She couldn't move. She couldn't eat. She couldn't do anything. Hidden beneath the covers, she heard when her door opened, and closed.
"Get your ass out of bed right now!" her mother hissed, coldly, tearing the covers off her head. Her hardened face stared at Sakura's form with revulsion. "You have no right to feel sick. Brea has every right," she accused, bitingly, when Sakura's dead poles lifted to hers.
"Go away mother, I'm too tired to listen to your shit," she told, the woman standing over her. Celina killed her desire to smother her with one of the many pillows surrounding her frail form.
"Go away? Don't you feel anything for ruining her life? You'll bring shame to her and her unborn child!"
"Hah! That's if that bitch is going to keep it," Sakura laughed, coldly, sitting up. It took so much to lift herself that she felt as if she was going to pass out.
"You wretched girl. Curse the day you were born!" Sakura tried to stand up, but her body was so weak that her legs gave out beneath her. Crumbling to the ground, she cried in pain hitting the hard floor.
"Why do you do this to me?" She cried, breaking down from her mother's constant bickering. "If you want me to die why don't you do it yourself?" Turning her head, she looked at the woman with tears streaming down her face. "All I've ever wanted to do was please you, but nothing I did could ever. I was to point where I would kill myself!" And again, she found herself to the point where she wanted to commit such a horrid act against herself and God.
Her will to live, to carry on this world was slowly dying. Everything she loved always slipped through her fingers, everything. And just like her mother always said, she only caused those she loved nothing but pain.
"You should! It would make things so much easier," Celina spat, in disgust, driving Sakura over the edge. The look Sakura received was so icy that it could chill even the most hardened soul. "You're nothing like me, I wish you weren't my daughter. I wish you were never born," she continued, stabbing Sakura repeatedly with her words.
"Get out, get out and leave me alone!" Sakura screamed, in misery, hitting the ground with her fists. Placing her palms on the floor, she heaved herself up. "You, you never loved or give a shit about me. You cruel, heartless bitch!" she cried, standing up. "Because of you, I turned into the worst person possible!"
"You're the cruel heartless bitch. Why don't you throw yourself out the window?" Celina taunted, scathingly. She moved back, when Sakura stepped towards her with rage in her eyes.
"I would sooner throw you over!" she screamed, glancing around.
"You're crazy. You need to be placed in madhouse," Celina spat, in disgust. "So caught on a poor fool that you've lost all sense of propriety. You deserve everything you get, every single thing!"
"I hate you!" Grabbing her lamp, Sakura found the strength she never knew she had. Hurtling it towards her mother, Celina screamed ducking. It flew over her head into the door; with a loud crash, pieces flew all over the place.
"You've gone mad!" Celina cried, going for the door. "I'll have you out of here, and into a madhouse where you belong," she threatened, making it clear she was telling the truth.
"I would sooner die than allow you to lock me away," Sakura hissed, coldly, heading towards her bathroom. Passing a table, she grabbed the knife that was resting on the plate beside last night's dinner…
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When Tina arrived at Sakura's house, they decided to wait in the car for him. Ringing the doorbell, Syaoran waited trying to rehearse what he would say to her. He didn't know if she would have it in her heart to forgive him, but he prayed and hoped and pleaded to God. When the door opened, he looked at the butler clearing his throat. "Good day, I'm here to see Sakura," he told the man, who was still examining him.
"Misses isn't receiving anyone," the man replied, melancholy.
"I really need to see her," Syaoran explained, gravely, not wanting to break into the house.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, going to close the door, when a helper appeared at the top of the stairs.
"The misses has locked herself into the bathroom and won't let herself out!" she shouted, hysterically. Syaoran knew there were two misses, but he had a feeling Gwen was too stuck up to lock herself in the bathroom.
"Sakura." He burst into the house, and pushed pass the butler.
"Hey, you aren't allowed inside!" But Syaoran was already going up the stairs. If Sakura needed his help, then he was going to give it. He loved her, the way he acted a couple days ago might not have made it appear so, but he really did.
Running down the hall, he found himself coming to Celina, who was standing in the hallway. "What are you doing here? Get out right now!" she ordered, coldly, looking at him with disdain. Ignoring her, Syaoran entered the room only to find a man and woman standing at the bathroom door.
"Sakura, please open the door," Rosy spoke, in a worried tone. "Please, child let me in." She waited to hear something, but there wasn't a response. Hearing a crashing sound inside the bathroom, she jumped in fear that she hurt herself. "Oh dear God, Sakura please! I will call your father, open the door!"
When Syaoran walked over to them, she looked at him angrily. He knew she blamed him for what was happening; at least she gave him half of the blame, the other went to Celina. "Let me try," he told her, gently.
"Fine." Walking away, she sat on the chair behind them.
"Sakura," he said, hoping she would hear him. "Sakura, please open the door."
She heard his voice, but told herself that her mind was playing games on her. Lifting her eyes, she stared at the broken mirror in front of her. The hand holding the knife was dripping blood. Again his voice appeared through the darkness of her mind. "Sakura." Tears burnt her eyes hearing him call her. "Please."
"Go away," she called, not knowing how him hearing her voice made him more determined to get inside the bathroom.
"I won't go away," was his stubborn response, from the other side.
"Go away, I don't want you here. Why would you be here when you hate me!" Having her ticked at him wasn't good, but it made it known she was strong enough to be angry.
"I was stupid, nothing I said was true. Please! Open the door so I can talk to you face to face. Give me a chance to explain," he begged, in a pleading voice. "Please…"
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I just want to go in peace. Please, just leave." The last thing he wanted to hear was that.
"Dammit, open the door!" he shouted, turning the knob. The thought of her causing harm to herself scared the living hell out of him. When he didn't hear anything, he started to panic. Moving back, he did the only thing he could think of, he kicked the door open.
Those in the room and Sakura jumped, watching the door fly open. When he saw blood on the floor, he felt a bile rise in his throat. "Oh god," he whispered, staring at her pale form. "Sakura." Seeing him made her burst into tears. She couldn't take it any longer it hurt so badly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, horribly, moving back towards the wall when he started for her.
"Because I'm selfish," he answered, his throat convulsing. "I'm selfish enough to ignore your pleas."
"Don't look at me. The last time I saw you, everything that left your mouth condemned everything I held dear. And now you're here wanting me to believe some shit that leaves your mouth?" she hissed, coldly. And he deserved everything she said.
"Yell, scream, curse and hit me, but don't take this out on yourself. It was my stupid mistake, and I'm here willing to pay for it!" he cried, loudly, anger present in his voice. "Please, just put the knife down." He couldn't take this, he felt like he wanted to breakdown. "Sakura…"
"Get out and leave me the hell alone! Am I not allowed to do what I want? You have no right to tell me what to do. It's my fucking decision. You already proved to me that you don't give a damn." She wanted to hold him so badly, but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I do give a damn!"
"Just leave her, maybe she will end all this" Gwen spoke, tightly, from behind.
"You shut the fuck up!" Syaoran hissed, frigidly. She scowled, furiously, looking at him. "I do care about you," he repeated, to Sakura, in a tender voice.
"No you don't!" she shouted, getting angrier. "You have no right to curse me out then come here saying you care, because it's all lies!"
"Sakura…"
"It's fucking Kinomoto to you!" She pointed her hand with the knife at him threateningly. "Get out!" she ordered, grimly.
"Tell me what to do to make you forgive me!" He was the last person she wanted to see her in such shape; it made her feel sick and ashamed.
"Nothing you can do will make me." Turning, he punched the door in anger. She was the only person who could piss him off so badly and didn't get their face-bashed in. "Just leave."
"And that'll make you happy?" He took his hand from door, now he had two useless hands. As much as he didn't want to leave her, he was going to give her what she wanted.
"Yes." She didn't expect him to really leave, but when he turned and started, the oddest thing happened. Tears sprung to her eyes, washing away the previous ones. "Don't leave!" she begged, desperately, feeling like he was leaving her again. "Syaoran!" The knife dropped from her hand, it clattered to the ground, but didn't make a sound to Sakura. "Don't leave me." She held the expression of a lost child.
Everyone in the room, including Gwen and Celina, were shocked hearing the words that left her mouth. After all the cursing for him to leave, when he really does turn to give Sakura her wish, she begs him to stay.
She didn't realize when he returned, until his arm was wrapped tightly around her body. "I won't leave you," he told her, lovingly. Choking back a sob, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, thanking God for sending him to her. "I won't ever leave you," he promised, sighing in relief.
"I'm sorry, so very sorry," she apologized, brokenly, and in shame. "Please forgive me."
"I should be asking you that." Rose stood behind the young couple, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. With her hand still pressed to her chest, she used the other to tell the man to leave. Celina and Gwen promptly exited, seeing that Sakura was back to her old self. "Everything I said in that room was a lie, and I'm sorry. I don't know if you'll ever be able to forgive me, but I'm going to try."
"I don't deserve you, I don't," she told him, heart wrenchingly. "I have a lot of cousins, beautiful ones that would love you instantly," she told him, but he only laughed in response. "I'm very serious."
"I don't want anyone but you, anyone else would bore me. Besides I love you," he whispered, making her gasp in surprise like it was the first time she'd heard it from his lips. Hearing him say he loved her again after what seemed like forever, ignited a fire in her being.
"You can't," she denied, still believing he deserved better. The words he spoke to her in the hospital hadn't been all a lie. With her came a lot of problems, and his perfect life had been disrupted.
"I do," he spoke, sincerely, caressing her cheek. "Please, no more tears," he begged, not liking tears on her beautiful face.
"Oh Syaoran, you don't have to do anything, but hold me," she whispered, with difficulty. "I thought you would never come. And every passing day I died, because I've loved you since forever. And I want you to know that I love you just the way you are, I wouldn't change you for the world." It felt so good to have him hold her and say those words. "Take me away from here," she begged him, not wanting to be anywhere near this house, but mostly her sister and mother.
"I wish I could, but I'm in no state to drive a car," he admitted, sheepishly. It was then she remembered he'd broken his arm. So caught up in everything, she hadn't remembered. "And I doubt you are."
"I wouldn't be someone safe to drive with. I might pass out behind the wheel," she agreed, sadly. "I could have the driver take us," she told him, making it clear she wanted to leave.
"Okay."
"Great." Tiptoeing, she gave him a long sweet kiss.
"Promise me one thing," his voice got serious, and she knew to pay attention.
"Anything." Right now, she was willing to give him anything he asked of her. Just having him here with her made Sakura feel secure, it made her feel loved.
"Promise me that you'll never try to hurt yourself again," as he said this, he took her bruised hand in his. She looked at it with disgust, new tears forming in her eyes. "Sakura, please…"
"I promise," she told him, sorrowfully. "I just don't like to be alone. When I thought I lost you, I had nothing."
"You'll never lose me," he assured, wiping her new set of tears away. "Never." He gave her a kiss of assurance. "But before we leave here, you must get this cleaned."
"I'll get the first aid kit," she told him. "Rosy, can you pack me a bag?" she asked, her helper.
"Hai ma'am," Rose answered, relieved that she was back to her old self. She looked at the door when Tina and Ming appeared, looking at the mess that was on the floor. "Ladies, she's in the bathroom." They smiled at Rose, making their way into the room.
Coming to the bathroom, they looked at Sakura, who was sitting on the sink, while Syaoran cleaned the blood from her hand. "Would you like some help with that?" Tina asked him, entering.
"Sure." He went to step away, but Sakura used her good hand to prevent him. Holding her hand, he moved to the side so Tina could continue.
"How are you doing?" Ming asked Sakura, standing on the other side.
"I look dreadful, but I'm great," she told them, truthfully. "Really," she assured, seeing a look of doubt on their faces. "You know it's one of those days."
"Yeah, I had one just last week, my balcony door had to be replaced," Tina agreed, faintly.
"Did you do that to your door?" Ming asked, glancing at it.
"Syaoran did. He got tired of talking to me through it," Sakura answered, proudly. The reason why she would be proud of something like that escaped Syaoran, but that was his Sakura.
"Is that so?" Ming looked at him in amusement.
"When did you guys get here?" She asked them, softly.
"How'd you think he got here? Don't believe he rode his bike here, he wouldn't have arrived as yet," Tina answered, ignoring the irritated look Syaoran held. When Sakura laughed, he loosened up; at least something had her laughing.
"Soon he'll be driving to my rescue. He's going to Yale you know," she boosted, swollen with pride.
"I'm sure he'll make you proud," Ming drawled, resting against the door. Hearing her tone, Sakura looked at her pointedly.
"He's already made me proud," she told her friend, tightly. Seeing her so defensive about anyone surprised Ming, who glanced at Tina.
"Hopefully he'll make you happy as well." Ignoring Ming's sarcastic tone, he rested against the counter Sakura was sitting on. "I don't mean to offend you in any way, but you've disrupted her already fucked up life, and instead of making it better you've just made it worse."
"Ming!" Sakura cried, pulling her hand from Tina. This made her cry out in pain. "Shit." She looked at her hand, the cuts getting upset by her sudden movement.
"Ming, knock it off," Tina hissed, coldly. "You're not helping."
"I'm just stating the facts. She's neglected everything for him, and all he can do is piss her off." Syaoran listened to her words knowing there was truth to what she was saying. "I just want him to stop making my friend miserable."
"And I'm going to stop, I promise," he told her, bitingly. "I'm not like the guys you hang out with on a daily basis."
"I'm not meaning with material things, that never made her happy to begin with," Ming clarified, calming down. Sakura hated how they were talking about her like she wasn't even present. "Please, just stop pissing her off, and stop getting upset when other people tell you things. It's never true."
"I've realized that," Syaoran spoke, not able to rub the back of his neck because it was quite difficult with his cast arm.
"Please, you two just stop it," Tina told them firmly, but she was looking at Ming. "This is definitely not the time." Finishing up with Sakura's hand, she looked at her friend. "I'm glad you're feeling a lot better," she smiled, lovingly.
"Thank you, both," she told her friends, tightening her hold on Syaoran. "You came in the same car?" She asked. Tina nodded her head. "Then I guess one of you won't mind driving my car to Syaoran's apartment. I'm going to be staying with him for a while." She looked at Ming, who went to open her mouth. "Save it," she warned, at that her friend laughed.
"I was merely going to say that I hope he can cook. You're skin and bones," she defended, with a grin.
"He can, unlike Tommy who probably doesn't even know where the kitchen is."
"I agree," Ming, laughed, making Tina and Sakura join her. Being the only guy, he just stood there staring at them; even with four sisters, he still couldn't understand girls. "Come on, let's get you out of here. Hey, can you take the land rover so I can have a drive?"
"Sure," Sakura smiled, slipping off the counter.
"Can I use your phone?" he asked, Sakura.
"Of course, it's on my desk," she told him, when Rosy appeared in front of her with a thick robe. Walking towards her desk, he picked up the phone and dialed home.
"Hey Rika," he greeted, when she answered.
"Syaoran, is everything okay?" she asked him, worriedly; he smiled at how much she sounded like another sister.
"Yeah, everything's good. Can I ask you a really big favor?" he asked her, glancing at Sakura, who was distracted by Tina and Ming.
"Sure."
"Can you prepare some food?"
"Are you bringing Sakura home finally?" she asked him, teasingly.
"Yeah." He had no idea how she knew this. Or maybe she knew he was bringing her with him, because every time she came over she had to make her something.
"Great, I'll make a feast. I haven't spoken to her in a while. I'll be expecting you," she spoke, happily, hanging up the phone on him. Looking at it oddly, he sighed placing it down.
"Women," he muttered, making his way towards three, who he still couldn't get…
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Brea.
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Since that fateful night at the Kinomoto's, she hadn't left her room. Instead she stayed home, dreading the day Julian would send her divorce papers. Lying on her bed, she reached down to touch her belly that was slowly making an appearance.
"They've ruined your life," she whispered, brokenly, "They've ruined our lives." She couldn't get rid of it, because her parents wouldn't allow her. And she was praying that it was Julian's so he would take her back. She would have to hold off on signing the papers for at least four and half months. "I'm going to make them pay," she promised, herself.
No one was going to be happy when she was so miserable. Getting out of bed, she walked towards her balcony doors. Standing outside, she placed her hands firmly on the railing. She grinned evilly knowing the perfect way to bring them down for good. "When I'm through, all of you will be six foot six," she promised herself, and the child growing inside her. "Even your fucking father, which ever one that is…"
Hearing herself, she laughed hysterically before breaking down in sobs…
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Sakura.
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Not knowing what Brea was planning on the other side of town, she was enjoying herself at Syaoran's house. When she arrived, she showered then ate the wonderful dinner prepared by Rika. Conversing with them for an hour good, she returned to Syaoran's room to rest after Rika and Alex left for work.
On his bed, she stared at her hand that was wrapped. It was probably strange for a girl who just had a nervous breakdown to be back to normal so quickly. However she felt better, crying and shouting helped to vent the emotions she built up.
Moving it around, she wondered if Syaoran thought she was sick and needed help, like her mother and sister assumed. Not in all the years she'd been alive, had she been through such hard times. It appeared to her that this year was cursed. When Syaoran walked into the room, she looked at him, turning unto her side. "I called in."
"So you're not working?" She had no idea how he could work, when one hand wasn't working to full potential.
"I'm staying home with you," he smiled, walking towards the bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked her, sitting down. Although he didn't show it, he was very worried about her. Today scared the delights out of him, and it was something he never wanted to see again.
"Stuffed," she admitted, patting her belly. "Rika really knows how to feed someone." He laughed in agreement.
"She does. Do you think you'll be ready for school in the morning?" he asked her. Using her hand, she pulled him down beside her. Never in her life she needed to be comforted like how she expected him to, or maybe she'd never found the right person until she came across him.
"Only if I can walk around school with you," she told him, firmly.
"That can be arranged." Smiling, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Anything to make you happy," he whispered, before giving her another kiss.
"Anything?"
"Well anything that doesn't involve using two hands," he corrected, with a lopsided grin. Giggling, she moved to whisper something in his ear. "Sakura," he breathed, shocked. Laughing, she pulled him down to her, a look of mischief in her eyes.
"Just kiss me," she told him, instead. "That'll do for now."
"Good because I don't want to break my arm again," he chuckled, when she pulled him down to her, forgetting about her bruised hand. Breaking the kiss with a soft sigh, she grinned happily as her hand caressed his face.
"Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?" she inquired, suddenly.
"When it comes to such serious emotions I don't play around. I wouldn't have told you that I loved you in the islands and here if it wasn't true," he answered, firmly, his words filled with genuineness. "Sakura, don't you believe me?" Afraid that she hurt him by asking such a question senseless anxiety overcame her.
"No!" she defended, quickly. "I was just," she sighed, looking in his eyes. "It's just that it's so hard to believe that you love me after all the things…"
"Shhh…" he hushed, silencing her. "Love doesn't discriminate, I fell in love with the Sakura I know. There is no relationship that lacks in arguments, one that did wouldn't last."
"Your parents." At that Syaoran laughed.
"Right." Sakura gave him an odd expression. "My parents told me you and I remind them of their younger selves," he admitted, shocking her.
"Are you serious?" She gave him a dubious look.
"I am. If you want I could call and have her tell you. Believe me, I was shocked as well, my parents are so mellow that it's frightening sometimes."
"I would love for us to be like that, but I still want arguments," she stated, and when he raised a brow, she smiled charmingly. "I love the make up sessions." He laughed resting beside her. "Syao?" she murmured, when he stared at the ceiling.
"Hmmm?"
"Brea's husband is divorcing her," she announced, getting his undivided attention. "She blames me, because I gave Ming the okay."
"What?"
"When I found out you were at the hospital, I also heard she was there with you. I was furious at her and my mother for keeping your whereabouts a secret. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but there's no going back now. Anyways, I believe Ming would have gone behind my back to get what she wanted. Even if I had no involvement, Brea would still blame me."
"This isn't going to end until the end of school, is it?" he sighed, sadly.
"I doubt it. That girl can hold a grudge for the longest time. She won't give up until either she wins permanently or I do." He looked at her with a serious expression. "What?"
"Sakura, promise you won't do anything else to her." Hearing that leave his lips, she frowned wondering why he would care. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like why the hell am I picking up for her," he answered, firmly. "Listen to me, if Brea had anything to do with Sara's shooting, don't you think she would try again if someone pissed her off enough?" Sakura hadn't thought about that.
"You think she's capable of murder?"
"She's capable of anything." He didn't want to scare her or anything, but he wanted her to be safe. "I don't know what I would if anything were to happen to you." She wrapped her arm tightly around him, burying her face in his neck.
"Oh Syaoran," she whispered, tiredly. "I promise I won't do anything to provoke her…"
Sadly for them, it was beyond that point. There was nothing that could make Brea hate them anymore than she already did. To her, Sakura had everything; popularity, freedom and the guy while she had nothing.
"Good," he sighed, running his hand through her thick tresses…
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Celina.
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Standing in the library, she listened to the speaker on the phone. "Yes, I know." Reaching up, she ran her hand through her hair. "No darling."
"And what am I to do about my daughter? She's pregnant and without a husband, while that bitch is running loose doing whatever she pleases," Xin hissed, from the other line. "Celina, do something!" he cried, loudly, a crash sounding from his side of the phone.
"I tried. I thought it was fine until that brat showed up," she cried, in vain, hating it when he yelled at her. Sitting on her bed, she sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to make her pay!"
"Fine, I'll do something," she agreed, closing her eyes momentarily.
"You'd better. With her out of the way our daughter will be the only heiress to that bastard's company. We'll kill the only child he has. It serves her right for fucking with my baby girl's future." The determination that was present in his voice was sickening because it dealt with murdering an innocent soul.
"She will be. Won't she?" A smile dawned Celina's lips at the beautiful prospect. "Our Gwen, heiress to Kay Corp," she beamed, happily, a cold laugh leaving her lips. When she looked up, she frowned slightly seeing a familiar face in the mirror behind her.
Acting like she hadn't seen Rose, she continued with her conversation. She knew the old hag would run to Fujitaka to tell what she'd overheard. Fujitaka had her around to be a spy. She had no idea why the woman was so suspicious of her; after all, she only wanted to give her daughter what she so rightfully deserved.
She was so caught up in this whole mess that she might as well see it through. The only reason she married Fujitaka was to get her daughter the company he owned. When she got pregnant with Gwen, Xin had just married Barbara. To save herself the shame, she agreed to marry Fujitaka since as her parents and his had worked it out prior.
From the beginning, she wanted to drive Sakura mad, so that she would not able to take life any longer. The girl however proved to be stronger than she originally assumed. And the appearance of that blasted boy only added to her problems, because he made her happy. He fucked up everything. If he hadn't appeared she would have been dead already.
The day when she crashed heading home from the park, her car was tampered with. Then there was Christmas when the man attacked her, he just had to show up and play hero again. And the night she got stuck with him at his apartment, she was supposed to drive home. Her car was supposed to have died on the highway, not die at his fucking apartment.
Then today and a couple days prior, if he hadn't interfered, she would have been dead. The poison was working. She was getting weaker, and the constant argument helped in the process. When she died, it wouldn't look suspicious, because it would just seem like an act of suicide. Tapping her finger on the phone, her eyes closed momentarily. When she hung it up, she turned knowing something had to be done about Rose. "I cannot possibly allow her to tell Fujitaka. No that won't work at all," she murmured, walking out of the room...
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