A/N: WHEW. I AM SO SORRY! For not getting the sixth up sooner. But I've been in a dillema. You know, homework, school, life, and my new boyfriend. yada yada yada. Don't you just wonder why life does this to you?
Disclaimer: No slices, slivers, or glasses. This time, as before: I don't own CCS but I took a.....duh nuh nuh....SERVING of it! Hahahhahahaha!!!!! Servings.....haaha.
Note: There's a lot of cussing in this one. Sorry to say, but there is...
Note: This chapter is rated PG-13 for a little lime (not quite lemon, but lime) for some mention of sexual related themes.

I'm LivingDead or Gone, Part 6

I sit here, on my windowsill, looking down at the quiet world below me. It is six thirty at night. I know I should be doing my homework, but that's not important--my social life is. Syaoran, that sweet life giver, told me that he would be coming over to my house after his date with Tomoyo at 6:45 PM.
"Your new life is going to start today, Sakura," He told me, his eyes gleaming, his mouth shuddering with joyful expression. "I promise you. 6:45. Your house. Just you and me, Sakura, just you and me, alone, together."
The alone part scares me. Sure, my dad is out--doing something, having affairs with numerous women, and my brother is somewhere out there--but it's just me. And Syaoran. Alone.
What if he tries to do something to me? I love him. Maybe too much. But I'm just not ready for that.
Suddenly, there are two voices rounding the corner: one, sweet and airy, tinkling like a bell, the other, deep and masculine, soothing and yet rough.
"Tomoyo, my angel...my sweet angel..."
I can hear her mischevious giggle. "I had fun tonight, Syao-kun," She said, batting her eyelashes. "Come take me out again very soon." I can hear her purring, low, deep in her throat. This is making me sick, and I can't even see them.
"I promise, kitten, I'll take you somewhere heavenly, where the clouds will sweep you and me off our feet and carry us to a bed...a soft, welcoming bed..."
Then I can hear her platform sandals tapping away, her soft, angelic "Bye!". And then all I hear is Syaoran's sneakers padding over to my house.
He doesn't bother to ring the doorbell. He knows where I am, high above the windowsill. He waves. I wave back.
"Hello, my equally sweet and divine love," He says, bowing, like a prince. "May I be of your aquantince?"
He is just so sweet. Innocent. Clueless.
"Come on up," I say, throwing down the ladder. "Don't make too much noise."
"Why not?" He says, winking. "No one's home. Tomoyo's gone back to her mansion. It's seven at night, everyone is inside their own homes, doing their own private business. We can do anything we want, Sakura, because we're alone, together."
Even though his words are meant to soothe me, they scare me. What does he mean, anything we want? I am frightened. Of him. Even of myself.
When he reaches me, he throws down the ladder. Then he hikes up his knees up to his chin and hugs them tight. He looks into my eyes--deep amber orbs, penetrating my emerald jewels--and leans foward, just forward enough to press his lips against mine.
I suck my breath in, and instead of closing them, my eyes open wide. Instantly, a million thoughts pour into my head. He has a girlfriend! He can kiss her! He never said he loved me! Why is he doing this? What about Tomoyo? What about my so-called friendship with her?
He leans back slowly and his eyes are filled with amusement and pleasure. "Damn, that was sweet," He said, pushing in a little closer. "Wanna do something more?"
This is so scaring me. I take two steps back. "W-what are you going to do, Syaoran?"
I thought he was supposed to protect me. I thought he was going to make my life change in a good way. Not a bad way, and especially not this way.
Without warning, he starts to kiss me, harsh and cold, and for the first time I smell alcohol on his breath. With a startled cry I realize he's been drinking. He never drinks. At least, he never used to. What did that bitch Tomoyo do to him? Why is he doing this to me? This is the first time Syaoran has ever frightened me in such a way. The floating question comes back up again: Is he trying to help me or is he trying to kill me? The new me? It disappears, scared and wilted. The old me comes back--small and cowardly.
I don't even try to pull back. What I do, he'll have an opposite reaction to it. So I just sit there and try not to take in that awful stench of alcohol that's penetrating me so strongly.
Suddenly there are footsteps. Clunky, platform footsteps. You know, they almost sound like those lavender....platform....shoes! That wasn't Tomoyo, was it? Oh, no, it couldn't be. Then I see those swishy black locks of hair. I frantically try to push Syaoran away, but he just grabs my hand.
"What's up, Saki?" He says, pulling me down. He never called me Saki before. "Don't cha like it?"
No, I so want to scream. Get away! What happened to you? But I can't. The words are trapped in my throat.
Then the footsteps stop. I hear them stumble; take a few steps back. Then a piercing scream.
"You bitch!" Tomoyo screams, pointing in my direction, her perfect face pale, her model legs shaking. "What the hell have you done to him? I thought you were my friend! You--you traitor! You fucking bitch!"
I don't hear anymore. My world just turns pitch black.

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