*Awesome! Something's wrong with my disk drive, and I might have a major
problem; all the chapters of 'Fighting For My Family' are on that disk,
along with the first chapter of this fic! Anyway, thanks to the following
who were cool enough to review!*
Reviewers: Kikakai Friend tracy-kin Ms. CherryStrawberry Time Warp sweet-captor Star Cherry
Marred
Last chapter:
. . . "I'm sorry, I just can't resist you sometimes, Sakura." Nick said, his voice low and filled with lust. Sakura struggled against Nick as he carried her into his room and shut the door.
. . . "See? That wasn't bad. It's only going to be better, Sakura. Believe me."
It was raining. Sakura barely noticed as fat droplets of crystalline water began to fall all around her, making a pattering sound as it collided with the pavement and her body.
Eyes straight forward, vacant and lost, Sakura walked through the dark streets. Very few people were out on the sidewalks, occasionally stealing a curious glance at the wet girl walking through town with no shoes on. Not one person offered their umbrella, or help for that matter.
Sakura clung to her white uniform top, not noticing it had soaked through and was now transparent. Shivering slightly, she kept walking, sloshing through growing puddles as she went. She had no idea where she was; Nick had only taken her to his home once. To rape her.
Sakura shuddered at the thought of her boyfriend's actions, how she was still in pain from hours of endless torture. He had kept her captive in his apartment for six hours, raping her over and over. After awhile she didn't move, she just let him punch himself in again and again. He even removed her restraints, leaving the tape wrapped around her wrists. She knew he wanted her to fight back, to make a sound. After she became despondent, Nick had tried everything to arouse her, but she remained unmoved.
Finally, after the sun had set, Nick had tired of fondling his plaything, and released Sakura, pushing her out of the apartment and throwing her clothing out behind her. Sakura had dressed hastily, forgetting about her shoes. Now she was walking, trying to find out where she was so she could get home where she was safe.
Up ahead was a green sign with the name 'Leeson Street' emblazoned in white on it. Sakura remembered the sign, realizing where she was. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she stopped walking and started running as fast as her battered body could go.
Running into a small apartment building, Sakura climbed a flight of stairs and down the hall to the last apartment on the second floor. She put her hand up to knock, her tears rolling freely by now. She rapped on the door, her reddened knuckles standing out against her paper white skin. She heard a commotion on the other side of the door, as if someone was busily moving books and papers around. The lock clicked, and the door opened to a familiar face.
"Sakura?" Syaoran asked, opening the door to get a good look at his visitor. She was barely standing, her head bent down to face the floor. The only things holding her up were her hands on either side of the doorframe. She was dripping with rainwater, droplets falling down onto her bare feet. She looked like she had been through a hurricane, her shirt barely buttoned and hanging loosely around her shivering frame. Sakura looked up at Syaoran, and his eyes widened.
"Holy shit! Sakura!" Syaoran cried, grabbing onto the teen as she finally collapsed. Sakura looked up at Syaoran as he held her in his arms, her green eyes dull and pained. The mere sight of her bruised face and cut lip made him boil over with anger. Who in the hell did this to her?!
"Syaoran. . . " Sakura whispered hoarsely, gasping as Syaoran tightened his grip slightly. Syaoran lifted her shirt up and looked at the bruises on her body, covering her chest and ribcage. Muttering soft curses, Syaoran rushed his best friend into his apartment, slamming the door closed with his foot. He brought Sakura to his sofa, gently setting her down. Still dazed, Sakura leaned on Syaoran as she shook with cold and shock.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes. Do you want to get into a bath?" Syaoran asked, talking to Sakura as if she were eight years old. Sakura nodded slowly, her eyes transfixed on some unknown object ahead of her. Syaoran picked the small girl up again, walking into the bathroom. He drew some hot water and put some cherry scented soap bubbles in it.
"Okay, Sakura. . . I'm going to let you change out of your clothes and get cleaned up. I'll be back with your pajamas in a minute, okay?" Syaoran asked. His concern grew as Sakura stood motionless, staring at the fluffy bubbles in the tub. When she began to undo her shirt, Syaoran took his cue and walked out of the bathroom.
Sakura slipped off her soaking clothes, discarding them in a heap on the green tiled floor. She got into the water, sitting amidst the bubbles like a lost child. She looked around her, at the green towels and white walls. Her mind started to clear, and memories flooded back to her as if a dam had broken in her mind.
Sakura shuddered as thoughts of the repulsive person who had stolen her virginity flashed through her mind. The things he had done, the torture she had endured; it was too much to bear for the young woman. Sakura broke down and started crying, her tears mixing with the warm water.
Syaoran brought his hand up to the door of the bathroom to knock when he heard sobs on the other side. Gripping the pajamas in his arms, the teen opened the door to find Sakura, bubbles covering all but her shoulders. Tears fell like rain from her emerald eyes, eyes that looked at Syaoran miserably.
"Please don't cry. . . " Syaoran coaxed his friend, dropping the pink pajama pants and white cotton tank top Sakura always wore when she stayed over. Sakura only bawled harder, raising her hands to wipe her eyes. Syaoran stopped her by grasping her hands gently, his amber eyes looking into her frightened eyes softly.
"Here. . . let me take care of you." Syaoran said softly, his usual scowl replaced with pure and gentle concern as he took some of the shampoo Sakura kept at his house and squeezed some into his hand. He ran his hands through Sakura's hair and told her everything was going to be fine. After her hair was clean, Syaoran took a dark pink washcloth belonging obviously to Sakura and dipped it into the water.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Syaoran asked, trying not to probe too deep to fast. Sakura shook her head slowly as Syaoran tenderly washed her face, being careful not to push too hard against her bruises.
"Okay, I'm going to let you get changed, Sakura. Come out into the living room when you're done and we'll talk." Syaoran said calmly, handing a towel to Sakura, who looked up at him and nodded, a sad frown on her pretty face. Syaoran left the bathroom, and Sakura rose from the tub, drying herself gingerly. She was in a lot of pain from the bruises, and touching them sent a spasm of soreness through her body.
After changing into the dry pajamas, Sakura ran a comb through her hair, staring at her reflection as she did so. She opened the bathroom door and walked down the short hall to where Syaoran was sitting, a blanket ready and waiting for her.
"Syaoran . . . " Sakura said quietly, making the young man turn around. His amber eyes fixed on his friend, and the visible bruising on her small body and face.
"What happened to you, Sakura?" Syaoran asked, his voice quavering slightly. He had a good idea what had transpired, and if he was right, someone was going to die. Sakura's bottom lip quivered, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"He . . . I . . . I said no . . ." Sakura whispered, falling to her knees as more tears rushed out of her green eyes. Syaoran got up off the couch, an angry scowl on his face. Sakura's head was buried in her hands as she cried, and Syaoran knelt down with her, holding her in his arms.
"Sakura, come sit down, please." Syaoran persuaded, helping his friend up and taking her over to his couch. He sat her down, wrapping the blanket around her quivering form. Her tears stopped, and she looked Syaoran right in the eyes, her sad gaze devastating him.
"He took me to his house . . . said he had to get something before we went out to . . . to celebrate. I went up with him, and he . . . he. . . God, Syaoran, he raped me! I couldn't get away! I tried, but he taped my wrists, and he kept going . . . over and over again . . . for so long . . . I thought he was going to kill me!" Sakura blubbered. Syaoran's shocked face turned to pure rage. He had been right, that bastard of a boyfriend raped his best friend.
"I couldn't get away . . . " Sakura murmured as Syaoran pulled her into a gentle embrace. Sakura clung to Syaoran as she bawled, pouring an ocean of tears onto his green shirt. Syaoran ran his hand up and down her back, trying his best to soothe Sakura. His mind was spinning; how could that son of a bitch do something so horrible to someone so innocent?!
'I am not about to let this go unknown.' Syaoran thought, his eyes narrowing as he continued to think of the snake who raped Sakura.
"Sakura . . . I promise you I will get him." Syaoran whispered. Sakura didn't reply, and Syaoran moved slightly to see that Sakura had actually fallen asleep in his arms, her hands on his chest along with her face. Sighing, Syaoran shuffled the small girl, carrying her into his room and laying her in his bed. He pulled the blankets over her form, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead as he walked back out into the living room.
"I better call Fujutaka and tell him Sakura's here with me. He'll be worried sick if he already isn't." Syaoran said to himself, picking up his phone and dialing Sakura's number. Her father answered, and Syaoran explained that she had decided to stay over for the night.
"Absolutely, Syaoran. I trust you two will be good." Fujitaka answered, gaining a surprised look from Touya on one end of the line, and a silent nod on Syaoran's side.
"I'll bring her home tomorrow, then. Goodnight." Syaoran said, hanging up the phone. He checked in on Sakura once more and found her soundly sleeping. Syaoran felt a smile creep over his lips as he moved a strand of hair from her angelic face.
'How anyone could hurt you is beyond me, Sakura.' Syaoran thought as he walked back into the living room and put in a movie before bed. When it ended, it was after midnight, and Syaoran was yawning heavily. Quietly, the chocolate haired boy slipped into his bed beside Sakura, wrapping an arm around her gently. She stirred, but did not wake, turning so she was facing Syaoran. Their faces were just inches apart, and Syaoran could smell the cherry scent that lingered on her from the bath.
"Goodnight Sakura. Tomorrow's a new day." Syaoran whispered, closing his eyes and falling asleep with Sakura in his grip.
*So that's chapter two. Of course Syaoran's going to be there when Sakura needs him, what are best friends for? Next chapter: the next morning. What is Syaoran going to do? Will Sakura try and press charges? Send me a review, and I will be sure to update soon! Thanks!*
Reviewers: Kikakai Friend tracy-kin Ms. CherryStrawberry Time Warp sweet-captor Star Cherry
Marred
Last chapter:
. . . "I'm sorry, I just can't resist you sometimes, Sakura." Nick said, his voice low and filled with lust. Sakura struggled against Nick as he carried her into his room and shut the door.
. . . "See? That wasn't bad. It's only going to be better, Sakura. Believe me."
It was raining. Sakura barely noticed as fat droplets of crystalline water began to fall all around her, making a pattering sound as it collided with the pavement and her body.
Eyes straight forward, vacant and lost, Sakura walked through the dark streets. Very few people were out on the sidewalks, occasionally stealing a curious glance at the wet girl walking through town with no shoes on. Not one person offered their umbrella, or help for that matter.
Sakura clung to her white uniform top, not noticing it had soaked through and was now transparent. Shivering slightly, she kept walking, sloshing through growing puddles as she went. She had no idea where she was; Nick had only taken her to his home once. To rape her.
Sakura shuddered at the thought of her boyfriend's actions, how she was still in pain from hours of endless torture. He had kept her captive in his apartment for six hours, raping her over and over. After awhile she didn't move, she just let him punch himself in again and again. He even removed her restraints, leaving the tape wrapped around her wrists. She knew he wanted her to fight back, to make a sound. After she became despondent, Nick had tried everything to arouse her, but she remained unmoved.
Finally, after the sun had set, Nick had tired of fondling his plaything, and released Sakura, pushing her out of the apartment and throwing her clothing out behind her. Sakura had dressed hastily, forgetting about her shoes. Now she was walking, trying to find out where she was so she could get home where she was safe.
Up ahead was a green sign with the name 'Leeson Street' emblazoned in white on it. Sakura remembered the sign, realizing where she was. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she stopped walking and started running as fast as her battered body could go.
Running into a small apartment building, Sakura climbed a flight of stairs and down the hall to the last apartment on the second floor. She put her hand up to knock, her tears rolling freely by now. She rapped on the door, her reddened knuckles standing out against her paper white skin. She heard a commotion on the other side of the door, as if someone was busily moving books and papers around. The lock clicked, and the door opened to a familiar face.
"Sakura?" Syaoran asked, opening the door to get a good look at his visitor. She was barely standing, her head bent down to face the floor. The only things holding her up were her hands on either side of the doorframe. She was dripping with rainwater, droplets falling down onto her bare feet. She looked like she had been through a hurricane, her shirt barely buttoned and hanging loosely around her shivering frame. Sakura looked up at Syaoran, and his eyes widened.
"Holy shit! Sakura!" Syaoran cried, grabbing onto the teen as she finally collapsed. Sakura looked up at Syaoran as he held her in his arms, her green eyes dull and pained. The mere sight of her bruised face and cut lip made him boil over with anger. Who in the hell did this to her?!
"Syaoran. . . " Sakura whispered hoarsely, gasping as Syaoran tightened his grip slightly. Syaoran lifted her shirt up and looked at the bruises on her body, covering her chest and ribcage. Muttering soft curses, Syaoran rushed his best friend into his apartment, slamming the door closed with his foot. He brought Sakura to his sofa, gently setting her down. Still dazed, Sakura leaned on Syaoran as she shook with cold and shock.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes. Do you want to get into a bath?" Syaoran asked, talking to Sakura as if she were eight years old. Sakura nodded slowly, her eyes transfixed on some unknown object ahead of her. Syaoran picked the small girl up again, walking into the bathroom. He drew some hot water and put some cherry scented soap bubbles in it.
"Okay, Sakura. . . I'm going to let you change out of your clothes and get cleaned up. I'll be back with your pajamas in a minute, okay?" Syaoran asked. His concern grew as Sakura stood motionless, staring at the fluffy bubbles in the tub. When she began to undo her shirt, Syaoran took his cue and walked out of the bathroom.
Sakura slipped off her soaking clothes, discarding them in a heap on the green tiled floor. She got into the water, sitting amidst the bubbles like a lost child. She looked around her, at the green towels and white walls. Her mind started to clear, and memories flooded back to her as if a dam had broken in her mind.
Sakura shuddered as thoughts of the repulsive person who had stolen her virginity flashed through her mind. The things he had done, the torture she had endured; it was too much to bear for the young woman. Sakura broke down and started crying, her tears mixing with the warm water.
Syaoran brought his hand up to the door of the bathroom to knock when he heard sobs on the other side. Gripping the pajamas in his arms, the teen opened the door to find Sakura, bubbles covering all but her shoulders. Tears fell like rain from her emerald eyes, eyes that looked at Syaoran miserably.
"Please don't cry. . . " Syaoran coaxed his friend, dropping the pink pajama pants and white cotton tank top Sakura always wore when she stayed over. Sakura only bawled harder, raising her hands to wipe her eyes. Syaoran stopped her by grasping her hands gently, his amber eyes looking into her frightened eyes softly.
"Here. . . let me take care of you." Syaoran said softly, his usual scowl replaced with pure and gentle concern as he took some of the shampoo Sakura kept at his house and squeezed some into his hand. He ran his hands through Sakura's hair and told her everything was going to be fine. After her hair was clean, Syaoran took a dark pink washcloth belonging obviously to Sakura and dipped it into the water.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Syaoran asked, trying not to probe too deep to fast. Sakura shook her head slowly as Syaoran tenderly washed her face, being careful not to push too hard against her bruises.
"Okay, I'm going to let you get changed, Sakura. Come out into the living room when you're done and we'll talk." Syaoran said calmly, handing a towel to Sakura, who looked up at him and nodded, a sad frown on her pretty face. Syaoran left the bathroom, and Sakura rose from the tub, drying herself gingerly. She was in a lot of pain from the bruises, and touching them sent a spasm of soreness through her body.
After changing into the dry pajamas, Sakura ran a comb through her hair, staring at her reflection as she did so. She opened the bathroom door and walked down the short hall to where Syaoran was sitting, a blanket ready and waiting for her.
"Syaoran . . . " Sakura said quietly, making the young man turn around. His amber eyes fixed on his friend, and the visible bruising on her small body and face.
"What happened to you, Sakura?" Syaoran asked, his voice quavering slightly. He had a good idea what had transpired, and if he was right, someone was going to die. Sakura's bottom lip quivered, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"He . . . I . . . I said no . . ." Sakura whispered, falling to her knees as more tears rushed out of her green eyes. Syaoran got up off the couch, an angry scowl on his face. Sakura's head was buried in her hands as she cried, and Syaoran knelt down with her, holding her in his arms.
"Sakura, come sit down, please." Syaoran persuaded, helping his friend up and taking her over to his couch. He sat her down, wrapping the blanket around her quivering form. Her tears stopped, and she looked Syaoran right in the eyes, her sad gaze devastating him.
"He took me to his house . . . said he had to get something before we went out to . . . to celebrate. I went up with him, and he . . . he. . . God, Syaoran, he raped me! I couldn't get away! I tried, but he taped my wrists, and he kept going . . . over and over again . . . for so long . . . I thought he was going to kill me!" Sakura blubbered. Syaoran's shocked face turned to pure rage. He had been right, that bastard of a boyfriend raped his best friend.
"I couldn't get away . . . " Sakura murmured as Syaoran pulled her into a gentle embrace. Sakura clung to Syaoran as she bawled, pouring an ocean of tears onto his green shirt. Syaoran ran his hand up and down her back, trying his best to soothe Sakura. His mind was spinning; how could that son of a bitch do something so horrible to someone so innocent?!
'I am not about to let this go unknown.' Syaoran thought, his eyes narrowing as he continued to think of the snake who raped Sakura.
"Sakura . . . I promise you I will get him." Syaoran whispered. Sakura didn't reply, and Syaoran moved slightly to see that Sakura had actually fallen asleep in his arms, her hands on his chest along with her face. Sighing, Syaoran shuffled the small girl, carrying her into his room and laying her in his bed. He pulled the blankets over her form, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead as he walked back out into the living room.
"I better call Fujutaka and tell him Sakura's here with me. He'll be worried sick if he already isn't." Syaoran said to himself, picking up his phone and dialing Sakura's number. Her father answered, and Syaoran explained that she had decided to stay over for the night.
"Absolutely, Syaoran. I trust you two will be good." Fujitaka answered, gaining a surprised look from Touya on one end of the line, and a silent nod on Syaoran's side.
"I'll bring her home tomorrow, then. Goodnight." Syaoran said, hanging up the phone. He checked in on Sakura once more and found her soundly sleeping. Syaoran felt a smile creep over his lips as he moved a strand of hair from her angelic face.
'How anyone could hurt you is beyond me, Sakura.' Syaoran thought as he walked back into the living room and put in a movie before bed. When it ended, it was after midnight, and Syaoran was yawning heavily. Quietly, the chocolate haired boy slipped into his bed beside Sakura, wrapping an arm around her gently. She stirred, but did not wake, turning so she was facing Syaoran. Their faces were just inches apart, and Syaoran could smell the cherry scent that lingered on her from the bath.
"Goodnight Sakura. Tomorrow's a new day." Syaoran whispered, closing his eyes and falling asleep with Sakura in his grip.
*So that's chapter two. Of course Syaoran's going to be there when Sakura needs him, what are best friends for? Next chapter: the next morning. What is Syaoran going to do? Will Sakura try and press charges? Send me a review, and I will be sure to update soon! Thanks!*
