*Hey everyone! This is my newest fic, I hope you all like it. If you
haven't noticed, the last two fics I have written have dealt with some
pretty heavy issues such as rape and self mutilation. This fic deals
slightly with domestic violence. It isn't centered around it, however. It
will be S&S but I promise you things will progress slowly, so be patient.
I've already written this fic completely, so what's written will remain
written! Enjoy!*
With You
The apartment was buzzing with activity on that rainy October night. A fight was ensuing; or rather the wrath of one was being pushed on another. In the windows passersby could see two shadows moving from one lighted rectangle to another. One was tall with broad shoulders while the other was much smaller in frame, probably a woman.
Shouting could be faintly heard from within the apartment, coarse words and screaming retorts becoming known to the world outside. The smaller shadow paced from one side of the apartment to the other, her small form moving quickly as she paced. Behind the first shadow stalked the second shadow, throwing his hands up into the air as he shouted. Rain poured down as the people continued on their way without a second thought about the fighting couple in the house.
Inside the apartment, things were different. Tattered furniture set along the white walls, stuffing poking out of a couple of small cigarette burns. There was nothing decorative on the walls, just ecru paint. The carpet was worn and dirty, stains dotting it every so often like spots on a cheetah.
There was trash on the end table, mostly empty beer cans discarded after their welcome was worn out. The kitchen table was missing a leg, a pile of telephone books piled up as a replacement. In general the apartment looked like it hadn't been renovated in quite some time, and was in need of some serious repairs.
Of course, the apartment wasn't the only thing in bad shape. A young woman around the age of twenty one was walking fast through the apartment as a bigger man with brown curly hair and piercing brown eyes walked after her with an angry glare. The woman looked behind her to see if he was following; when she saw he was, she ran a hand through her short honey hair and waited for the pain.
"Stop running away and get the fuck over here!" the young man growled, catching the woman's arm and pulling her roughly to him. She shrieked as he drew her close, his nose just an inch from her own. Emerald eyes watched knowingly as his fist drew back, then swung at her face.
It was over in a second. The impact sent her reeling out of his grip and against the wall. She felt herself sliding down, her legs giving out on her. She put her arms up in defense as she saw him reach down for her again, but he grabbed a chunk of her hair and hauled her screaming to her feet.
"I told you not to do it, but you just had to didn't you?" he sneered, slapping the woman's face hard with his hand. Tears began to form in her eyes, but the woman would not let them fall. She stared up at the taller person she shared the apartment with, her eyes filled with pain and fear.
"Jacob I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" she was cut off by another slap to the face and a rough shake.
"Sorry doesn't cut it Sakura! I fucking told you not to talk to that son of a bitch, and you went ahead and did it! Don't you know you're making me do this to you?!" Jacob interrupted, slapping Sakura again in the face. Sakura's eyes were cast at the floor; he had triumphed over her once again. Knowing this, Jacob released his grip on her hair and shoved her to the floor once again.
"I wish you would just learn. I don't like doing this to you, but I can't just have you gallivanting around with guys like a common whore. Don't you see I love you, and I'm looking out for your best interest? Do you want people to call you a slut?" Jacob added as he slid into his recliner and laid back.
"No . . . " Sakura muttered, touching her bruised cheek with her finger tips gently. Jacob turned on the television and began surfing through the channels. He reached over to the end table for a beer, and when he noticed there were no full cans left, he sighed heavily.
"Sakura, get me a beer outta the fridge." Jacob commanded. Sakura meekly rose to her feet and opened the refrigerator to find practically nothing, including beer.
"We don't have anymore." Sakura said quietly, waiting for a response. She heard the squeak of Jacob's chair as he got out of it and shuddered as footsteps moved her way.
"Didn't I tell you to get some at the store today? For the love, Sakura you can't even do that right!" Jacob shouted. Sakura cringed and focused on the tiling on the floor of the kitchen. Frustrated, Jacob reached into his pocket and pulled out some ones, throwing them at Sakura's feet.
"Get out there and get some damn beer. Geeze . . . you'd think that you would remember one simple thing I ask for. It's not like I ask for the fucking world!" Jacob muttered, returning to his chair without laying a hand on Sakura.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Sakura gathered the money into her small hands and made her way past the trash to the door, where she grabbed her coat. She wrapped the garment around her, sighing with frustration as she noticed it no longer fit her body. Pulling it as close to her as she could, Sakura opened the door and started down the stairs toward the outdoors.
The cold wind hit her like a wave as she stepped out of the apartment building and onto the lonely streets of Tomoeda. It was about twenty blocks to the grocery store, and Sakura didn't have a car to drive there. Without change for the bus, she would have to simply walk the entire distance and back. Her thoughts went to her life as she traveled down the dimly lit sidewalk.
'How could I have let things get this way?' Sakura asked herself.
Life hadn't always been so dark for Sakura. She had graduated high school three years prior as an honor student, and was planning on attending college that fall. Her friends all traveled to other cities for classes, leaving Sakura in Tomoeda alone to start her new chapter of life.
It was during this time she met Jacob. Freshman orientation had united them, and for awhile they dated casually. Her father liked him right off the bat, and after a year even Touya had taken a liking to the tall curly haired blonde who was an aspiring architect.
When Fujitaka took a job in the U.S., Sakura couldn't see herself being apart from Jacob, and opted to move in with him instead. Touya and Fujitaka both moved to California, and tried to keep in touch as often as possible. The phone calls started to dwindle after six months, however, and soon Sakura was hearing from them only once or twice every couple of months.
It was actually the night before their second anniversary that Sakura started feeling Jacob's wrath. She had mistakenly dropped some hot noodles on the newly tiled floor, leaving a burn mark from the hot pan in front of the oven. Furious beyond anything, Jacob slapped Sakura in the face as he bellowed about spending money on replacing the burned tiles. After that night Jacob seemed to be a time bomb, exploding for the most simple reasons at times.
Now just a month after their third anniversary, Sakura found herself trapped, unable to escape Jacob's ever watchful glare. If she talked to any other male, Jacob would flip out and beat her for flirting with them. Any small mistake Sakura made was just cause for her to be slapped around; if she tried to fight back, Jacob would simply overpower her and beat her senseless.
Sometimes Sakura would imagine a gallant young man would hear her pleas for freedom and whisk her away to a place where she wouldn't have to hurt any longer. But those days never came, as much as she wished for them.
'If you came for me, I'd go with you.' Sakura thought miserably as the cold wind blasted her in the face once again. She walked through the automatic doors of the convenience store, immediately feeling heat rush over her body.
Sakura rubbed her hands together, trying to get the feeling back into them. She was freezing, and any chance she had to get some heat back into her body was a chance Sakura was willing to take. Walking quickly to the back of the store, Sakura picked a twelve pack of beer out of the cooler and started making her way back to the counter to pay.
More thoughts about her life surrounded Sakura like a shroud, and as she rounded the corner she collided with something soft and started tripping to the ground. The beer crashed to the floor, cans spewing liquid all over the white tiles. Sakura stared down at the floor, noticing she hadn't fallen as well. She looked up and realized she was in the arms of a young man around her age.
Amber met emerald as another realization sank in.
"Syao-Syaoran?!"
*Sorry it's short, but it's just a precursor to something I hope to continue. The plan is for me to update every Sunday, so keep an eye out! Review it, let me know how you like it so far, and I will update accordingly. Next chapter warning: you will not be happy. Sorry, but c'est la vie!*
With You
The apartment was buzzing with activity on that rainy October night. A fight was ensuing; or rather the wrath of one was being pushed on another. In the windows passersby could see two shadows moving from one lighted rectangle to another. One was tall with broad shoulders while the other was much smaller in frame, probably a woman.
Shouting could be faintly heard from within the apartment, coarse words and screaming retorts becoming known to the world outside. The smaller shadow paced from one side of the apartment to the other, her small form moving quickly as she paced. Behind the first shadow stalked the second shadow, throwing his hands up into the air as he shouted. Rain poured down as the people continued on their way without a second thought about the fighting couple in the house.
Inside the apartment, things were different. Tattered furniture set along the white walls, stuffing poking out of a couple of small cigarette burns. There was nothing decorative on the walls, just ecru paint. The carpet was worn and dirty, stains dotting it every so often like spots on a cheetah.
There was trash on the end table, mostly empty beer cans discarded after their welcome was worn out. The kitchen table was missing a leg, a pile of telephone books piled up as a replacement. In general the apartment looked like it hadn't been renovated in quite some time, and was in need of some serious repairs.
Of course, the apartment wasn't the only thing in bad shape. A young woman around the age of twenty one was walking fast through the apartment as a bigger man with brown curly hair and piercing brown eyes walked after her with an angry glare. The woman looked behind her to see if he was following; when she saw he was, she ran a hand through her short honey hair and waited for the pain.
"Stop running away and get the fuck over here!" the young man growled, catching the woman's arm and pulling her roughly to him. She shrieked as he drew her close, his nose just an inch from her own. Emerald eyes watched knowingly as his fist drew back, then swung at her face.
It was over in a second. The impact sent her reeling out of his grip and against the wall. She felt herself sliding down, her legs giving out on her. She put her arms up in defense as she saw him reach down for her again, but he grabbed a chunk of her hair and hauled her screaming to her feet.
"I told you not to do it, but you just had to didn't you?" he sneered, slapping the woman's face hard with his hand. Tears began to form in her eyes, but the woman would not let them fall. She stared up at the taller person she shared the apartment with, her eyes filled with pain and fear.
"Jacob I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" she was cut off by another slap to the face and a rough shake.
"Sorry doesn't cut it Sakura! I fucking told you not to talk to that son of a bitch, and you went ahead and did it! Don't you know you're making me do this to you?!" Jacob interrupted, slapping Sakura again in the face. Sakura's eyes were cast at the floor; he had triumphed over her once again. Knowing this, Jacob released his grip on her hair and shoved her to the floor once again.
"I wish you would just learn. I don't like doing this to you, but I can't just have you gallivanting around with guys like a common whore. Don't you see I love you, and I'm looking out for your best interest? Do you want people to call you a slut?" Jacob added as he slid into his recliner and laid back.
"No . . . " Sakura muttered, touching her bruised cheek with her finger tips gently. Jacob turned on the television and began surfing through the channels. He reached over to the end table for a beer, and when he noticed there were no full cans left, he sighed heavily.
"Sakura, get me a beer outta the fridge." Jacob commanded. Sakura meekly rose to her feet and opened the refrigerator to find practically nothing, including beer.
"We don't have anymore." Sakura said quietly, waiting for a response. She heard the squeak of Jacob's chair as he got out of it and shuddered as footsteps moved her way.
"Didn't I tell you to get some at the store today? For the love, Sakura you can't even do that right!" Jacob shouted. Sakura cringed and focused on the tiling on the floor of the kitchen. Frustrated, Jacob reached into his pocket and pulled out some ones, throwing them at Sakura's feet.
"Get out there and get some damn beer. Geeze . . . you'd think that you would remember one simple thing I ask for. It's not like I ask for the fucking world!" Jacob muttered, returning to his chair without laying a hand on Sakura.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Sakura gathered the money into her small hands and made her way past the trash to the door, where she grabbed her coat. She wrapped the garment around her, sighing with frustration as she noticed it no longer fit her body. Pulling it as close to her as she could, Sakura opened the door and started down the stairs toward the outdoors.
The cold wind hit her like a wave as she stepped out of the apartment building and onto the lonely streets of Tomoeda. It was about twenty blocks to the grocery store, and Sakura didn't have a car to drive there. Without change for the bus, she would have to simply walk the entire distance and back. Her thoughts went to her life as she traveled down the dimly lit sidewalk.
'How could I have let things get this way?' Sakura asked herself.
Life hadn't always been so dark for Sakura. She had graduated high school three years prior as an honor student, and was planning on attending college that fall. Her friends all traveled to other cities for classes, leaving Sakura in Tomoeda alone to start her new chapter of life.
It was during this time she met Jacob. Freshman orientation had united them, and for awhile they dated casually. Her father liked him right off the bat, and after a year even Touya had taken a liking to the tall curly haired blonde who was an aspiring architect.
When Fujitaka took a job in the U.S., Sakura couldn't see herself being apart from Jacob, and opted to move in with him instead. Touya and Fujitaka both moved to California, and tried to keep in touch as often as possible. The phone calls started to dwindle after six months, however, and soon Sakura was hearing from them only once or twice every couple of months.
It was actually the night before their second anniversary that Sakura started feeling Jacob's wrath. She had mistakenly dropped some hot noodles on the newly tiled floor, leaving a burn mark from the hot pan in front of the oven. Furious beyond anything, Jacob slapped Sakura in the face as he bellowed about spending money on replacing the burned tiles. After that night Jacob seemed to be a time bomb, exploding for the most simple reasons at times.
Now just a month after their third anniversary, Sakura found herself trapped, unable to escape Jacob's ever watchful glare. If she talked to any other male, Jacob would flip out and beat her for flirting with them. Any small mistake Sakura made was just cause for her to be slapped around; if she tried to fight back, Jacob would simply overpower her and beat her senseless.
Sometimes Sakura would imagine a gallant young man would hear her pleas for freedom and whisk her away to a place where she wouldn't have to hurt any longer. But those days never came, as much as she wished for them.
'If you came for me, I'd go with you.' Sakura thought miserably as the cold wind blasted her in the face once again. She walked through the automatic doors of the convenience store, immediately feeling heat rush over her body.
Sakura rubbed her hands together, trying to get the feeling back into them. She was freezing, and any chance she had to get some heat back into her body was a chance Sakura was willing to take. Walking quickly to the back of the store, Sakura picked a twelve pack of beer out of the cooler and started making her way back to the counter to pay.
More thoughts about her life surrounded Sakura like a shroud, and as she rounded the corner she collided with something soft and started tripping to the ground. The beer crashed to the floor, cans spewing liquid all over the white tiles. Sakura stared down at the floor, noticing she hadn't fallen as well. She looked up and realized she was in the arms of a young man around her age.
Amber met emerald as another realization sank in.
"Syao-Syaoran?!"
*Sorry it's short, but it's just a precursor to something I hope to continue. The plan is for me to update every Sunday, so keep an eye out! Review it, let me know how you like it so far, and I will update accordingly. Next chapter warning: you will not be happy. Sorry, but c'est la vie!*