What About Me?
"I haven't forgotten, but you've forgotten me"
They went home.
Sasuke had said to go so they went.
He never turned back one to see if Sakura followed or not as he led the way.
Did he not think of Sarada who would be home from the academy now? Did he not think that she deserved an explanation of what this was?
Was she supposed to accept it all?
Pain tore through her heart once more as she dragged herself after him. Always… always she chased after that straight back for as long as she could remember. Not once had he stopped for her and she knew it deeply but still, she allowed it to hurt her deeply.
'Can't you leave someplace in your life for me?'
Snapping out of her state, she realized they were already at the apartment and he still hadn't explained anything. She rushed to catch up with the family in front of her and suddenly out of the sadness, anger was born. It especially spread in herself as she noted that the little boy in Sasuke's arm looked exactly like he did. That little boy stared at her as if she was the outsider and it burned.
"Hold on!" Sakura said surpassing them to block the doorway from them.
Sasuke stopped and stared at his wife. "What?"
"You have to explain everything to me first!" Sakura insisted.
"They won't be here for too long. They will be moving into a house as soon as I can get them into one." Sasuke explained bluntly.
"Who is she?" Sakura said unleashing her anger.
Sasuke frowned at her outburst. Did she not take into account the people in the apartment complex staring?
"Who the fuck is she?" Sakura repeated with hellfire running in her veins now.
She was not going to allow another woman on her bed, push her daughter aside and take over the life she built for herself!
"You…" Sasuke advanced but felt a tug on his arm.
He glanced to see the woman at his side shake her head slightly. He bit back his frustration and nodded at her in understanding. He gently let the boy down and patted his head to let him know it'll be okay.
She saw red.
That was the best to describe her reaction. Before she could fully digest her feelings, her body reacted first and she attacked. Her hands reached for that composed woman wanting to rip her apart.
How dare they take his affection? How dare that boy be held so preciously by HER husband when her daughter hadn't even gotten that attention from her father!
"Mom," The boy reacted first by placing himself in front with widened eyes
She felt the first hit on her shoulder but her full force fist still went forward. The image she tried to destroy vanished from her red sight and instead she saw her husband's figure. He pushed her backward using his arm to hit her arm from the bottom and as she crossed her arms to protect her chest he shifted and kicked her away from them.
She pushed one leg back to brace herself from being sent flying. He had not held back his strength at all. It hurt more than they mattered that much to him… more than the pain itself.
Did it not matter that he was choosing them over his own family?
'What about Sarada…what about me?'