A/N: I am a horrible person. A cliff hanger for almost three years? Dear god that will be remedied right now. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry. *cries*

Slowly, I opened my eyes and adjusted my blurry vision to the unfamiliar sight that lay before me. Where was I? I tried to scratch my head in contemplation, but my hands wouldn't see to move. The rough scratching of rope bit into my wrists as I tried to pull them apart and I bit my lip not so much because of the pain, but from the frustration of being tied up. I was tied to an old wooden chair in what seemed like an apartment. It wasn't a very nice apartment from the smell of the musty old furniture and the beaten down rug.

I shuddered, remembering who that voice belonged to from earlier. My father's. The sudden realization made me sick to my stomach, and yet another failed attempt to undo the ropes cutting off the circulation to my hands passed by.

"It's no use struggling," the cold sadistic voice hummed over my disgruntled cries.

I squeezed my eyes tight and attempted to yank the rope apart with all my might, but only to feel a warm liquid begin to ooze from where the ropes bit mercilessly into my skin. Tears were already forming in my eyes and I couldn't fight it anymore. I was doomed.

The clicking of the buttons on my cellphone caught my attention and I meekly looked in the direction of the man I was almost a spitting image of, minus the whole feminine physique part. He was scrolling through the contacts, looking for anyone that struck his interest. He paused and grimaced, staring at the phone in his hands like it had just shocked him.

"Sasuke, hm? Who is this 'Sasuke 3' in your phone? Must be important to have a heart by his name," he hissed, looking at me in mock confusion, even if wasn't plain obvious on his face that he already knew Sasuke was my boyfriend. He pointed the phone in my direction, snapped a picture of my helplessness, and with a chuckle sent the picture, most likely to Sasuke.

"D-don't…leave him…out of this," I choked out through my tears. I didn't want Sasuke to get involved with this mess. It was my mess to work out, and mine alone.

"Shut up," he spat, giving my face a nice punch. I could feel a trickle of blood from my nose. "You will do as I say got it? I'm your father dammit. Whatever I want, I get. No questions asked." Every word was laced with pure, unadulterated hate and malice. "You want some new scars kid? I can give you some to match those pretty little whiskers you're sporting."

I just closed my eyes and let the tears pour down my face.

Sasuke POV

Where was he? He wasn't answering his phone even though called him about ten times. Sakura and Hinata were waiting at the food court for like half an hour now. Not that I don't mind Hinata's company, but Sakura can really talk your ear off.

Suddenly my phone went off, signaling a text from Naruto. I sighed.

"Finally!" Sakura breathed out a sigh of irritation. "I thought maybe she fell in the bathroom or something!"

"Sakura, that's not nice. She's never been to this mall before so she must have gotten lost," Hinata scolded in her soft voice.

My jaw dropped, as well as my phone. I couldn't believe what was on my screen. Naruto, tied up and bruised, tears down his face and a look of utter desperation. What do I do? What do I do? OmygodwhatdoIdo? I was looking left and right, trying to clear my head and see if I could find any clues to his whereabouts but that was stupid because there was no way there would be any clues in the food court.

Sensing my obvious distress, Hinata picked up my phone from the ground and gasped, covering her mouth and beginning to shake as he handed the phone over to Sakura.

"OH MY GOD!" She shrieked, gaining the attention of the bystanders around us.

My mind was an utter blank. How could I have let this happen? Who would kidnap Naruto? When did they even have a chance? What? I didn't even know. My heart was pounding and all I could see was red I was angry. No, I was raging. I was going to kill whoever did this my Naruto. MY NARUTO.

I snatched the phone from the girls as they too were freaking out. Quickly I dialed 911 and relayed the details to the operator. They could track him by the signal on their phone. I was going to follow them if they wanted me to or not.

Bloop! Another text message. I poked the view message button and it revealed an address.

Read my mind, kidnapper.

Naruto POV

There were no more tears to be shed. I was dry. Bruised and bloody, cut up from head to toe. My shirt was in shreds, revealing my bare, scarred chest. I was numb from the pain. I didn't even want to scream anymore. More like, I couldn't. My throat was too hoarse from my failed attempts at calling for help.

My father had left the room, leaving me alone and nauseous. I know it's bad to feel like I was getting used to this, but I couldn't help myself. I felt like this was all I had known my entire life. I just wanted it all to end at this point.

Banging on the door caused my attention to shift. Suddenly the door came down, and a very VERY angry looking boy with pale skin and beautiful black hair burst through, eyes locked on the other room looking for a fight.

My father strolled out of the kitchen, wiping off a sharp kitchen knife with a hand towel. He smiled when he saw the intruder.

"My, my. You must be Sasuke. My son's pansy ass boyfriend. Or is my son the pansy? I don't even know anymore. Hehe," he pointed the knife in the direction of my boyfriend, who looked slightly taken aback by what he said.

"Son? You mean? But…" He looked from me to my blonde-hair-blue-eyed father and put two and two together, but spared the raging he seemed to have prepared, and dove right at the man with the knife, placing a jaw-crunching punch to his face.

"Damn you," my father spat, blood mixed with saliva hitting Sasuke in the face.

He wiped it off, obviously not caring and climbed on top of the man and gave him another punch to the face. My father caught the third punch, and delivered a nice knife to the side. I cringed; that must have hurt from what I could see through my swollen, puffy eyes.

"I hope you die you worthless excuse for a parent," Sasuke shrieked, ignoring the blade in his side and delivering yet another punch at the man below him.

Sirens could be heard outside and the sound of cops stomping through the hallway was loud enough to catch my attention. We were saved.

I sighed in relief as they burst through the already battered down door. Through my half-closed eyes I could see them apprehending my father and helping Sasuke to his feet. Then the world went black.

A/N: Um…a pretty violent chapter, but I'll get back to the fluff soon I promise.