Sakura is beaten by her father and she doesn't know what to do. He is a drunken father, and he told her that if she tells anyone then her will kill her. What will she do?

Phone Call

"Sakura!? Is that you?" She could tell he knew it was her.

"Naruto, how are you?" She thought she could start off with a question.

"Great, great. How about you?" She felt if she didn't explain, she was going to hurl.

"Naruto." She sounded desperate. "I can trust can't I?" She was practically almost crying.

"Yes, of course you can." She imagined him with a puzzled look on his face looking, 'my-wife-is-pregnant-and-you-expect-me-to-do-what?'

"Naruto I need you to see if you could come over. I need to talk to you privately, not to where your neighbors can hear you or anything." She knew she was taking a big risk with this, but what other choice did she have?

"Sakura are you in trouble or something?" He sounded as if he were going to cry also.

"Naruto." She took a deep breath. "My father beats me, I need to talk to you, I need help." She exhaled all the rest of the air she had.

"Oh Ssakura, how foolisshhh can you get? You are an iignorant little pesst." She could have sworn she went into shock. This was not Naruto's voice.

"BASTARD! What did you do with Naruto?!" She was all tears now, but her voice did not crack.

"Ouch, thaat hurts, hooww coo-uld you sssay that to your own faather?" She hated his voice. She hated how it slurred, she hated how it was higher than it used to be, she hated everything about it. She hated him.

"Don't you dare hurt my friend. He didn't do anything." She wanted to be where Naruto was. She also didn't like the fact that Naruto was near her father, a sick killing bastard.

"Oo… I loove this game!" Her father said overjoyed. "I love beeing the bad guy. Almossst like cops annd robbers." She could hear the smile in his voice and felt the nausea come.

"If you dare do anything to him. I'll-kill-you." She said sharply, hoping that he'd back off. But even she knew that he wouldn't ever do that.

He chuckled into the phone. "Yay! A threat. What role do you play? Do you get to be the pathetic good guy?" She just wanted to scream at him. But she knew that too, wouldn't work at all.

"Go to hell you sick bastard!" She shot out at him beyond pissed. "You need to go crawl in a hole and, if you don't I will kill you myself." She clenched her fists, and trying not to cry.

He laughed some more. "I would looove to see you try thaat, considering that if you attept, you will never make it. It's yourrr fate, evver since your mother died. So why don't you come over and get it over with alllready?" She heard the other line go dead.

She held the phone still to her ear. Knowing what she had to, and was going to do. He was not going to live in the next 24 hours. She was going to make sure of it.

'ALL OF THIS IS MY FAULT! I knew I should have never done that. It was a bad idea.' She thought. Tears started to pour out of her eyes. She put down the phone slowly and carefully, trying not to break it into pieces.

She picked up her head and walk to her bedroom. She hit her head onto it. "Oh my god? What do I do? I can't do this my myself!" She screamed.

Then she got an idea. She threw open her door running over to her drawer and opening it. She looked at the shiny piece of work she held in front of her. This was going to make everything better. She knew there was a good reason why her mother had given it to her.

She would put it to good use.
Oh my gosh.. I am so sorry this is so short. But Now I have a new topic to write about for the story… Can you guess what'll happen next. WARNING: Only a couple chapters left. You might be surprised on what happens next. I have like 20 different things running through my head on what will happen. Next chapter will certainly be up within tomorrow to the next day. R&R please.