Well hey there everyone! Let me just say WOW! I was amazed by the response of the readers! O.o I just hope I can live up to it now!
Ok, well here's the chapter!
Addicted to You
Chapter 2
Confessions
Once Sakura had calmed the sobbing Tomoyo down she set herself on making her tea. All was going well, until…
"Sakura, whose glasses are these?" Tomoyo came into the kitchen with the spectacles in her hand and a confused expression painted across her lovely, tear-streaked features. "I found them on the table."
"My dad's." Sakura said quickly, "He must've left them out. I'll put them upstairs in his room." She took the glasses out of her friend's hand, silently vowing to kill Syaoran while doing so. Once she was safely up the stairs, she darted into her own bedroom and put them in her sock drawer.
Then, she picked up the cell phone that was sitting on her nightstand and dialled a number she seemed to call all too often. Waiting for someone to answer, she began to tap her foot in her impatience.
"What can I do ya for?" An annoyingly smug Li Syaoran answered the phone. Sakura growled deep in her throat.
"You left your glasses here!" She hissed, imagining choking the life out of him right then and there. She heard the chuckle from the other end a little too loudly.
"Yeah and I left my bag outside your place as well." He sounded positively amused with the situation, while Sakura was panicking.
"What if someone sees it?" She hissed at him, "We'll be found out!"
"And I quote; 'So?'" He seemed all too smug.
"Wait until I get my hands on you-"
"Oh, but I can't wait."
"I'll rip you to shreds-" She kept going, ignoring him.
"No you wouldn't. Who would you run to then?"
"You are so dead." Sakura said dangerously. Syaoran chuckled.
"Not yet, dearie."
"I'll bring your things over when Tomoyo leaves." Sakura said finally, "Then I'll kill you." And she promptly hung up.
To cover up for her long, unexplained absence, Sakura flushed the toilet and washed her hands, drying them against her skirt for effect. Going back downstairs, she called out to Tomoyo.
"Sorry I took so long." She walked into the living room to find her friend sobbing again. Sakura felt something tug at her heart whenever she saw her friend cry. Her heart broke for her.
"Tomo, what happened?" She asked quietly, cradling her in her arms like a small child.
Across Town…Syaoran knew he was pushing his luck with Sakura. Not that he actually gave a damn about her; he just didn't want anyone to find out what was going on between them. It would be the ultimate blackmail if his cousin ever got hold of that little piece of information.
The sex was good – he had to admit that much. But Sakura only ever came to him when she was angry or distressed, making it that much more disgusting. It was like he was a drug that she used, to try to forget. She used him to try to reach oblivion.
He knew she was using him, even if she didn't herself. And he'd let her. He'd given her his body to take anytime she wanted; to forget. To lose herself in her angry or distressed passion. And he was the tool she used it on. He knew that. And he hated himself for it. But he was a slave. Her slave.
Just as he had been for her, she had been his first. He still remembered it. Rushed and quick, it was. But Sakura was angry. And that was how it all started. It had escalated from there.
Every time, after they had finished having sex and were getting dressed, she cried. At first, Syaoran had stayed by her side, trying to comfort her. But, after about two or three rounds, he had stopped. She was crying in self-loathing and disgust. So, Syaoran eventually begun thinking, let her cry. She had created the mess. She had to lie in the grave she had dug. Let her cry. One day she'd realise that it wasn't gonna help her.
Syaoran looked over at the punching bag that he had set up in the spare bedroom. Screwing up his fist, he began to assault it with the tension he had worked up earlier at Sakura's place. He hated being weak. But that was what Sakura did to him. She made him mentally weak. She was in total control of their affair. When she said meet her there, he did.
"Pathetic." Syaoran growled to himself. "Fucking weak." He continued to assault the bag. "One two-letter word. 'No'. N-O. How hard is it to say?" He demanded of himself, still punching the bag.
Sakura's House…"… and he-he said that he wa-was dum-dumping me!" Tomoyo wailed, burying her face into Sakura's chest, sobbing. Sakura sighed, drawing small circles on Tomoyo's back to calm her.
"It'll be ok, Tomo…" She whispered, cradling her again, "It'll all be ok. I promise."
"How?" Tomoyo wailed, "How will it be ok?"
"Well, that Eriol guy seems to like you." Sakura said chirpily, "I saw him staring at you yesterday." Tomoyo immediately perked up and dried her tears. Sakura knew what was coming. The rebound.
"Great! Now I have to get him." Her eyes sparked dangerously. "Thanks for that, Sakura. A meaningless fling is just what I need right now." Sakura fought the urge to say otherwise. It would look too suspicious. But she couldn't help herself.
"I'm not so sure about that." She gushed, "I mean, flings are all well and good if you're in the right state of mind, but sometimes they escalate outta hand and you never know what will happen. It might end up becoming a habit. Or even an addiction." Like it was with Syaoran, Sakura thought bitterly.
"Sakura, you've never had one." Tomoyo arched an eyebrow, "How would you know?"
"Oh, I watch a lot of Oprah and Dr Phil." Sakura shrugged, standing up. Tomoyo fixed her with a piercing gaze that indicated that she didn't believe her.
"Sakura, you've had a fling?" Tomoyo asked incredulously. Never, in all her life had she imagined sweet, little, innocent Sakura having an affair.
"No!" Sakura's cheeks flared up, "I am doing nothing of the sort! I'm still a virgin! And I would never – oh God, Tomoyo I need help!" Sakura sobbed, sitting back down, "I don't know how it happened!"
"With who?" It was Tomoyo's turn to be comforting. She pulled Sakura towards her and hugged her fiercely.
"Li Syaoran!" Sakura wailed. Tomoyo froze and pulled away from Sakura. A mingled look of shock, confusion and disgust was written all over her face.
"The nerd?" Tomoyo demanded. Sakura spluttered and nodded vigorously. Tomoyo pulled her towards her again in a big hug. "Oh my God. Sakura, I'm so sorry it had to come to this! The sex must have been awful! How on earth did this happen?" Sakura took in a deep, shuddering breath.
"Actually, it isn't that bad." Sakura laughed harshly, "But you know how I was so upset at Isamu for cheating on me? Well, I was running home from his apartment. You know they live in the same complex, right?" Tomoyo nodded, "Well, the lift was broken that day, and…"
Flashback…Sakura was running down the stairs with tears streaming down her eyes. She didn't even notice where she was going and so she collided with a man, but he caught her around the waist before she hit the ground. Sakura was ready to apologise, when she looked up, but could only stare in anger and shock.
"Li?" She gasped. Syaoran seemed equally surprised to find her in his arms. What the hell was going on here? He looked… different. It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower not long ago, since his hair was un-gelled and he wasn't wearing his glasses. He was also wearing a black muscle shirt and jeans – not his usual attire. He looked hot.
"What's wrong, Kinomoto?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her tear-streaked face. Sakura didn't know what had come over her. The next thing she knew, they were kissing feverishly and were inside his bedroom, undressing each other.
Syaoran picked her up bridal style and laid her on the bed. Her hands fumbled with his zipper while he was planting butterfly kisses along her neck. Both of their minds screamed out at them to stop, but Syaoran was just particularly hormonal that day, and Sakura was way too angry to care. So they kept going.
When Sakura had gotten his pants off, they knew they were at the point of no return. Syaoran was fondling her breasts while he was teasing him with her hands. Syaoran took off Sakura's skirt and panties, while Sakura took off his boxers.
"Protection?" Sakura asked, muffled by Syaoran's kiss. He reached into a drawer and took out a wrapper and handed it to Sakura. She blushed, but opened it and put it on him like it was nothing. What she didn't realise was that she would be doing it often from then on.
Sakura whimpered as he began marking her with a hickey while he spread her legs a little further. Then, all in an instant, he pushed into her, shattering both of their innocence.
End Flashback…"And that's how it all started." Sakura took a long, deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Tomoyo was staring at her in shock.
"Oh Sakura…" Tomoyo cradled Sakura when she finished her story, "Oh, Sakura it's ok. I'll help you get through this." Sakura hugged her friend tightly. She was taking this much better than could be hoped for.
"I just don't know what to do…" Sakura mumbled.
"Well, the first thing is to break it off." Tomoyo said strictly, "Then the healing process can begin."
"But I…" Sakura gulped, "I don't think I can."
"Nonsense." Tomoyo snapped, "You are going to go to his apartment tomorrow morning and break it off. First thing, ok? I'd come with you but I have to go home early. But I trust you to do it."
"Ok… I will." Sakura smiled weakly against Tomoyo's chest as she hugged her.
But Sakura knew she was lying. There was no way that she would be able to do this. She was an addict. And Syaoran was her drug of choice.
No! Sakura told herself, she would not take that road! She was going to end this, once and for all!
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