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Mew-Mew-Berri: Alright so here is the next chapter. Sorry if it's late but anyway, this is it. Hope you all enjoy. I will have the next chapter up as soon as I get it typed up and everything. But I'm still in the process of moving. Sorry if there are any mistakes. I wanted to get the chapter up for you guys.
Chapter Seven:
Humiliation
My lower back and butt had gone numb and was tingly slightly. I had been sitting in the floor for to long. But I wasn't sure what else I should be doing. Syaoran lazed on the couch above me. I glanced at him a few times but I wasn't sure what to say. He didn't seem to be sure either judging from his silence. He knew everything now.
My mind was still lingering on the memories that Syaoran had brought from the back of my mind. I had locked the memories away, I wondered if the pain would ever go away. Although I wasn't sure if it was physical or mental pain anymore. My father had blurred that line long ago. The doctor had said she was dead on impact. My mind's voice gave a half hearted laugh as I thought that I was now afraid of eighteen wheeler trucks.
Syaoran moved down into the floor to sit beside me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I wasn't ready to look him in the eye. How could I? I felt weak; like I was a disgrace to the world. My own father thought of me as a nothing more than a punching bag. Well perhaps that wasn't totally true, Elizabeth cared about me.
"Sakura?"
I forced myself to look at him. The emotions on his face were shocking. A mix of concern, worry, and something else swirled in his eyes. Slowly he lifted his hand and touched my cheek. His hand was warm; I hadn't realized I was so cold.
"Sakura, I am so sorry."
I pulled away from his touch and gave a harsh laugh. He felt sorry for me! Pity! That was why I was here. As an after thought I figured that was why Elizabeth had stayed by my side. All of it! Everything in my life that had been worth hanging onto was back with nothing but pity! I was a pitiful human being. May be that was why my father had never actually killed me. He too, pitied me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and headed for the door. My hand griped the door knob ready to yank the door open and walk out. Pity. To pity a person, surely you had to feel something else to back that feeling. No one pities with out cause, right? Was that how it worked? I jumped when I turned around and found Syaoran's face a foot away from mine.
I fell back against the door and slid back to the floor. I buried my face in my knees and tears fell from my eyes. I had never felt so lost. What was it that I was supposed to be doing? Syaoran sat down on his knees in front of me. Gently he lifted my head from hiding and made me look him in the eye again. My vision was blurred from the tears but I didn't look away.
"Sakura, I'm sorry you have had to go through all this. I don't like to see you so hurt. Everything will be okay; somehow, I will make sure of it. I lo-"
The beating on the door cut off his words and made us both jump. We stood and he pulled me to him in a protective way. Who ever was on the other side of the door seemed to want in really bad. As if a light bulb had gone off above his head he pushed me into a closet and pushed the door shut. I stood in the darkness and listened.
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I yanked open the door and came face to face with two male cops. I had been ready to yell at who ever had been at the door but I wasn't so sure I could do that anymore. Swallowing hard I waited for one of them to say something.
"Hello there son. We would like to ask a few questions. Is your mother or father home?" the cop on the left was the one who spoke. He was slightly shorter than the other and to me seemed like he was the reason why people thought cops ate too many donuts. The one of the right was leaner wore a mustache that looked like something out of the 80's.
"No one is here but me." I tried to look innocent but I wasn't sure if I was pulling it off very well.
"Oh, well if it is alright with you we would still like to ask a few questions?" the taller cop spoke this time. I shrugged. I hoped that I could get rid of these guys soon. They watched me for a few seconds then glanced at each other when it became apparent that I wasn't going to let them.
"Well son, we want to know if you are familiar with the family who live next door to you. There is a girl about your age, her name is Sakura." The shorter cop pulled out a picture and handed it to me. Sakura smiled into the camera but her eyes were lifeless. It was older taken about three years ago. I stared at the picture. Sakura was still the same size. I sighed and handed the picture back to them
"Yea, I know who she is. She goes to my school."
"She has been missing for about twenty for hours now. Her dad said that she came home last night and then she left. He wasn't sure why, but he is really worried about her."
I had to hold back a laugh. I bet he was worried about her. The precious little flower he was trying to sell. It took everything in me not to say anything to them. I wasn't sure if Sakura would be to happy if I did. And I was pretty sure that she was listening in on this conversation.
"Do you have any information that would lead us to where she might be?"
"No. I don't actually talk to her that much. She is not part of my group of friends." I gave them a solemn look "I'm sorry, I can't help you."
The cops sighed and looked at each other again. The taller one turned away and walked a few paces away from the door. The shorter one looked at me and shook his head.
"We understand. If you happen to see her or think of something that would help us find her, call the police station." He nodded a goodbye and then turned to leave. I pushed the door shut and sighed before looking at the door that Sakura was standing behind.
"You can come out now." I spoke loud enough for my. voice to be heard and then slowly the door opened. Sakura poked her head out and gave a nervous glance around the room.
I smiled at her and felt my body tingle when she returned it. She walked over to me and gave me a tight hug.
"Syaoran. Thank you so much! You really have done a lot for me." I hugged her back and then she pulled away. Her face fell now and she sighed looked at the ground. "But I can't stay here. Your mom will come home and I don't think she will want to have someone around while the police are looking for them. Besides I would never be able to go outside again. I don't want to be trapped in here. I have to go back to my father."
I knew she was right, but it bothered me. What would happen if the next time she couldn't get away? I didn't want that to happen to her. She deserved better than this. But what could I do? I was still lost in my own thoughts when she stepped away from me.
"Syaoran, truly, thank you so much." She gave me a smile and then opened the front door. I watched as she pulled it shut behind her. Blindly I stumbled to the couch and lay across it. Sakura had gone back and now I didn't know if the next time we would be so lucky.
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I gave one last look to the door I had just come through and then went to mine. I already had a plan. Now all I needed to do was make sure that it would work. I could simply sneak into my apartment and go for my room. Wait and then when the cops showed back up to report to my father I would come out of my room and act as if I didn't know what they were talking about. It was a long shot but I hoped it would work. Other wise I was screwed.
Nervously I pushed open my front door. When I peaked inside I was grateful to find the place empty. I opened the door just wide enough for me to slip though and then headed for my room. I locked the door behind me and sat down on my all too familiar bed.
At some point I found myself asleep. The colors were gone now. My darkness had returned. Short lived as it may have been, I knew that I missed it. I was alone again. Despite all this I tried not to let it bother me. The gods had never wanted me to be happy before; why should I think that it would be any different now? I wandered around in my darkness with no real purpose.
Strange voices woke me from my darkness. It took me a second to realize that I was in my room. I listened to what the voices were saying; there was something about me for the said my name several time. Sleep was still thick in my mind as a stumbled to my door and unlocked it. I walked into the living room and wasn't sure why everyone seemed to be looking at me like they had seen a ghost. Seconds passes by and no one spoke. The initial shock faded leaving confusion to take its place.
"What? You all look like you have seen a ghost…" I let my voice trail off a bit waiting for someone to say something. Several minutes passed by and looks were exchanged between the two male cops that stood near the door. My father continued to stare at me like he had seen a ghost. I wasn't sure what was going on in his head. Then again I never have been able to figure out what he was thinking about. One of the cops took a step forward, though unsure as he was.
"Sakura?"
"Uh… yea? That would be me? What's going on?" I kept my facial expression controlled. It had dawned on me now that my plan had gone according to my plan. I fought the urge to smile. I waited for the cop to speak again. He was tall and well built but still seemed to be young. Fresh out of college or something. I pushed the thoughts from my mind when a voice spoke again.
"Sakura? Where have you been?" This time it was my father. I looked at him and tried not to glare and in stead kept the confused look.
"In my room?" I pointed with my thumb in the general direction of the bedroom. The cop that had spoken before looked back at his companion. I could read the thoughts that seemed to pass between them. They had already caught onto what was going on. A drunken man had declared his daughter missing when she had been in her room the entire time. The cop cleared his throat bring my father's and mine's attention back to him.
"Well it would seem that she was never missing in the first place. Next time Sir please, make sure you are one hundred percent sure that your daughter is missing before you call again. There is nothing more we can do here. You all have a good day." With that they turned and left the apartment. I saw the shorter one shake his head in disbelief before the door shut them out of view.
"Missing?" I gave a confused look to the man sitting on the couch. My plan had worked! He didn't say anything and instead stood from the couch and went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle off the top of the fridge. It became apparent that he wasn't going to answer so I returned to my room and locked the door behind me. I wasn't going to take any chances. There was no telling how long it would take before he was drunk enough to come looking for me. The cops were fooled but I wasn't so sure he had been. Plus being humiliated in front of the cops would surely grant me a visit from him in the night.
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