Title: Trapped
Summary: Sakura has been in an abusive relationship with Neji for 4 months now. She can't find it in herself to get the courage to break away from him. She loves him, she doesn't want to leave, or be left. Sasuke Uchiha transfers to their school in the middle of the year. Sasuke may be an asshole, but he knows the proper way to treat a lady, and he takes an immediate disliking to Neji due to his own abusive family history.
Rated M for physical and sexual abuse, future sexual content, language, and the over all mature nature of the story.
Chapter Five
One of Sasuke's favorite things about the weekend would definitely have to be sleeping in. He gripped the top of his giant comforter, which was sliding down his chest, and pulled it up and over half of his head, rolling over. As he tried to go back to sleep, he couldn't help but notice the delicious smell that was coming in through his cracked open door.
He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers, trying to wake himself up a bit.
He stood, not bothering to get dressed and exited the room in his dark gray boxers.
As he descended the stairs he stopped short, taken aback by the site down below.
The very girl that had been plaguing his thoughts for the past few days was currently standing in front of his stove, pushing bacon around on a pan as it sizzled and popped.
For a few seconds he felt unsure, after he fell asleep last night he had decided to stay away from them both and try to mind his own business. However this chance seemed to be something too good to pass up. Changing his mind once again, he put on a smug expression as he continued his descent down the stairs and took a seat to the right of his mom.
Despite their close proximity Sakura was still unaware of his presence. That is, until she turned around to place the third plate she had been preparing.
Now that she knew who is was for, she stood frozen in front of them both, her eyes locked with Sasuke's as she seemed to be fighting some sort of mental battle.
Seeming to have made her decision, she placed the plate in front of him cautiously before making her way to sit in front of him.
She could feel his eyes watching her, scanning over her like he was searching for something. And she knew exactly what he was searching for.
Upon her arrival Sakura had attempted to make friendly conversation with Mikoto.
'I came here because of my husband. Well, more like to get away from him.'
Sakura replayed the words in her head as she observed the way the women's hand had went to her cheek out of habit.
Sakura knew what that meant.
She also knew that it explained Sasuke's strange questions when they had first came in contact with each other outside of school.
'I need this job, otherwise Neji will be angry with me.' She thought, knitting her brows together as she took a small bite out of some toast.
'But I have to protect him too.'
She continued to eat, doing her best to not make eye contact with the Uchiha boy across from her, even though he was doing the exact opposite. His lack of clothing didn't help make it any less awkward either.
The first week went by surprisingly fast. Sakura would wake up early, make breakfast, take a short break before coming back to prepare lunch and clean up the house a bit. All the while Sasuke still refused to wear a shirt in the morning. She figured he was doing it to spite her. Sasuke's mom still wanted to cook dinner so she gave Sakura the rest of the day off after that.
The second week, however, would have to be when it all started going downhill in Sakura's opinion.
She placed the last piece of toast onto Sasuke's plate after buttering it, and placed it in front of him.
Suddenly, he reached out before the plate hit the table and brushed the side of her hand, making her flinch at the contact.
She quickly made sure the plate was in place before snatching her hand away and sending him a glare.
"Thanks. Just the way I like it." He said cheekily, not breaking eye contact with her, daring her to reply. Wanting her to reply. He wanted her to say something at least. Yell at him. Anything.
Anything was better than the silence he had been enduring from her at home and school.
Instead her glare faltered before her expression grew hard and she walked over to her seat and began to eat.
The only one oblivious to the obvious tension was Sasuke's mother, who seemed to be ecstatic over her son's small 'polite' gesture.
"Oh I've got to head out and get groceries!" She stood abruptly, making Sasuke give her a freaked out expression while Sakura's features were pleading for her to stay.
The overjoyed women grabbed her purse and slammed the door behind her, leaving Sasuke and Sakura alone for the first time.
"So did you ever find out who stole your money?" He asked as soon as he got the chance to speak freely.
"How do you know about that?" She asked, sounding slightly suspicious.
"Thin walls." He answered, sipping on his orange juice as he kept his eyes on her for a reaction.
She eyed him for a moment before going a bit pink in the cheeks.
"Oh." She mumbled, before becoming interested in a few crumbs that were left on her plate.
"No." She said, finally answering his question.
She stood, grabbing Mikoto's plate and stacking it on top of hers before reaching for Sasuke's.
"I'd like seconds." He says, smirking.
Sakura glanced at his big empty plate before giving him a short look over.
"Where does it all go?" She questioned, more to herself than to him. 'Arrogant little-'
"I can show you." He said before sending her a wink and propping his feet in top of the table.
Sakura turned her back on the sink and gave him a deathglare. "That's disgusting. I feel bad for girls who've already had that displeasure." She said smartly before folding her arms across her chest.
"And I feel bad for girls who haven't."
Sakura snorted and turned back towards the sink. 'Just ignore him. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.'
A muscular arm found it's way around her belly and she took in a quick breathe of air. She stood there for a few seconds, frozen on the spot.
"I just don't think he's nice to you. You deserve better than him." He whispered in her ear.
She spun in his arms and pushed him hard. He hit the table rather violently before grabbing Sakura's hand and forcefully pulling up her sleeve before she could protest.
He could see small bruises scattered about, some darker than others. They were gone from his sight faster than they had come as she pulled her sleeve back down hastily and started tearing up.
"Stop fucking touching me Sasuke Uchiha."
He said nothing.
"And mind your own business." She went on, her voice shaking a little more with every word.
"I-I-" She burst into tears. Sasuke didn't look sympathetic, he didn't even look cocky anymore.
He looked angry.
He took a slow, cautious step forward and pulled her into a gentle embrace.
"No guy should ever lay a hand on a women. You have to fight back. You can't let him win Sakura." He said angrily.
He soothed her for a few more minutes before she lightly pushed him away and turned back around to do dishes.
He returned to the table and propped his feet up again. He expected the silence that followed to be an awkward one, and it sort of was, but there was also a calmness he felt. Sort of comfortable, but not really giving the situation.
"Seriously though," Sasuke started once Sakura was finished with the dishes and was now wiping the counter down.
"Any girl would be lucky to have me." He finished cockily. Sakura kept her back turned, glad that he couldn't see the tears that were still streaming down her face and the small sad smile his conceited words had brought upon her.
"Sasuke!" Came the stern voice of his mother.
Sakura frantically wiped away her tears and turned to smile at Sasuke's mother.
"Get your feet off the table." She ordered at last before setting a few bags of groceries onto the table.
"Sakura could you help me put these away-" she began to ask, but just then Sakura's phone rang.
She glanced at the number, more than ready to forward the call. However, after she saw who it was she stood still, unsure of what to do as her body began to fill with panic.
She couldn't talk to him while she was here. She was too nervous. She hadn't told him about what she was doing as a job, and he hadn't asked. Yet.
"Leave." She looked up at Sasuke.
His expression was hard, making it clear that his decision was final.
She knew he knew.
She sent him an apologetic look. He tried to keep the sympathy out of his expression but it was hard.
He wanted to take that phone out of her hand and answer it himself so bad. But that would only make things worse for her.
He had to figure out what he was going to do before acting irrationally.
Sakura grabbed her beige purse before walking briskly to the door.
"Sasuke..what was that all about?" His mother asked, sounding a bit concerned.
He looked over at her, wondering if it was the best idea to tell her. He knew better than anyone that his mom would understand the situation and be able to help. He just didn't know if Sakura was ready for it yet. She clearly wasn't ready to leave him. That's what was making this so hard to do. No matter what course of action he was going to take Sakura was the one who had the last say so.
She could leave or she could stay.
Sasuke was sure that as of now she would choose Neji over this job.
He had to talk to her about it. That was his only option as of now. Talking. He would try tomorrow.
"It was nothing Mom." He answered, trying to sound reassuring.
She still looked suspicious.
He helped his mom put away the groceries in silence, which was strange for the both of them, before heading upstairs to bed.
Before laying down to sleep, Sasuke couldn't help himself. Once again, he pressed his ear against the wall, listening for Sakura's voice.
"Yeah I just got off." She was saying. She sounded happy.
"Oh, well..I work as a…cashier. Yeah it's at some new store in town." Now she sounded nervous.
"I'd like that. I love you too, goodnight."
Sasuke backed away from the wall, feeling frustrated.
Suddenly, he had an idea. Running down the stairs he spotted his mom and ran up to her.
"What? What is it?" She asked as a yawn escaped her.
"Don't we have a phone book?" He asked.
"Yes?" She answered, once again filled with suspicion.
"I need it." He said, as he continued to look at his mother expectantly.
"Always needing something." She said, yawning again before pointing him in the general direction.
"Thanks." He said, before running over to it and flipping through the pages. As his mother went upstairs to bed he searched for her name. Hoping with everything he had that she would be in it.
When he finally found it he reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed the number.
He placed his thumb on the call button and paused.
How would this go? Would she just hang up on him? He had never called a girl before. They had always been the one's who called him. Is this how they felt?
He forced himself to press down the button before holding the phone to his ear.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
He was starting to lose hope.
The fourth ring came and he prepared himself to hang up, but a soft voice finally answered.
"Hello?" She sounded confused. She was obviously not used to being called on her house phone.
"It's Sasuke." He said, feeling a bit awkward and wondering if he should have even bothered with introducing himself.
There was silence for a few seconds before she spoke again.
"What do you want?" She asked, cautiously.
"Why do you stay with him?" He asked, not know what else to say.
There was another pause.
"Because I love him."
He let the words sink in. 'Because she loves him.' He repeated them in his head over and over again. But he just couldn't seem to understand. He obviously doesn't love her if he's beating up on her all the time. Why can't she see? It doesn't matter how nice he can be.
He decided to say as much as he could as fast as he could.
"Well he doesn't love you like you love him if he's hitting you all the time. Why can't you get away from him? What are you so afraid of?-"
He got as far as that question before he heard her hang up.
He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh.
He knew she was going to hang up. But at least he tried hadn't he? He was starting to think this was a lost cause. But something was eating away at him every time she was around.
Something made him want to help her.
And another thing that was eating away at him was that he just had no idea how. Maybe he should try a different approach next time? Maybe next time he should approach things from the other side.
Maybe he should have a talk with Neji instead.
AN: Welp, here it is! I tried to make it a bit longer this time since someone mentioned it was too short (; Thank you so much everyone who's reviewing! Don't stop!