Please Daddy, I've Been A Good Girl Chapter 2: I've Been A Good Girl, Right Mr Hatake?, a naruto fanfic

Please Daddy, I've Been a Good Girl

"No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life"- Simple Plan, "Welcome To My Life"

…

She prayed for this day to come, for the day she would live without fear. They day where no one would tell her she isn't good enough, she isn't smart enough, she isn't pretty enough. She isn't this or that. And for Yuuki, that day was today.

Sakura closed her journal, tears threatening to fall free from her lids. Writing was her escape. Her escape from this horrible life she has been burdened with. Sometimes Sakura wondered, did she deserve this? Was she the only one who could handle it? Was she chosen?

Or simply?

Has she really not been a good girl?

Yes, that last one, to Sakura, sounded perfectly correct.

…

...

I'VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL

MR.

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MONDAY

Seven periods. Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. Wednesday is three, and Thursday is four. Seven hours everyday except Wednesday. That was Sakura's school life.

First period:Language Arts

Second period:Free

Third period:Spanish

Fourth period:Math

Fifth period:History

Lunch

Sixth period:Chemistry

Seventh period:Health

Sometimes it wasn't so bad. Come to school, attend first, sleep in second and glide through the rest...except health.

Whenever most people think about their health class, they it's about learning drug information (it's do's and don't's) alcohol side effects, sex ed. But to Sakura it was her hell.

Why?

Because for some reason, they have to teach about ABUSE. And it seems that maybe, just maybe her teacher might suspect something. I mean after all, some teachers have that "sense" where they can tell if someone is being physically beaten, or hurting themselves.

And it drives Sakura up the damn wall.

She didn't need a teacher getting into her life. She was perfectly fine covering up her dad's mistakes and cleaning up his messes.

…

Another funny thing about school, Sasuke somehow magically has the same exact schedule as Sakura. And he is the only one who suspects somethings up,(besides Sakura's paranoid delusions about her health teacher) and actually confronts her about it. Sasuke does have a knack for sticking his nose into things that don't really concern him, at least with Sakura he does.

Come to think about it, Sasuke is almost all that Sakura really has. Her dad has taken everything away from her.

No sleep overs.

No friends allowed over.

No going to friends.

No mall time.

No after school social activities.

No dating.

No kissing.

No NOTHING!

Why was he like this?

…

"Sakura?"

Sakura looked up from her desk. Her teacher didn't look happy. 'Great, another "drifting off episode" in math. Way to go Sakura.'

She softly speaks.

"Sorry."

The teacher huffs.

"Very well. You know Sakura, maybe if you didn't day dream so much in class, you could have an A like the others." He speaks and walks away. The students around her snicker and giggle. Another public humiliation. Great.

Bell rings, time for history. Fantastic.

Sakura stands and reaches to grab her books and put them away...only she didn't even take her books out to begin with. She sighs and her shoulders sag.

"Sakura?"

'Great. What did I do now? To much sighs?' She lifts her head to address her speaker.

"Yes?"

"Could you stay after class for a few minutes. I'll write you a note for your next class."

'Do I have a choice in the matter? God, just say "Sakura, sit your ass back down in that chair and wait here so we can talk." At least you don't have to pretend something your not.'

Sakura nods her head.

The teacher clears his voice, but not to clear his throat.

"Ahem." Sakura looks at her teacher again, only to notice his eyes were staring behind her. Sakura follows his gaze. And there is Sasuke, waiting for her.

"Go on Sasuke. I'll be there soon." Seeing as there's no way to object, Sasuke nods and walks away, right after shutting the door.

Sakura turns around to face her teacher and sits in her desk. Her teacher approaches.

"Sakura, I've been going over your last few tests. You failed them all. They're all unit tests Sakura. They weigh 100 points apiece." To emphasize his point, in his hand, were her last four unit tests. All had a big, fat, red "F" on the top.

Sakura shrugs.

"I just don't get math." She lies.

"Well, what about all the day dreaming in my class room? Stop doing that and pay attention. You might find you can learn something."

Sakura shrugs again.

"Sure." Her teacher slams the papers in front of Sakura's face, flat on her desk.

"That's it Sakura! I will not tolerat-," Her teacher stops. His notices that...

Sakura

had

just

jumped.

Not a major jump, but she jumped like she was about...to be hit?

Upon realizing what just happened, Sakura jumped out of her seat with her backpack on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I promise I'll try harder. I swear. I'll be better. I'll be good. I'm sorry!" Her teacher's eye widens a notch. He tries, slowly, to take a step towards her. His hands raised a little in the air. Showing he means no harm.

"No Sakura. I didn't- I didn't mean anything like that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hu-," He's gotten to close. Sakura retreats to the wall. There's no where else to back into. Her teacher stands, looking, waiting, waiting for anything. For some sign to show him...that she isn't a victim of abuse.

He waits.

And waits.

Tears running down her face, arms circled around her knees, crouched on the floor in the corner, she manages to speak.

"I'll be a good girl. I've been a good girl."

Her teacher is sitting in the desk that is closest to her, which is five feet away. He can hear her. Sakura looks up, straight into his eyes.

"I've been a good girl. I've been a good girl," she stops for a moment. "I've been a good girl right Mr. Hatake?"

Mr. Hatake raises his hand to his mouth, covering it. He needs to say something, anything. So he says,

"Yes Sakura. You've been a good girl."

Sakura looks down at the floor. Her tears still falling. But this time, she smiles.

'I've been a good girl.'

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~Written:(04-19-09)

~Renaissance