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Note: At this Sasuke and Sakura are both 13, this is before the chunin exams.
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I'm going to start clearing up some concepts in this chapter, thanks Midnitesilverwolf for pointing out some flaws. I know there is a lot of confusion, but bear with me you guys, all these questions will be answered later in the story (:
P.s. I changed the rating to M just to be safe.
..::Chapter Four::..
Sakura turned around after locking the door. She didn't see her mother, but her father was sitting in front of the t.v., flipping through channels.
"Dinner's in the fridge" he called to her.
Sakura didn't say anything, just opened the fridge, pulling out the Tupperware containers labeled with 11/06/11.
"Not very talkative this evening are we? Where were you this afternoon by the way?" He asked, finally landing on a channel, some soap opera where the husband was yelling at his wife.
"I've been training" she said. "Where's mom?" She was getting worried, his tone was a little off, like rather than just being casual there was an underlying tone of anger or something...
"Your mother's fine" he spat, and she grimaced. Something bad is going to happen... I know it.
"Where's your little friend?" He inquired, the man on the t.v. was now throwing his wife around like she was a rag doll.
"W-who?" she asked, taking her plate out of the microwave and pulling her chopsticks apart.
"The little raven-haired boy" he said. "You know, the one who thought he could kick the shit out of me and get away with it." He stood. Yep, something bad was definitely about to happen.
Sakura started heading towards the door, where was her mother? She couldn't leave her here when her father was like this, she knew her mother wouldn't willingly leave on her own. That's just the way her mother was, she thought she'd be able to make everything better. But Sakura knew it wasn't true, and would always drag her out of harms way.
"Little girl, are you ready for me?" What is he talking about? "I've been waiting all day for you to get home, just so I can show you what a real man is" he grinned. Oh Crap.
"You're boyfriend, did he show you what it was like? 'Cuz darling, he isn't anything compared to me" he stepped closer, she side stepped, heading towards the door. But the thought kept lingering, 'Where was her mother?'
"You're mother is beautiful and all, but after fourteen years the same body get's boring." Closer again, "And after all Sakura, I've been waiting for you." He reached for her, she dodged his arm. "Come to daddy, Sakura!"
Sakura tried to run around him to get upstairs, she had to know if her mother was okay, but he grabbed her hair. "Bad girl! Your going to need a spanking!" he laughed darkly, sadistically.
She hated to admit it, but she had thought this was over. For the last two years, it's been like this, except for the incest, but when Sasuke came, in a way she was relieved. She thought she'd finally have the peace she craved, but as with every vacation, you always had to go back to work.
He pulled her to him, smashing his mouth against hers. She thought she was going to puke. "So would you like it in a bed, or on the floor?" he asked her, crushing her body against his.
"You sick bastard!" she spat, she couldn't believe this was happening. Was she really going to be raped? She was a ninja, she was strong, she wouldn't let this happen! But Sasuke said she was weak...and she couldn't fend her father off last time, so what made this time any different? And now that she was thinking about it, there wasn't alcohol on his breath. He was sober.
"Mmm, you are so good..." he licked her cheek, yep, she was going to vomit later. He had his face on her neck, one arm holding her thin body to his, and his hand fisted in her hair. "I think I'll take you in a bed." With that he pulled her up higher to where her feet were not touching the ground and held her against him as he started walking up the stairs. "Your mother is sedated in our bed, so I guess we'll have to use yours" he said as they headed towards her room. He kicked open the door, and flicked on the light switch. But the light didn't turn on.
"Damn bulbs!" he roared. "I wanna see you while I do this, I guess I'll have to grab some candles from the linen closet, while you wait here like a good little girl." She couldn't say anything because she was dizzy from her face being in his chest: She hadn't been able to breath.
"But to make sure you stay put" he threw her on the bed, and tackled her when she made a weak attempt to get up, "I'll just have to handicap you a bit." With a sadistic grin, he took her ankle and pulled hard. He was a strong person for a business man. Sakura screamed so shrilly her voice cracked. She had never experienced a pain like this before. "And so you won't hobble..." he did the same to her other ankle.
He walked out of the room, leaving her panting on the bed, dreading his return. What could she do now. She lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how her mother would never forgive her, how filthy she was for letting this happen, how she could have stopped this.. Sasuke was right, she was weak, it was her fault.
She started seeing things. She saw her mother's face, looking at her with a disappointed expression. She saw Kakashi's, he seemed like he knew something. She saw her father's, back when he used to love her, not lust her. He would smile and tell her she was a princess. By now she was crying, not just because of the physical pain, but because of the emotional exhaustion as well. She was letting herself be used, all these people would be disappointed in her. Especially her friends. She saw Naruto's face, asking what had happened to her. She saw Sasuke's, his eyes glowing red, looking down at her with pity and disgust. And...empathy? Yes, that was it, Sasuke knew pain. How could she be crying when she hadn't experienced anything near what he has? She was pathetic.
She started to try to get up again, a feeble attempt. Only, Sasuke's face didn't go away. He was still there, now with a bit of shock in his expression. Where was Sakura's father anyways? She didn't hear his foot steps anymore.
How was she going to walk? With her legs like this, she was even weaker. Honestly, she felt like she should just curl up into a ball and die. Actually that sounded pretty nice. Forgetting all ideas of walking, she lay back down, and tried to pull her knees to her chest, but was to pained to do so. She looked out the window, watching the moonlight and shadows dance. Sasuke's face wasn't there anymore, and she was glad. She didn't like that expression, it made her feel dirty. She touched her hand to her lips, there were swollen where her father had been kissing. The tears started rolling down her cheeks once again. She was sick. Both physically and emotionally. She got that puking feeling again, except this time she leaned over the bed and really did puke.
She emptied her stomach and then dry heaved. Even when she didn't feel the need to anymore, she kept on, trying to purge herself of all the dirty things she had done. She was getting dizzy. Oh well.
"Sakura" a male voice, not her father's.
She didn't stop.
"Sakura, stop it. You're only making yourself worse." There was a hand on her shoulder, a touch she didn't recognize. He rolled her over. It was Sasuke. Again.
His eyes were red with sharingon and he looked angry. She just stared at him. "Are you here to finish me off?" Honestly, she had stopped caring. She wasn't her own, simply something for others to use. She was useless, a waste of space and oxygen.
Smack!
He backhanded her! "Snap out of it Sakura!" Now he looked really angry. Her cheek stung. Oh well. Her head rolled to the side. She stared at his stomach, where it was level with the bed and her eyes. She noticed that his blue shirt was still dirty from when they were training earlier that day.
Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and shook, hard. "Sakura, look at me" she didn't. Harder. "Look at me!" he yelled. Finally she moved her head so that she could look into his face. He was so hansom, with his dark hair, pale skin, beautiful eyes. They were usually black, but now they were red.
"Your father and mother are unconscious in their room" his expression softened a little, "Your mother is fine, he may have sedated her but it doesn't look like he hurt her."
That's good.
"Say something Sakura" he stood over the bed staring down at her, his hands still placed on her shoulders.
"I don't care" she said.
He looked momentarily confused.
She explained, "I don't care about the next three days. You can tell them tomorrow, or tonight for that matter."
He closed his eyes and took in a breath, "He'll be locked away, Sakura. You won't get to see him. He'll probably be killed while in prison once the other inmates found out what he was trying to do. You should think about this Sakura. You'd be giving up your father."
"He's not my father." she said. Period. She didn't consider him one any longer. What kind of father does that to his wife and daughter?
Sasuke looked out the window, "I'll inform the Hokage tomorrow morning." He looked back down at her, "What all did he do to you?"
She lay silent.
"I know he kissed you" he said, some of the previous anger returning to his eyes.
"Other than breaking my ankles, that's it." her eyes were dull, dead like.
He sighed, kneeling before the bed, becoming eye level with her, "I heard what he said, but couldn't see what he was doing. I was upstairs in your mother's room, waiting."
She looked at him a little shocked.
"I told you I'd be checking up on you for the next few nights."
That's right. She just assumed he had meant walking her to her house.
"Here" he handed her a piece of cloth, an unused pillowcase out from under her bed. "Put this in your mouth, I'm going to pop your ankle's back into their sockets."
She understood. It was going to hurt, probably worse than getting them dislocated in the first place. So she obediently balled up the pillowcase and placed it in her mouth as he walked to the foot of the bed.
Before grabbing her ankle, he said, "He wasn't drunk, you know." She nodded, and then he grabbled her shin and foot, and jerked upward. She screamed through the cloth. It hurt! She felt the tears rolling down her face.
It sounded like he whispered he was sorry before grabbing her other ankle and resetting it like the other.
Sakura blacked out. She couldn't handle all of the pain and emotional trauma. She guessed she had proven Sasuke right after all. She was weak.
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Sasuke's Point of View
After Sakura had walked inside he had activated Sharingon and climbed up the side of the building and came through her mother's window. There he had found her unconscious rather than sleeping. He waited listening to what had happened downstairs. He didn't like waiting but he knew it was for the best. When her father came up, Sasuke waited for him to enter Sakura's room, where Sasuke planned to jump in. But instead, her father had realized that the lights didn't work. Sasuke had flipped the switch to the breaker box the night before after Sakura had fallen asleep hoping to buy her some time had her father woke up and come after her. Being she was gone all day with him she must not have realized that there was no power in her room.
He heard Sakura scream, and was about to go into the room, again, when her father came out in search of candles, that's when he grabbed him and pushed the pressure point at the back of his neck. He drug his unconscious body to their room and place him beside the bed. He then went to Sakura.
He was angry that she hadn't fought back against her father. She had allowed herself to be weak. He expected her to be frightened or grateful when she saw him, but rather it was as if she didn't care. She just dry heaved and touched her swollen lips. She wouldn't stop, she was losing herself. He didn't slap her out of anger though, he was trying to knock some sense into her. Even that didn't work. He shook her. She didn't care. Finally, tried talking to her, only to get a confession of what that sick bastard did to her.
He knew her ankles were broke, so he went to the bed, muttered an apology, and repositioned them. After that, she had blacked out. He removed the pillow case from her mouth, and watched her sleep for a while. He had no family to go home to, nowhere important to be tomorrow, so he sat there until dawn, when he made his way to the building that the Hokage was at. There, he would make Sakura's confession.
Soooo, how was it? Did it make a bit more sense? Expect questions about why her father did it and a big twist, explaining why Kakashi and Iruka know but didn't say anything in the next chapter!
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Chapter 5 may be out today, tomorrow or the next day. I really need to write a chapter for The Exchange tonight, but Moments is updated!