WARNING:
RAPE SCENE
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Well I wrote this and the previous chapter all at once, but I wanted this to be its own separate chappy, so… here ya go. R&R please :D
..::Nightmares::..
There she was, in best pink dress, her mother sewing together a patch in her uniform.
"You're finally a Genin Sakura! I'm so proud of you!" she beamed. They were having a little at home celebration for Sakura's academy graduation and her new status as a Genin on Team 7. Her father was there as well, nursing a bottle of sake.
Beep Beep!
"Oh there goes the oven! That's your cake honey!" The elder Haruno female rushed to the kitchen, red locks trailing behind her. Sakura started to follow when her father stopped her.
"Why don't you come here for a minute Sakura baby? Come sit in papa's lap like old times."
Sakura, not thinking anything was amiss, did as asked.
"Well aren't you a big girl now? Why don't you give your daddy a kiss?" She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, just as she always had. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Mmm… Such a sweet girl my pretty princess has grown into. You sure are lovely… Let me have another one of your sweet sugar kisses". He pressed his wet lips to hers. Sakura jerked violently back. What was going on with her dad? Fathers weren't supposed to kiss their daughters on the lips like that.
"Now now, no need for a struggle" he grabbed the back of her head and forced her face to his. When she was able to gasp for air she screamed, "Mother!"
Only she didn't come.
"Mommy's dead, remember princess? She died, because you wouldn't listen to me. If you would've done as daddy had told, she'd still be alive."
Sakura's eyes widened, "What…?"
They were no longer in her living room, they were on a mattress in a dank celler. She didn't remember her house having a celler….
"We're not home anymore princess. We're in your own personal hell." Her father replied with a sadistic grin. She then realized he was on top of her, the only thing separating their skin was her best pink dress, the one her mom had given her for her 13th birthday. She only wore on special occasions.
"Oh this occasion is special, don't you worry." With that, her father ripped the side seam of the dress all the way up to her underarm, effectively tearing it dress in half. He jerked her arm out; all the while she was in shock. He pushed the now torn fabric to the side, looking down at her body, which was barely in the early stages of puberty.
"Mmm… Look at your sweet skin. Just like I said, you'd be more beautiful than your mother. I wonder how it tastes…" He bowed his head and licked along her collar bone, "…Sweet."
"Aaaargh!" Sakura screamed and thrashed as he bit her shoulder.
"Princess, this is just the appetizer, we haven't even gotten to the meal" the sadistic grin was once again plastered all across his face.
"W-why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks, her arms were pinned behind her back, she was in no position to fight or defend even.
"Because I love you Princess. You're daddy's little girl." She sobbed quietly. He grabbed her legs and even as hard as she was straining to keep them closed, he spread them.
"No! Please, please daddy no!" she cried and begged, to no avail. He placed his body between her legs and stroked her underdeveloped breasts.
"Don't worry princess, it may hurt the first time, but after so long you'll enjoy just as much as daddy!" With that he rammed himself into her never-before-touched blossom. Her eyes went wide with shock.
"Noooo! Noooo!" she screamed and thrashed. Then a body was over her, smothering her with warmth. Her face, someone had covered it with fabric, she couldn't breathe. Someone was trying to kill her! Her screams came out muffled, tears steadily flowed. She continued to thrash until she was too weak.
Too weak. She'd always be too weak. She couldn't even stop her father from raping her.
"Sakura!" the voice yelled.
She continued to weep, limp in the arms that held her. She no longer felt the pain of her father between her legs, though the dirtiness and the guilt remember.
"Sakura! Calm down!"
Who was that voice? She dimly wondered. Who was holding her now? Her face, the fabric, she wasn't being smothered at all, rather held. That smell, it was definitely male, but it smelled good; Not of sweat and shame at all. She paused in her sobs.
"For fuck's sake Sakura? What the hell is wrong with you?" There was a gentle shake, but she continued to stay limp. Whoever it was could continue to support her, or drop her, for all she cared.
The voice continued to grumble profanities as the body picked her up and carried her. She briefly wondered where it was taking her. As if to answer that question she was laid on something soft, but cold.
"You can sleep with me tonight" the voice said. Looking in the direction of the voice, where the body had lain her, she could see Sasuke. That's right, she lived with the Uchiha now. So that must've been a nightmare; her father hadn't raped her after all. She was so tired, she couldn't even count on peace in her sleep.
"Sakura" she felt the bed move, and a wave of heat behind her, "What did you dream?"
She shut her eyes tight, she didn't want to think about it anymore.
He waited a moment before enquiring again, "Sakura?"
She whimpered, the beginning of quiet sobs, which quickly escalated in body wracking wails.
"Calm down, you're safe."
Another wail. "Prove it! Prove to me that I'm safe!"
The Uchiha gasped in surprise. There was raw pain in her words, and not just from the excessive use of her throat. But emotionally. She was afraid. She felt alone. He had been alone up to this point, and barely counted his teammates as anything more than temporary. He would always be alone until fulfilling the second part of his life-long goal.
"Sa ku ra" he sighed her name. Her sobs quieted for a moment. He used this time to pull her back to his chest and wrap an arm around her waist.
"S-Sasuke…"
"I said you're safe. Now sleep." She waited for something else, anything explanation really. When she didn't get one, she let her eye lids drift down again. And this time, there were no nightmares.