Author's Note; Okay, I've officially made up my mind, instead of updating every Sunday, I'm updating every Sunday and Wednesday! If I went with my original idea, this story would never be finished before the end of the year. So, here's chapter 2 for Save Me! R+R+F :) Any questions you have, I'll answer as soon as I can. Now enjoy :3

Chapter 2

Sasuke

Why does school have to be so boring? I'm smart enough to get my diploma already, so I don't know why I have to go through these classes anymore.

Besides, I'd rather be home doing my own thing than be here all day anyway. Messing around on my computer and purposely forgetting about my homework. But the fact that I was going to school meant that I was away from my brother who decided he had to raise me when Mom and Dad died in a car accident. I hated my brother so much too, and his possessiveness was more annoying than him playing Dad.

This was the only reason why I'd rather stay away from home. If Itachi wasn't around, I'd be a recluse. I'd have no reason to leave anymore. But I know that'd never happen, even if I do leave and move to live on my own. I'd have to have a job just to keep the place. God damn, life was so fucking annoying. Thank God that school was over today.

"You're such a dunce, maybe you should hang out with that jerk Sasuke. He thinks he's better than everyone." Kiba snorted. "You'd fit in perfectly with him."

"Take that back Kiba! I'm not a jerk like him!" I hissed. "I just don't want my grades to fall, that's all."

"Yea, sure, since when did you care about your grades?" Kiba asked, and that was a really good question.

I heard the two argue. They were loud, too loud for my tastes, but hearing that from Naruto made me want to just walk over to him and punch him in the fucking face. But if I do that now, my brother, who's picking me up today, would be angry with me and take everything away as punishment. Stupid brother.

But I restrained from going over there and decided to walk on over to our car where Itachi was waiting. I wanted to get the ride home done and over with.

"Hey gaki, why such a long face?" He asked, it made me sick the way he talked to me sometimes. Hell, I'm not a little kid anymore.

"Not today Itachi, I'm not in a good mood." I said, proving how much of an ass I can really be.

"You need to lighten up a bit dork." Itachi said, making me look at him as I tried to retaliate, but I was flicked hard on the forehead, something he did all the time since we were little.

"Okay, that's enough Itachi, do that again and I will walk home from here!" I yelled, and I didn't care if someone outside the car heard us.

"Okay, that's enough of the attitude you little brat." Itachi spat as we drove off, accidentally – or intentionally – making the tires on the car squeal as we left the parking lot and headed towards home. "I have to work until midnight and I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"Then don't deal with my bullshit!" I argued.

"I have to! No one else will." Itachi said, and I could tell he was starting to sound hurt from my attitude. Like I give a rats ass.

"Drop me off half way home, then you can go to work." I said with a bit of venom in my words. I didn't want to stay in the same car with him longer than that. I feel like I'd blow a blood vessel if I did.

"Fine." Itachi huffed. And we were quiet until he pulled over a couple blocks away from our huge house.

"Remember, I'll be home late, if you make dinner, save some for me okay?" Itachi said, hoping I had calmed down enough to be a little nice to him.

"Whatever." I said as I got out with my back pack and slammed the car door shut. Like hell would I be nice to him after just ten minutes of silence, and I started off in the direction of our house.

I know Itachi waited until I turned the corner before he drove off. Sometimes I think he's thinking of ways to just get rid of me and finally have peace in his life. I wonder if he'd send me off to a private school in another country if he had the money. Hell, I think we do, Mom and Dad did leave us enough money for anything. We were a rich family after all.

That's when I noticed Naruto's blonde head walking in front of me. I wanted to ask him why he'd walk by my house, but then I forgot at the moment that he lives just on the other side of the street as I do.

Hissing through my teeth for a second, I thought about calling out to him as he walked through his yard and to his front door.

My mouth was poised open to say his name, until I watched how he unlocked and opened his front door. Why was he being so cautious? Sure his dad was probably home. No, their car was supposed to be broken down, unless his dad got it fixed this morning, which was possibly the case.

I watched the blonde slowly go into the house and quietly closing the door. Probably thought his dad was home sleeping, not wanting to wake him up.

I remember hearing the screams that came from the house, all the arguing, I know that his dad probably beat him up every day. Everyone's used to seeing the blonde come in with scratches and bruises, sometimes broken bones every other week. He always claimed that they were exercise accidents. Like hell does he exercise. I never see him run around the neighborhood to keep in shape. He was always thin and in shape to everyone around him.

That's when someone bumped into me from behind and I almost fell into the street, but I was able to catch my footing and stare at the person that went into me. But it was none other than Naruto's dad.

"Sorry Sasuke." The taller blonde mumbled. That reminded me, I never knew Naruto's dad's name. I bet Itachi does, but I don't feel like asking him any.

Then I heard the screaming. I guess Naruto did something to piss his dad off. But this time, the screaming wasn't as bad as they were last night. Hell, it was like his dad had a vendetta against him yesterday. I could remember how the blonde yelled out in pain for hours. I even went to look into his room through the window after the screaming stopped and his dad left just to see that Naruto was lying on the floor of his bedroom, curled in a ball and crying. It took a lot to make the blonde cry, even if it was pain, and I could then see the bruise on his left shoulder. I knew he was lying this morning when he said it was an accident. But because it's me, I ignored him, didn't bother to go to his front door to see if he was alright because I knew he'd either ignore me or he couldn't hear through the pain throbbing through his entire body. So after seeing how he was doing in secret, I went back to my house and was in side just moments before Itachi drove into the drive way from work.

Right now, there wasn't any yelling coming from Naruto's house, so I figured he was safe, for the time being, and went inside my own home and locked the door behind me.

To be honest, somewhere inside my cold heart, I feel like Naruto's dad wished he was dead. That made me sick to my stomach and just pity over Naruto. I'll have to say something to him tomorrow, if he ever came in. Hell, I have no clue what's even going on over there right now. Maybe I'll go over when it's dark out and see if he's alright. That is if I don't fall asleep before Itachi comes home.