When we got to Kurenai's house, the first thing I noticed was that it was a traditional French Tudor style house. Shrubs and bushed of hydrangea, of assorted colors, laid parallel on either side of the driveway. As we drove up closer to the house, I saw that there was a ladder training red roses to grow up along the side of the house. We got out the car; I stared at the building in awe. "Beautiful isn't?" she said with pride. All I could do was nod in agreement.

She led me inside the house. The inside looked more classy mixed with casual comfort, but nice none the less. "Hinata how 'bout I show you your room, so you can shower and change and we can talk later." I nodded my head, knowing sooner or later we would have to talk about him.

She took me to the room that I would be staying in. There was a queen sized bed made of rich cherry wood with a matching and two end tables on either side of the bed. The bed was draped with cream colored curtains. The walls were decorated with a light tan and beige paint. "Well I hope you like it."

"Yes I like it." With that she left me on my own. I took this opportunity to look around the room. Just like all girls, the first place I checked was the closet. This closet was crazy ridiculous. It with walk-in, with four long racks along the left side of the wall for shoes alone. On the right side was a door with an automatic clothes rack that spins. In the middle was a show glass case for jewelry and purses. It was a shopaholic's dream wardrobe.

When I walked of the closet, I headed to the bathroom. If I thought the wardrobe was big, then the bathroom was gigantic. The floor was paved with pearl white tile so clean and shiny you could eat off it. Gray and violet licked the walls with color. To the side I noticed was a black shower with translucent glass and a Jacuzzi tub was tiled with black granite. Lined with soaps, bubble bathes, shampoo and conditioners, and bath salts of a variety of scents and herbs I've never heard of. The last two things that I look at are the toilet and the sink. The toilet was your standard toilet, only a lot cleaner than you would find most. The sink had a, just like the Jacuzzi tile, black granite adorned the sink countertop.

I looked up into the mirror and I was a little upset at what I saw. My hair was caked with dried mud, dirt, and a few leaves. My face was cut, and dirty, my lip was partially busted, and my cheeks slightly red. My clothes had multiple holes and tears throughout my baggy long sleeve shirt and straight legged jeans. I stripped off my filthy and threw them in the trash. Before I stepped in the shower, I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, and vanilla body wash. I set the scent filled containers on the shower rack. As I waited for the water to warm up, I took off, and undid the bandages from the earlier wounds made in the forest.

Once I stepped into the shower, the hot water pummeled my cut and bruised skin. "Ouch!" I hissed as the water ran over my cuts. I tried my best to ignore the throbbing and stinging. I was hesitant to use the shampoo, for fearing that the suds would burn and irritate my already broken skin. I poured some of the shampoo directly on my head and began scrubbing my scalp. When the first trail of shampoo suds hit my back, where one of my deep cuts was located I silently screamed "Son of bitch that burns!" I instinctively turn around and washed out my hair and let the rest of the suds run over my body making me cuss yet again "Fucking shit!" I gritted my teeth and sucked it up through the whole shower. I've got to be one of the only people who welcome the cold air after a hot shower; because it helped my cuts cool and throb less.

After I dried off and got dressed in some of the clothes that I decided to bring with me, I headed down stairs to face the talk I was about to have with Kurenai.

"Hey Hinata, how was your shower?" she questioned

'Painful' I thought. "It was refreshing to say the least." I said

"Well Hinata would you like something to eat?" I was about to object to the kind jester, but it seems my stomach thought otherwise as it growled. I laughed nervously. I was so embarrassed, that I blushed. And the thing about my blushing is depending on how embarrassed I am. I sometimes tend to invent a new shade of red on my face than humanly possible. In situations like these I only tend to turn a light pink.

After eating the ham sandwich and chips she gave me, questions started. "Okay Hinata, I'm going to make this easy. You can start when you're ready and feel free to ask me anything about me if you want." She assured. We sat on her brown leather couch; I took a deep breath and nodded my head to give her the okay to start.

"So why did you runaway from home?"

"My father became an alcoholic and started to hit me." Kurenai gave a look of shock and disgust, and maybe a little pity.

"When did your father start drinking?"

"A few months after my mother died."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, a younger sister, her name is Hanabi."

"Did your father ever hit Hanabi? If so, did you leave her there?" she acted slightly alarmed that I might have done something like that.

"No he never hit Hanabi. I made sure he never got a chance to. I made up some story to my aunt saying that Hanabi needed a mother figure around." Like hell I was going to let my drunken father lay a hand on my baby sister. Something like that would make my mother turn in her grave if he did.

"Do you know where your aunt lives?"

"Yes. She also happens to live in Konoha, but I don't want to burden them or have them call my father."

"Well you're more than welcome to live here with me. But what if we visit your aunt and tell her this whole situation and try to get her to understand." She suggested. I nod my head in agreement thinking it is the smart thing to do.

"Do you have any questions for me Hinata? You can ask me anything." She said with a smile.

"Do you live in this house by yourself? What do you do for a living? Is it ok if I call you Kurenai? Can I have a hug? I can really use one right now." I said gasping for air afterwards. She looked at me with an amused look and a motherly smile.

"No I don't live in this house by myself. I live here with my fiancé Asuma. I work as a part-time psychologist and school guidance counselor. Yes, it's ok if you call me Kurenai. And yes you can have a hug." I started to cry again after that. The day I ran away was just the beginning of my new life and I was starting to like it.