It comes with the package
*Au* She was smart:good grades,good morals. It was one little party,but now everything's falling apart. What are you supposed to do when there seems to be nothing that you can do? Sakura-centric, rape, suicidal intentions,character bashing. SakuraxUndecided
Chapter 2: And a side of Coleslaw
The hands grasped at the neck of her shirt, before there was a rip and it fell away. Those same pale hands were quickly grabbing at the rest of her, palming her breasts harshly, then snapping her bra straps. She tried to scream out, but her tongue was weighed down with liqour and she could only mumble out protests. Her whole body was on fire, skin crawling as the raven quickly made his way down. His lips brushed against her skin, and her legs kicked out.
She was doing anything, anything she could possibly do to get him off. But he was stronger, and she was drunk, she stood no chance. His hands slipped into her pants, icy cold against her fevered flesh, and she shivered. Tears prodded at her closed lids, and tracked down her cheeks. She could hear her heart pounding in her head, its beat erratic with fear. There was the sound of a zipper, and then her pants were being tugged off her legs.
Her breath hitched before the male leapt at her, smothering her, pushing her down, pressing up against her. He was in before she was even aware, and clenching her eyes shut in pain, she let slip one strangled cry.
Sakura lurched up in bed, gasping for breath. She was shivering, covered in a cold sweat. Unthinkingly she grabbed her blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form, rocking back and forth. Her eyes focused then unfocused, before again she retained her vision. Wide, green eyes cast about her surroundings, and only when she was sure of where she was did she relax a little. And then, she silently cried.
It had been nearly a whole month since Yamanaka's party, and still Sakura was unable to get over it. It was meant to be just one little thing, a moment for her to act like a teenager for change. The pinkette curled her arms around her head, biting the inside of her arm to keep from screaming as she cried harder. That night, he had torn away at her, pulling off her clothes and raping her. Even with her hazy eyes, the female could still make out the black orbs that looked down upon her, practically unblinking the whole time.
The eyes of the man she loved.
She swallowed sharply and the Haruno nearly swallowed her tongue in the process. The act made her lose her breath and she had to struggle to gain oxygen through her sobbing. 'Why?!,' she screamed inside her head, 'WHY?!' Unable to find anymore words to express her sorrow, Sakura returned to tears, the question 'why' repeating over in her head like an agonized mantra.
She stayed awake the last couple hours of night, her tears and memories keeping her from returning to sleep. With the approach of dawn, light slipped into her room and brightened the whole place up. Wearily, Sakura slipped out of bed, and walked dazedly to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, and turning on the shower, the pinkette quickly stripped and stepped under the spray. The warm water eased her muscles a little, the sound of the water splashing against the tub's linoleum sides suppressing any sobs that she continued to make.
When she stepped out, she grabbed the towel and quickly wrapped it around her body, turning away from the mirror. Since that night, any reflective surface had become Haruno's enemy. There was nothing more terrifying than looking in the mirror, and seeing heavy eyes stare back at you, and knowing that her unmarred flesh was all torn apart up inside. She never wanted to see herself again.
The pink-haired girl took so long in the shower that when she finally got out and prepared for school, her mother ended up giving her a long lecture about skin care and the consequences of over bathing. She listened with only half an ear, nodding and speaking at the appropriate times. Apparently, her mother thought she was actually listening, and happy with it offered Sakura a ride to school. The teen accepted.
The library was quiet, as expected during lunch, the only sound being the hum of the computers and the shuffling of turning pages, every few minutes. Sakura had snagged a whole table to herself, several large textbooks opened out across the surface. A notebook was opened up before her and at the moment she was doing extra notes for Biology. Her pen clicked against her knuckles as she flicked it back and forth, green orbs fixed on the open textbook page.
She'd already been working on this page for fifteen minutes, and it didn't seem she was going to be getting any farther. She sighed, and unwillingly closed the book. Since the night she tried hard not to think about, she had thrown herself into her studies, working three times as much as she once had. This had mande her parents happy, but they could never get what had brought this change on. Not that the pinkette cared what made her parents happy. She was only doing this after all to forget.
Needing to move on before her thought took a turn down that path, Sakura grabbed hold of her chemistry book, pulling it toward her. She exchanged notebooks and pens too, for the ones distinguished for that course. So zoned into her work, the pink-haired female never noticed when another presence drew up by her side.
"S-sakura-san?"
Haruno jumped in her seat, surprised by the sudden additional noise. With worried eyes, she turned to look at the person who had spoken. She only noted black hair and pale skin, which was enough for her to leap out of her seat and scurry to the other side of the table. She was already sweeping all her things into her bag, and Hinata- who had come up to speak with the pinkette- only stared on in confusion. The Hyuuga couldn't understand what was happening recently with her friend.
The Monday following Ino's party, when Sakura hadn't come to the cafe for lunch, Hinata had went searching for her friend. Usually, she would wait for the other female to show up, but not once had the raven recieved any word from the Haruno. And that was not normal. Even though they weren't what you'd call 'popular', Sakura was still a very social person and Hinata never went a whole day without getting at least one text message from the other girl.
Mouth twisted down in worry, Hinata watched as Sakura finished packing up her things and tore off, the pinkette not once having looked at her. That had to hurt the most, that the green-eyed female wouldn't even look at her. 'What's going on?,' the raven pondered, gazing off at her friend's back. Sighing, the Hyuuga pulled out her cell, staring down at the blue mobile. Her inbox was empty, she hadn't gotten even one message from Sakura. For three whole weeks.
"M-maybe I-i should t-talk to N-neji-nii-san...," Hinata mumbled to herself.
Ino smirked to herself, watching as Sakura dashed out of the room last period, not even bothering to properly pack up her things. Something must have especially spooked Haruno out today, because the girl's appearance was disheveled and panicked.
'Good,' the blonde thought, rising out of her own seat. 'This is just like extra insurance.'
Ino smiled cruelly, strutting out of the room and through the hallways. People parted like water for her, granting her safe passage through the madness of the after school crowd. Just as they should. After all, Yamanaka was the Queen, and they were nothing but lowly commoners.
The blonde flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, adjusting the strap of her Gucci bag as she approached her locker. With a quick swivel, the lock came undone and Ino swung the metal door open. Her locker was void of any books, instead stuffed full of all manners of toiletries, from hairbrushes and lip gloss to perfume and lotion. There was a bunch of white envelopes and yellow stick-it notes lying on top of all her things, having been slipped in through her locker's grate earlier that day.
Not even bothering to see who they were from, Yamanaka grabbed them and stuffed them in her purse. She would go through them later, checking names to see if any of them came from Sasuke. If not, then they would all meet the same fate, at the bottom of her trash can. Assessing herself in the medium-sized mirror stuck to the backside of her locker door, Ino dubbed herself as perfect, and shut her locker. She turned and headed to the exit, quite proud of herself.
With the way she looked, there was no way Sasuke could refuse her. She had chosen her most favourite mini skirt, so short it was bordering on the line of being a tube-top or underwear, in sky blue. She wore a white blouse, a size too small so that it pulled tight across her chest, a black bra underneath. She had gold bracelets on each of her wrists, a diamond and sapphire ring on her right hand. Gold hoops hung from her lobes, her bangs pinned up with a blue, gem hairpiece.
Her nails were navy blue, her knee socks perfectly white, and she had traded in her usual shimmer lipgloss for tan-coloured lipstick. Put it simply, she was fucking hot, and the boys today were having trouble hiding their arousal. Surely Sasuke would be the same, no?
'Of course he will,' Ino chastised herself. 'Sasuke-kun's just another guy. A drop-dead sexy guy, but a guy nonetheless. There's no way he can keep resisting me forever.'
Confidence boosted once more, Yamanaka readied to round the corner and head outside where the rest of the Uchiha fan club were waiting for the raven to leave. But a hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her off to the side, behind the staircase.
"What do you want?," the blonde hissed, turning around to see who had touched her. Her powder blue eyes met with black ones, a strange smile plastered on the other's face. Ino supressed the urge to shudder, glaring heatedly at the male when he refused to answer.
"What?!," the female asked once more, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've already paid you, Sai."
The raven slowly blinked, his smile pulling tighter across his face. "I was just thinking a bonus was in order...Yamanaka-san," he replied smoothly.
Ino scowled, glancing around her to make sure noone had spotted her with the freak. The last thing she needed was to be seen with Sai, alone, under a staircase. A situation like this could blow her chances with Sasuke! "A bonus for what?," she demanded, turning back to the weird teen. "You've done your job. That pink-haired bitch won't ever go near my man again."
"Oh, but I can assure you that Haruno-san's life is about to get much worst."
Ino, about ready to just leave the little pyscho Uchiha-look-alike, paused; raising an eyebrow at Sai curiously. "Worst, you say?," Yamanaka questioned. "How so?" The thought of her rival's life becoming more horrible than it was at this moment... seemed extremely exciting to the blonde, who for no reason, just wanted to see the nerdy pinkette suffer.
Sai stepped real close to Ino, his hand touching her elbow. "I wouldn't want to tell...," he murmured gently, dead eyes narrowed as they stared at the female. His smile had yet to diminish in size. "...for fear of spoiling the surprise."
Yamanaka took a step away from the raven, glaring at him once more. She mulled over what he had just said, pissed that he wouldn't say anything, before deciding to let it go. This just meant that she'd have some entertainment for the rest of the year as she watched Sakura squirm. "Alright, fine," she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out her checkbook. She quickly wrote down a value of a thousand dollars, signed it, ripping it off and handing it Sai.
"And it had better be good," the blonde growled.
Sai's smile, amazingly, grew; his teeth showing, tightly clamped. "I can assure you that it will be," he replied, slipping the check into his pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you, Yamanaka-san," he said, turning around and stalking off. Ino sniffed in contempt, turning on her own heel, and exiting the school building.
Sakura sat on the edge of her bed, rigid fngers clutching a thin slender box. She was feeling nervous, her stomach was a jumble of knots and she thought she was going to throw up. Or maybe it wasn't nerves that was causing her to feel so sickly, maybe it was something else... The pink-haired teen broke that thought off, not wanting to dig too deep into the matter.
Her green eyes snapped away from the box in her hands, landing on the unfolded instructions that had come with the package. Seeing the squiggles of inked words and its accompanying diagrams just made this situation all the more real. Sakura couldn't deny it any longer.
This was a pregnancy test in her hands. The girl's period should have come by now... but it hadn't. The implications of that terrified the Haruno. What would her parents think? Sakura felt the beginnings of tears sting at her eyes, her chest constricting. The woman at the store at given her a withering look, and she had just been buying the test. Her parents reaction could only be worst.
Biting her lip, the pinkette rose to her feet. She looked at the box in her hand, then out the window. One party... it was just one little party. And she was the most controlled teenager around, besides Hinata of course. How could things go so wrong!?
Haruno clenched her eyes shut, raising a hand and pressing her fingertips against her eyes. She wouldn't cry... not now. Her parents were going to be home soon, she couldn't afford to have them see her like this, because then she'd have to tell them everything. Like how the girl lied to them, got drunk and let her guard down around Sasuke, long enough for him to rape her.
Yanking her underwear drawer open, Sakura shoved the box into the back, burying it under a mound of clothing. She cleaned up her room, tossing out the drug mart bag and receipt. She wasn't going to take that test, she wasn't going to let doubt cause anymore problems in her life. She grabbed her textbooks, heading to the door to do her homework in the kitchen.
'Maybe it's just late,' she thought to herself, closing her bedroom door.
(That's it, once again. No more after this point)
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