Secrets

Chapter 1

[Sasuke]

My back was against the cold window. The rain hitting the windows was awfully calming and relaxed me after the horrible confrontation I had with my parents downstairs. I couldn't help but tear up as I rembered the conversation. As if the whole world had stopped, my eyes shut tightly in order to stop another potential panic attack.

"Crybaby."

I managed to stutter out, my voice sounded even worse than it usually did. Almost as if somebody had repeatedly stepped on my neck until I eventually wheeze and cough up blood. While that wasn't completely false, it wasn't exactly what happened. God, even remembering it gives me a headache. My head spun as I recalled what happened just a few minutes before.

[15 Minutes ago]

I sighed, slouching against the door. School was like hell. The teachers and students were just a pain in the ass. I couldn't wait to go to bed, luckily I managed to finish all of my homework at school, during my last class, so I could head straight to bed. My head still stung from the headache that grew during the obnoxious yelling and talking from my fellow classmates. How annoying, to think I'll be going to the same school as a bunch of loud and childish brats. I appreciated what I had, but really? Out of all the possibilities?

"Whatever"

I stuttered softly, my breath hitching as soon as the floor boards of the stairs creaked. It was enough to make me internally wince, not just because it was unbearable, but because I knew what that meant.

"What did I tell you about being late?" The man above me spoke in a menacing tone. It sent uncomfortable shivers down my spine. I couldn't help it, my brother refused to drive me so I had to walk home. Even if I was only 2 minutes late, it seemed as if my dad had been counting, waiting for the moment. How sadistic, he wanted me to arrive late so he could hurt me, that's all there is to it. I mean what other reason would somebody have for setting a curfew of 16:30 to come home from school.

"I...m so...ry.."

Pathetic, that's all I could even get out. Within seconds I was on the floor, my dad above me, just staring. "I put so much work into raising you, I give you everything you need to survive and you can't even follow a damn curfew?!" He shouted, kicking me in the ribs. At moments like these I couldn't help but think that he enjoyed this, hell, of course he did. Why would you beat somebody for being 2 minutes late?

I gasped in agony, my ribs felt like they were going to crack. My mouth stayed shut, I hated worrying my mother, my only friend and the only person who treats me like an actual human being. If she saw me like this she would have a heart attack.

"Oh, is this not enough for you?"

My dad's tone got even lower. He stopped his repeated kicking and grabbed me by the throat. I guess being quiet would cause a beating now too. Everyday it seemed as if my dad gave me less and less freedom, someday I wondered if I wouldn't even be able to breathe without my dad yelling or hitting me. Well, my head came reeling back to the extreme loss of air and pain I felt from my throat. He's going to kill me.. I gasped for air, trying to get out of his grip. Hot tears stung my bloodshot eyes. He smirked, slamming me against the wall and letting me slide down, gasping for air.

My lungs burned, tears streamed down my face, I thought I was gonna die.. For the first time, in a long time I was surprised with my father's actions. I guess that wasn't the end of it, because as soon as I got up I received a massive and harsh blow to the stomach. I expected to be over already since he nearly ended my life..

No, it felt like an eternity. He slammed me against the wall again, knocking the wind out of me before he kicked my shins. I instantly dropped down to my knees from the force, grunting. The pain in my legs sent a shock throughout my whole body. I didn't even doubt for a moment my dad would figure it out. It sucked, having a smart and sadistic dad, he knew every thing that would cause immense pain.

"You useless, dumb, slut." He spat in my face, stomping on my knee. I couldn't hold in the yelp that emerged from my throat. I tried so hard to keep silent but I couldn't, before I could even register it, something hard hit me in the throat.

"That's what you get, now shut your mouth and take it like a man. Why can't you be like Itachi?"

There it was, the one thing that stung the most. 'Why can't you be more like your brother?'

I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'll be better..

"I...m..s.o..ry d..d.."

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I smiled, covering my face. I wish everything was normal, I wish dad and Itachi loved me. Hell I wish we never left our old home..

Why? Is it my fault? I don't understand how I managed to ruin everything. My hands began to shake  more with each thought. God I hated myself and my anxiety, everything about me sucked. I really want to have a family who loves me, but I seem to be the problem.

"W...hy...me?!"

I gasped out, that barely came out as a whisper, thankfully nobody heard me. Enough, I still have school tomorrow, my skin began to crawl with all the possible scenarios of the aftermath from me sleeping in. It would be nice, one day where I could get at least 6 hours of sleep would be like a dream come true, but it wasn't worth it. I won't risk getting one of my bones broken just before the holidays so I can get a good night's sleep.

With that, I snaked off my clothes, shyly getting in the shower. The cold water made me shudder, reminding me of that horrid scene that took place downstairs. I loved showering, but man, everything reminded me of my dad. I had to stop myself from getting an even worse headache by scrubbing all the blood off my body.

My wounds still fresh made me wince from the soap. 'Its fine, just a while longer.'

I kept all the pain contained, gritting my teeth to keep myself from screaming out in agony. Finally over, i stepped out the shower and dried myself off. Taking a few minutes to brush my teeth and bandage my wounds the best I could by myself. Everything hurt, there was no denying that, but even so I had managed some way to get back into bed and even grab my phone.

With how much my dad hates me, I'm surprised he agreed with my mom to get me a phone. Probably because he knew I would get picked on if I didn't have one and he didn't want to deal with getting called in just for that. Or better yet, for me. A long heavy breath escaped my mouth, not even realising it my eyelids began to close. The darkness hugged my vision and took over the realistic and sad version of, what they called 'living'. I can rest, just for a few hours I can avoid this hell hole.

[ To Be Continued ]