Break me

Chapter 8

Sasuke's POV

"Are you sure,you are going to be alright? I want you to stop chasing him." Mom says over the phone to me. I reply sighing,"I already told you mom to not to stick your nose into my business. It's annoying." Mom says after a few seconds,"I really failed to make you a decent human being. You've become just like you father. I'm hanging up." Saying that she cut the call.

"Was she nagging again?" I hear Itachi talking who is sitting on the couch taking bites from the apple. I reply,"Yeah and I'm sick of it." Itachi says smirking,"I wonder, why does she even care for Naruto?" I reply chuckling in a mocking manner,"She really doesn't care about him. She just wants us to come back."

From my childhood, I grew up in a place that didn't actually feel like home. The relationship between everyone was so complicated. Even the relationship between a father and son wasn't so sincere and warm. It was so formal.

Dad really didn't care about us from the very first. He gave us everything. We got everything we wanted whenever we laid out eyes upon anything. He fulfils our needs isn't because he cares for us. It's because, spending that much money doesn't affect him. Dad can buy anyone or anything around him. He acts like a god around everyone.

Dad always moves forward destroying everything in front of him. That's the way of his life. Removing all the obstacles from his path and becoming the very best. In this process I met someone who had no interest in things like that. That day when we attended that dinner party together, I saw him looking so lost and uninterested about everything around him.

I had questions in me. Isn't he a heir of a famous family? How can his expression be like that? He should look more cunning, more evil. Even in that age, I used to think like that. I always used to like finding myself inside every other one who belongs from a rich and noble family. I saw everyone as a mirror.

I looked at him and saw nothing. He's like a normal guy like those who has a lot of friends to hang out with. The people I call friends, they act like my slaves whenever they are around me. I can't just put my hand around their shoulder and tell them to come over. If even I have to do that, I'll have to spend money for that. It's like I bought everything with money.

Soon we started to come closer to each other. He used to listen the little words I used to speak. We both didn't like to talk much. We used to talk less and like to be in each other presence. Playing video games silently or someday reading some of his boring books.

The peace I used to feel seeing his ocean blue eyes staring into mine and his innocent smile is the only reason for me to run to him. Soon the distance starts to become wider between us. It's not because of him, it was me who was changing so fast.

The change I overlooked is the reason he was hurting. Maybe I saw him being gloomy and being hurt whenever I abandoned him but only thing I could do was to ignore everything. I put a blind eye on everything and soon we started to drift apart.

I had my own life, a pretty messed up one. I didn't want to involve him fearing that he'll end up catching up to my messed up lifestyle. I used to cause trouble and do every bad thing I could to catch my father's attention. I thought that maybe doing that will make him make time for us and maybe he'll scold us for being bad children.

Both me and Itachi were so drowned into these that we nearly forgot that we are constantly loosing our usual self. After everything, I finally saw that I lost him. I thought I lost him for good and thought I'll be okay with it. But the emptiness I started to feel started to suffocate me. I couldn't bare it. After suffering from it, I realized I can't live without him.

I couldn't name my feelings. But I couldn't just name it as a mere friendship as well. It was like there shouldn't be a name for our connection. It's beyond everything. The only thing I knew is you should belong to me. The old habit, my selfishness got ahold of me. And I found myself chasing after him.

I know now how he felt back then seeing my back ahead of him. He saw me leaving him behind walking with a crowd around me. I don't know how he felt when he stood at that corner when I was getting all attention. Did he have tears on his eyes? Did he resent me?

I want to catch him and never let him go. I want to lock him in a cage so that the only person who can see him is me. I'm in love, I'm obsessed, I'm sick. I've become more messed than before for him. He's the reason my life has become like this. He'll have to atone for that sin. He'll never get rid of me.

I'll defeat everyone who's trying to win him and make him mine. He'll wait for me again to come home. He'll open the door for me like he used to do. He'll ask about the day I spent. But this time, my response won't be cold. I'll wrap my hands around his small waist and pull him closer.

I'll embrace him and take his scent that I miss. I'll kiss his lips and claim him that he's only mine. He'll feel tortured but the only person who'll can give him relief will be me. He tears, his smile, his everything will be for me. My Naruto, the person I gradually fell in love with.

"Fuck, Naruto. I want you." I mutter after landing on the pillow. I feel frustrated and sometimes I catch myself being hard just by thinking about him. A lot of times I caught myself calling his name while I was fucking another chick. Sometimes those nameless persons look at me with their surprised face or sometimes they don't even care loosing themselves in pleasure.

I started to see him under me whenever I'm fucking someone else. What look will he give me when he'll finally be under me? I know how submissive he's. Did he give that look to some other male except me? I balled my fist. Just by thinking about him with some other one makes me so angry that makes me want to kill every other person around him.

I've gone mad, I've become insane. The only thing I want now is him. I am tired of everything from my past. If he tells me to change my personality,I'll do it. I'll do everything he'll tell me to. I never loved anyone like I love him. I know maybe one day he'll be the death of me but I'll embrace that if he finally comes back to my arms
I mumble thinking about him,"I'm coming to you soon."