My Man, My Money

Realization Sinking In

A/N: Cherry By Lana Del Ray Is Recommend To Be Listen To While Reading This

The call ended. 

I didn't know whether to start yelling or start crying. Both seemed like a good idea but having a break down in a elevator wasn't something that I wanted people to see. I exited the elevator in a hurried to get inside my condo, my hands already beginning to shake making so I dropped my key twice. I had to stop myself from yelling and kicking the door, knowing the neighbors had just come up the elevator.

Remembering when I first had the building built I had taken Naruto to the top, to and have him see this whole floor was supposed to be for us. His face had scrunched together in confusion as to why we needed the whole floor. I had counted back saying because we could afford. Having him come back saying I could afford it, both of us knowing damn well a babysitting job salary wouldn't even be enough for him to stay their a week. 

He was walking around the whole floor plan, scanning the space. Trying to envision it, us living in such a big apartment that had flooring to ceiling glass windows. "It's too big." was all he said I shrugged saying he'd get used to it. He had currently been living in three bedroom house with 4 collage buddies of his. We had finally been taking the next step in our relationship and moving in together. I annoyed me that it took over a year and 8 months for him to finally agree but well worth the wait.

"No, Sasuke you're not listening to me. It's too big." I had rolled my eyes and was going to repeat myself when he cut me off. The only person to ever cut me off and not get their tongue cut out. "We don't need this much space. You literally have no keep sakes or anything important at your hour current apartment that needs to be kept. It's all just things that can easily be replaced. And I only have a few photos of my family. My brothers had to get rid of a bunch of things when our parent passed. Foster care does not care. So all of this space is unnecessary." 

I understood where he was coming from in that moment, and had agreed with a nod of my head. Holding out my hand I waited for him to closed the distance so I could lead us out of the empty space. I remembered not liking sharing the space with someone and made a mental note to bring it up again later. I had tried to persuade him into changing his mind after having sex and instead got the cold shoulder. Both of us knowing that I was playing a rather dirty game. Knowing that if I couldn't even convince him to talk about it; while vulnerable, I was never going to win. Never bring it up ever again, I called the construction company the next day and told them of the new floor plans. 

Our neighbors were an old couple anyways the old man having gone deaf and the old ladies hearing going to shit. I had made sure we had quiet and none complaintive people that moved in knowing damn well if they weren't all hell was gonna break loose. 

They waved and tried to stir up a short conversation. Thankfully Mrs. Karpol knew I wasn't the one to talk so her talk was one-sided. I tuned her out having gone deaf just like her husband, who had given up on talking altogether; not even wanting to learn sign language. Which I didn't blame the poor guy Mrs. Karpol could talk your head off. He was probably happy to have gone deaf. 

I stared at my feet waiting for her pass, before going inside to hide, I saw a drop of water on my shoe. I frowned not remembering it raining it begin when coming inside. Then another drop of water joined it. The ceiling was defiantly not leaking for the only thing that could be leaking was me. With stiff movements I reached up and touched my face just to confirm it and sure enough, my cheek was wet. 

Closing my eyes I heard a soft click of a door and knew Mrs. Karpol had gone inside. I breathed in a shuddered breathe as I reached down picking the key to open the door. My hand shook more now than it did before. Taking both hands to open the door after another two tries. 

My throat was tight and my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as I felt tears welled up in my eyes. Before spilling over to create streams down my face. I choked on the air as I tried to breathe through my nose only to be filled with Naruto's smell. I had to revert to breathing- Breathing, no I was gasping. I had to revert to gasping for air to get some form of oxygen into my lungs, but that was no better. I could taste him. 

Ding

The ping of my cell phone told me a text had come through. My vision had gone to complete shit, so trying to read the text was going to be useless. My body felt heavy, my head hanging between my shoulders as I struggled to lift my phone, to see. My tears fell to the glowing screen, slipping off with my shaky hands.

Send me your toy's medical records.

Or he loses his tongue.  

That's all it took. That one text from that one bastard send me into full blown panic. That one text was all I needed to read to know what was about to happen. To know that I was about to lose Naruto. He was repeating himself.

Dropping the phone, hunching over grasping my knee's needing balance. Stability. Trying to breathe was pointless, the air was to either to thick for my throat to inhale. My tears were coming down faster than before beginning to form a puddle on the floor. Naruto was going to die. There was no chance of him surviving this. Not with him at the mercy of his hands. I didn't even get to say I loved him. 

No... No, I had to do as he said, for at least Naruto's sake. At least give him a fighting chance... I moved to straighten my back, stiffen up my lip, but it quivered and my head swam. I fell back into the door with a thud.  A fighting chance that was going to ever happen. I knew how he played his game. He played it dirty just as he taught me to. He was going to kill him, and in the worst way possible. 

A broken sobbed left my lips, as I slid down the door in defeat. Knowing Naruto was not going to survive this. All I could do was remember, just remember what he had done last time. I could feel the pain I felt last time, the pain I had suppressed all these years. Only this time it was much worse, my shit piece of life was repeating itself because of me. I could feel last times pain and this times pain.

My chest ached caving in on itself, as my chin rested on my chest choking myself, my fingers digging into my thighs as I tried to shove myself into the door. My heart too much, this was worse than being shot. I'd rather take a gun shot to the head than deal with this again, but it was no use. So I did the next best thing. 

I snapped my head back hitting the steel door, as hard as I could. My head throbbed and my vision swam but it didn't knock me out like I wanted it to. So I kept crying and slamming my head back into the door. I could feel a bump beginning to form on the back of my head but that didn't stop me, if anything it refilled my tears because I knew alone from this small amount of pain I was going through was nothing compared to what Naruto was about to go through. 

Ding.

I yelled out at the stupid ring, knowing nothing good had come from it. It was laying face down so I couldn't see the text but my phone light up the floor letting me know it was real.

Ding.

I shouted kicking the phone across the floor and away from me. Sliding down onto my side still banging my head, I curled up in a ball. Not wanting to be awake, I wanted none of this. I wanted to go to sleep wake up, knowing this was all just an awful dream.

Ring-Ring.

Ring-Ring.

Ring-

I covered my ears whaling loudly, I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

A/N: I Gotta Edit The Fuck Out This Story So Much Shit Is Not Working Out/Changing (Kinda)