hurt :: sasunaru

chapter seven.

Sasuke's POV

"He's so annoying!"

"Then tell him to fuck off."

"I tried! But he keeps pestering me even more!"

"Well, you're fucked then."

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was sitting on the couch watching tv with my brother while he kept talking about Naruto's cousin. Couldn't he see that I had my own blonde to deal with?

"You're no help at all, Sasuke. I give you wise advice all the time!" Itachi said while frowning.

"'Don't be stupid' isn't wise advice, brother." I replied not taking my eyes off the tv.

Soon after, we heard the sound of keys clinking then the sound of the front door unlocking. Itachi and I glanced at each other, knowing looks on our faces.

Our parents are back.

I turned the tv off as we stood up and waited for them to enter. As they did, we walked up to them and greeted.

"Dad, mom, welcome back." Itachi said, hugging them both.

"Thank you, sweetie." My mom said with a sweet smile on her face as she entered the house and set her bags down. I went up to mom and gave her a big hug.

"Welcome back, mom." I whispered.

"Thanks hun." She said hugging back. "Let me go start dinner now." she started to let go of me.

"Mother, you just got back. At least get some rest first." I said worriedly.

"Don't worry about me, dear. I'll be just fine." My mom insisted.

My mom was the sweetest person ever. Always putting others before herself. She was also a very hardworking person. You couldn't help but admire how much she could juggle. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't worry me sometimes. What if she overworks herself? If she did, I don't know what I would do.

"Yeah. Let her make some dinner. I'm starving anyway." I heard a deep voice say.

I looked towards the person who said that, glaring hard. It was none other than my father.

"Chop chop, Mikoto. My stomach can't wait forever." He said.

"Yes, Fugaku." My mother said obediently and scurried off in to the kitchen. Itachi decided to follow her and help. Leaving me and my vile father alone.

"Aw, don't look at me like that, faggot." He said while smirking and slowly walking up to me.

"I'm not a faggot." I growled at him, refusing to look in his eyes. That was until he grabbed my chin and forced me to look in them. I flinched at his touch.

He looked at me for a couple of seconds then moved my head to the side with his hand and leaned in to my ear.

"Good, you wouldn't want to be punished again, would you?" He mumbled in a low voice.

My hands started to shake as I tried to reply, but I didn't trust my voice at the moment. So, I just somehow managed to do a small shake of the head.