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He'll be home any minute now...

I'm almost shaking from thinking about it.

But no matter how much I think about it, it's not going to stop it from happening.

I sat in the ragged, filthy armchair by the window, watching the falling snow and hoping the hot cup of tea I'm holding will warm me up a little more. I shiver once more, and take another sip, then looking at my surroundings.

Around me is a simple, run down, room. This armchair, as ragged as it is, is our fanciest piece of furniture. Over by the other wall is a bed, ridden with fleas of course, and stained brown from the dirt that is caked onto the ripped, fraying sheets. The frame creaks from the slightest touch, and is close to breaking. Then, behind a small cubicle towards the back of the room, is a toilet and sink, both infested with god knows what kind of germs. A small coffe table is infront of me, and another run-down chair sits by the window. The wallpaper is peeling, and there are cockroaches living in our walls. The floor is just bare, cold stone, and I do all I can to keep my feet warm by wrapping my feet in a cloth, but it isn't any use.

Yeah, I know, So I don't exactly have the fanciest house in Japan...Infact you could probably say I'm just a teensy step above homeless/and or living in the slums of Japan.

So I'll introduce myself. My name is Haruno Sakura, and apparently I was abandoned by my parents when I was just born, and left outside to die. Then I was taken to an orphanage where I lived the next 18 years of my life. It was hard for me to be adopted due to my unusual pink hair, and thin, gangly physique. But finally, someone did adopt me.

His name is Akihito.

I was adopted 2 years ago, and now I live in this godforsaken place - which to be truthful, is not much better than the oprhanage.

I would under no circumstances call Akihito my father.

And under no circumstances would he call me his daughter.

Akihito is 4 years older than me, and in a way, I am his slave. Maybe he was just lonely, but I think that's why he adopted me in the first place. He works every day delivering coal to the middle class people's houses, and then brings home the wages so I can buy food, and if we're lucky a few blocks of wood to start a fire.

But that's the problem.

Recently, he's not been bringing back wages.

Instead, he's been out spending his wages in bars, drinking down all the money until finally, he gets kicked out of the bar. He'll come home terribly drunk, and abuse me. I want to do all I can for him, I mean after all, he saved me from the orphanage and gave me a home. But with no wages, I have no money to buy food, or coal or wood to keep us from freezing to death during these harsh winter months.

Sometimes in his alcohol induced, angry state, he'll rape me.

Sometimes if I'm lucky, he'll just beat me around a little.

At any rate, if he's not satisfied with something I've done, there will be a punishment.

I shivered again and looked outside. It's dark now, and his job should have ended a few hours ago, so I knew he was out drinking. I was terrified of him coming home now, because I didn't have very much food for him. Seeing as there are no wages, today I had to beg on the streets for money. I managed to get enough to get myself a small bread roll, but spent most on a small piece of pork, and some rice for Akihito. It's an extremely small portion, but it's all I could afford with begging money.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside.

Oh god, he's here...Quick!

I took the plate of prepared food I had for him and set it on the small coffe table for him, placing a rusty pair of chopsticks by the side of the plate. Then I headed towards the door, smoothing out my hair a little.

Then, he burst in.

"Hey, Sakura..." He slurred, throwing me his coat, and stumbling into the room. I quickly hung up his coat for him.

"Good evening Akihito..." I said, "Ive prepared you some dinner over on the table..."

"Good." He said tersely, not even a thankyou. He sat down at the table and taking the chopsticks, he began to eat, wolfing down his food as if there was no tomorrow. He was finished within the next 2 minutes. He looked up.

"I'm still hungry...Don't you have anything else?" he demanded, looking up at me.

I stood there wide-eyed, knowing my fate, my hands clasped tightly in front of me.

"I'm sorry...There is no more food..." I said quietly, studying my feet.

"What?! Why?"

"Well, it's just..." I shuffled on the spot, searching for words that wouldn't make him angry. "It's just that, there haven't been any wages recently, so there's not enough money to buy very much food..."

Akihito stood up, towering over me. "You're saying it's my fault?" He snarled, a frown growing on his hard face.

"No! Not at all! It's just that..."

Akihito took a step towards me."Sakura, I adopted you, took you into a home, rescued you from the orphanage, and all I ask, is that you do a few little things for me. And this is how you repay me?"

"I'm sorry, Akihito! But we're very poor, and there aren't enough wages to buy what we need!" I took a few steps back, him still walking towards me. Finally, I hit the wall. There was no where else to go.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, hard. "How dare you blame me for the fact that we're poor?! I don't think you realize how ungratefull you sound..."

"Akihito, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, wincing at the pain in my wrist as he squeezed it tighter. Suddenly I was angry. "We only have no wages because YOU go and drink down all the money at the bar! You never once think about me!! GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed when he didn't let go, struggling against his meaty hands.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" He bellowed into my face. "How dare you be so UNGRATEFUL?!" He shouted, his face a mere inch away from mine. Suddenly, he lifted me clean off the floor and threw me onto the bed.

He must be really angry with me tonight... I thought, knowing in my heart what was coming but not wanting to believe it.

Tears started brimming in my eyes. And then I realized. I was still a human being. I had rights, damnit! Why had I just lain there and let him do what he wanted all this time?

He pinned my hands beside my head, straddling my waist, and leaning down closer towards me. This time, I struggled against him for the first time in my life.

I wriggled around underneath him, thrashing my legs up and trying to escape his grasp. "NO! Akihito, please! I beg of you, get off of me...UUGGHHH!" I cried out in pain as he slapped me around the face.

"SHUT UP, you ungratefull bitch!" He yelled, then reaching down with his hands and basically ripping my cotton shirt off of my body.

"No, please..." I begged this time. My hand wriggled free of his grasp and pushed against his chest, trying to get him off of me. He slapped me again, this time harder. A lot harder.

"If you struggle again, I'll just beat you again!" Akihito screamed into my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I decided being hit was too painful.

So I let him unbuckle his belt, take off his pants and throw them to the side. I let him rip off my holed, worn clothes and throw them away.

His hands still pinning down my wrists, he positioned himself. I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming.

Then, quicker than I thought it would come, he thrust into me, grunting as he did so, and bringing his hands up to grab my shoulders vigorously.

"AAGHHHH!!" I screamed in pain, and squeezed my eyes tight shut. He pulled back out, and then thrust back in again, his short quick breaths radiating in my ears.

"Uhn,.... Uhn,........ Uhnn....." He grunted in time with his quick thrusts, each time a small gasp of pain escaping my lips.

I lay there, accepting my fate, tears streaming down my face. Finally, he climaxed and let out a long hard grunt as he did so, his eyes screwing up with pleasure. He slowed down and stopped thrusting, then laying down ontop of me and breathing hard.

He climbed further down to then toy with my body, and lick his way up my stomach. "You taste even sweeter tonight, Sakura..." he whispered, while fondling my breast, squeezing me too hard, and forcing more gasps of pain to escape me.

"Please...Stop..." I sobbed, pushing at his hands. "I hate this, I hate how this happens every time! I hate YOU Akihito! How could you do this to me? How, when every day I prepare you food, am always loyal towards you and act as your slave, so you don't have to lift a finger! IM SICK OF IT!" I cried, another stream of tears rolling down my cheeks.

He stopped and looked up at me. His face grew angry. "What?!"

I simply sniffed, and avoided his gaze. I knew he had heard me.

"You know what, I don't even want to look at you right now..." There was a pause. "I don't even want you in my house...HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH THINGS TO ME?!" Without warning, he had lifted me up again, his face contorted into an expression of pure rage, and was suddenly advancing towards the door.

"A-Akihito..."

"Shut up!" He snapped back. Suddenly, there was a cold gust of air as he opened the door. Without warning, he threw me out onto the cold, snow covered ground infront of the door.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" I said, attempting to get up and walk back inside. I mean, I was naked, and it was snowing! Not to mention how many other people were in neighbouring shacks.

He left for a brief moment, only to come back with a fistfull of my clothes and threw them at me.

"IF YOU HATE IT SO MUCH HERE, THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE?!" He yelled, them slamming the door in my face.

Panicking, I grabbed the clothes and began throwing them onto my body. It wasn't much, just a few of my old rags, and I didn't even have a coat. I took a step forward and attempted to open the door, but Akihito had locked it. I knocked.

"Akihito, Please let me in! I didn't mean what I said I was just angry!" There was no reply. I banged on the door this time, getting more urgent by the second. "Akihito, please! I beg of you, please! I don't care what happens, you can do whatever you like to me, I don't care, but please let me back in!"

Again, there was no reply. In the end, I decided that screaming and crying wasn't going to work. All I could do was wait.

I lay down in the snow, and curled up into a ball, facing the door. I tried not to concentrate on the dull ache between my legs, or the intense cold that was biting all over my skin. I shut my eyes tight, and waited patiently. He had to let me back in sometime. He had to.

I then felt bad for having yelled at Akihito like that. I mean he had essentially raped me, and boy did it hurt, but he had taken me in. He had adopted me when noone else would, and provided this home for me, taking me away from the orphanage. Yes, we lived in the slums of Japan, but any place is better than an orphanage, right?

I wrapped my arms tighter around me, vowing to myself that when I got back in I would grovel like I had never grovelled before.

I don't know how much longer I lay there for. But I thought I was just about going to die the entire time. The cold was so painful, I didn't know where to put myself. Just a few more minutes...You can do this... I kept telling myself. Akihito had to let me in sometime soon. He had to.

Suddenly, I heard a crunching in the snow behind me. A shadow was cast over my body from the light of the street lamp.

Shaking from the cold, I turned my body and looked up to see a tall figure standing over me. It was a guy around my age. A guy with jet black, spiky hair, and from what I could see he had pale creamy skin, but it was hard to make out his features in the dim glow of the street lamp. I said nothing, and simply looked at him, wondering what he wanted.

Then he spoke. "Really..." He said, in a smooth velvety voice. "You're going to get hypothermia if you stay out in the snow like this."

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