Title: The Abused

Type: Short-story

Genre: Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Tragedy, Romance

Pairing: Gaa/Hina/Sasu (Hyuuga Hinata)

World: AU

Rated: M (For safety. Adult readers preferred)

Warning: mature content, drugs, violence, rape, tragic loss, flashbacks, romance

Disclaimer: This whole story and plot is totally fictional the names of certain district or places are made up by me but some are original. This story does not relate to anyone in any form, it is completely co-incidental. The characters of Naruto don't belong to me (T_T).

The Abused

1

"If the numbers we see in domestic violence were applied to terrorism or gang violence, the entire country would be up in arms, and it would be the lead story on the news every night."
Rep. Mark Green

By day the golden sun,
By night silvery moon;
Is it a sin to be a woman,
In a world dominated by man?

"You wench! If only your father had begged me to marry you... I wouldn't have even looked at a woman like you! How can you cheat me! Just die ugly bitch!" the man thrashed the wire and punched his wife's abdomen.

"Ack! Aahh... h... aahh... I-... c-cant... anymore…" the woman groaned in pain as her knees grew weaker.

Her silky, long, midnight blue hair floated in the air as her face hit the cold floor. The 24 years old woman finally collapsed in the middle of the fight. The world around her was blurry, dark, and cold... as she watched her husband walked out of the kitchen after tossing the telephone wire on the tiled floor. Her ears couldn't hear her husband's curses or anything other than a throbbing sound of her own pulse. Her rapidly beating heart beat was the only sound that resonated through her whole body; painfully it kept reminding her that she was still unfortunately alive after getting so much battered by her husband.

Crystal clear and salty translucent tears which marred her vision prickled down and cascaded to her cheeks... as the woman sniffed chocking her sobs in her throat. She was shivering all over, both from the pain of being physically and sexually abused by her husband. He finds many reasons and the stupidest excuses to abuse her whenever he feels like it, and today was not an exception. She hugged her abdomen where his last punch had landed. The woman let out a shudder of moan as she felt unbearable amount of cramping pain jolting through her pelvic region and her rectum where her husband had raped few minutes before he started hitting her. She bit her quivering lower lip and clutched her eyes close; wishing so much that this was all a dream, a bad nightmare that she would do anything to wake up from. Her eyes slowly drifted to unconsciousness unable to take the intensity of the pain, Hinata finally faded into the welcoming embrace of darkness.

First time in her life, she regretted doing something like this. She regretted listening to her father Hiashi, and reluctantly breaking up her relationship with her childhood best friend to marry this man instead. She was so beautiful... once. So much beautiful that could get any girl secretly envying her and any man to desire her and fall victim to the charm of her smile. Hinata was once beautiful, literally 3 years ago before she married this widower who was with a 3 year old child from his previous marriage. All that costs for that man to buy her from Hyuuga Hiashi under the excuse of saving the failing business was a mere 52 billion yen.

And now her unparalleled beauty faded within the sadness of her present state, her flawless body is now covered with stripes inflicted by the wire he used to hit her and the scars from her husband's tortures visibly present on her epidermis... forever marking her as an abused wife. Burns from his cigarettes marred her perfect white skin. Her once diligently flushed pink hues of soft cheeks are adorned with redness of finger marks from slaps. The once shy but soft and gentle white marble eyes are fear stricken and blood shot with lack of sleep. From day one she stepped into the Sabaku household she knew something was wrong... the only one that seemed right and normal was Yashamaru-kun, Gaara's 3 year old son.

She knew that her husband Gaara had few problems growing up as a child to be treating her this way. At first, she thought she could cure him with love… if only she could love anyone else other than her ex-boyfriend she would have. Yet, the woman tried her best that she could, but it all went to no avail. She found out that Gaara had a step mother who abused him when he was young and his father was an ignorant parent. His step mother was reported to be mysteriously dead after 13 years being married to his father. She failed to see that he was far beyond the stage of curing. Hinata regretted that she had trusted him; in fact she was a fool for thinking that he was in love with her. On the night that they consummated the marriage, Gaara had acted violently to her for the first time once he learnt that she wasn't a virgin and had a previous relationship before the marriage. His tortures got intense as he never trusted her, stalking her while she rides her way to the market, to the Hashirama International University where she works as a lecturer and to the nursery home to pick Yashamaru-kun.

He humiliating her went on regularly; he slowly started his physical violence until her working colleagues started to notice the visible blue black marks beyond the layers of her make up on her face and limbs. He brings over women to depress her and only touched her once in a while when he was drunk. The man behaved tyrannically when he was angered, abusing her sexually in a painful manner. And finally it went down to the level of house arrest to ensure that she cannot contact her previous boyfriend or anyone.. Hinata now couldn't n go anywhere and had to take care of the 6 year old boy in the house. For one and a half years she had been living like a caged bird, nursing his son in that big mansion at Setagaya, one of Tokyo's suburban wards. She couldn't turn to anyone, her father never bothers her, her elder sister Hanabi was in overseas while now Neji is managing the company and wasn't really free to visit her. She definitely regretted it, for not choosing her boyfriend who treasured her most in his life. She knew she couldn't go back, and what was done is done.

'You deceived me with your beauty face! I bought a 52 billion yen worth of shit!'

'Those women are better than you! You were an already used trash why would I even consider touching you?'

'Ugly bitch, die!'

A tear streamed down to her dry cheek as her eyes flickered open.

"..-mmy... mommy! Mommy! Wake up! MOMMY!"

A little boy with brown hair and sea green turquoise coloured eyes shook the woman to wake her up. The little six years old hid himself under his bed inside his blanket, shivering with fear whenever his father beats up his mother. Hinata slowly propped herself up with her arms, taking in her son's fear stricken teary face... she groaned in pain as she struggled to sit up. She creased her face as she felt persistent, numbing pain at her lower back.

"Mommy! Mommy! I'm so scared!" the boy launched himself on his mother tightly clasping his arms around her neck.

She paced back a little and smiled sadly looking at the toddler, "Y-Yashamaru-kun, are you a-alright?"

The mother caressed her son as he looked up, she wiped his tears off his face, "Un! Mommy o-okay?"

Hinata chuckled darkly as Yashamaru wiped her tears off her cheeks sloppily, she whispered drily "I'm okay.. Yashamaru-kun, mommy's okay..."

She smirked looking at her son's face, the little boy smiled brightly at her with teary eyes. He was relieved for her, she knew. She restrained herself from flinching when her bruised skin contacts the boy while she hugged him tightly sharing her warmth to him, letting him know that she was there and he wasn't alone, she cradled the boy in her arms as she calmed him down hushing his sobs with her soft humming. He is a very good son, a total contrast to his father. He cared for her so much; he loved her so much but was still too afraid of his father. He was too smart for his age that she couldn't outwit him, whenever she tries to hide the bruise and scars from him or if she was sick, her son knew. She wanted the boy to be happy like the other kids; she knew Yashamaru doesn't deserve this kind of life. The little child deserved to be happy, indulged with parents love, carefree, playful, a little naughty.. But not full with fear, hatred and depression. Hinata's attention was drawn to her child's unhealthy childhood that made her worry; she failed to see his changing facial expression.

The woman scowled as she looked closely at what her son was pointing at, "M-mommy! Wh-what is this? I-its red!".

"u.. Huh?"

Hinata looked over between her thighs and legs; she gasped as terror strikes her when she saw a massive amount of clotted blood permeating through her lavender coloured knee length skirt. She snapped her head around finding a pool of red blood slowly accumulating around her on the floor. Hinata gulped down her gasps of breaths and focused on her main objective, her son. He was totally scared shitless when he found his mother all covered with blood; the little boy began to shrivel visibly, with panic dominated, agonized face. Surely he would've thought that she will die (well it is possible).

"MOMMY! B-BLOOD! ARE YOU REALLY OKAY! MOMMY, DON'T DIE DON'T LEAVE ME!" the boy cried hugging her so tightly.

Hinata tried to calm the boy down and hushed his cries, she stood up on her feet with much effort hiding her pain with a forced smile in her face she hugged the boy.

"Mommy's okay Yashamaru-kun, s-see? I'm o-okay.." she smiled.

The turquoise eyed boy looked up at his mother and asked with his breaking voice, "R-really?"

She smiled and hummed, "H-hm! Y… Yashamaru-kun, d-do you know w-where your father is?".

The sniffed and wiped off his snort with his sleeve while mumbling a "N… No, mommy…".

She sighed audibly and paced a step back, her back landing on the wall to support her weakening knees, the woman stood here silently as she watched the blood slowly pooling down her legs. She didn't want this to happen, this was the worst that could ever happen to a woman, she truly hated herself for being so weak, unable to stand for herself against her husband... unable to save this child from witnessing such cruelty, and unable to save a life that was blossoming inside her. It is gone. He or she… she didn't who know it was or the gender, but… it is finally gone.

Hinata tearfully bit her lips choking back a sob as she eyed Yashamaru and caressed his brunette hair and whispered to him with her newfound determination, "Y-Yasha-chan… could you p-please help mommy? C-could you bring mommy's cloths? I need a shower r-right now…"

The boy nodded chirping an 'okay' cheerfully and ran out of the kitchen disappearing in the night's darkness. As soon as she saw him leave the woman grimly walked into the shower while propping her arms onto the wall for support, her pain never seem to decrease and it made her body weaken even more. She wobbled while walking, sharps pain jolt through her abdomen and her lower back as she made her every step forward getting into the bathroom. Her breaths were slowly become heavier and she took in deeper gasps. Once she was in the shower, she discarded all her blood stained garments off her and let the water to wash the baby's blood off her. The woman shivered a little, letting out a soft sniffle… tears came out like a river flowing together with the flow of the cold shower.

She didn't want the boy to see her in this state, knowing Yashamaru, he would've guessed that something was wrong and would've been too worried. She gritted her teeth clutching her eyes tightly close, the woman hid her face in her palms; she sobbed loudly under the overpowering sound of shower, collapsing down on the tiled floor… not caring of anything anymore, not even the world mattered to her except for Yashamaru. The child she had treasured… inside of her is finally gone. The blood in between in tights kept on flowing out ceaselessly that it scared even her. Her pain kept on nudging her, kept on mocking her already weakened heart that one life that she treasured without even knowing who or how it was... is finally dead without even facing her, or even the world. What more cruel can it be than this? Her own body and her own fear had killed the child; she wasn't even fit to protect an unborn child on her own? She questioned herself, what kind of woman she was? Did she even deserve to be a mother? Someone so weak like her…

Hinata hugged her abdomen tightly bending down on her knees, facing the floor full of water with blood, her trembling fingers traced down on her womb. The woman continued sobbing and finally she wailed.

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Chapter 2 will be up soon.. This is a tribute for my SasuHina fans who are waiting for the updates of Games of Fate and Broken.. Don't worry they will be updated on the stipulated time!

Reviews please! (*_*)