I felt like writing something different to the other stories, so here we are. First chapter done… Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to CLAMP. Yep.

Chapter 1

The life Sakura knew wasn't a pretty one. Each day she came home to her abusive father and uncaring mother, and each day was the same endless cycle. If she wasn't home by a specific time, she was beaten. If she messed a simple task up, she was beaten. She was forced to do all the shopping and house work-treated like a slave. Her brother, Touya, didn't put up with it; he left and found a job in another town. Sakura's only comfort was being with her best friend and boyfriend, Syaoran. They'd been together since they were fifteen, and they were nearly seventeen.

Syaoran lived on his own as his parents worked overseas, so he received income through them fortnightly. He'd spoken to Sakura about her moving out, but she refused. She said if she tried the abuse would get worse, and Syaoran didn't want Sakura to be in any more danger than she already was.

However as the months went by, the abuse started to get worse. One day Sakura showed up to school with a fractured wrist and bruises all over her arms. "Sakura? What happened to your wrist?" Syaoran's eyes filled with worry as he saw the bandaged wrist. "I tripped and fell…" she whispered quietly. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Syaoran embraced her. "That's not what really happened, is it?" his voice was warm and soothing, something that always made Sakura collapse into him and tell him anything. A gentle kindness that no one else had. Sakura shook her head. "Dad…" Sakura choked on the word, as if it was vomit. "Sakura, we need to do something. You can't let him push you around forever." Syaoran wanted to help her, but he couldn't do that without her consent. "But it will just get worse…" more tears fell down Sakura's face. "The only reason it's getting so bad right now is because you're not doing anything about it. Sakura, please." He pleaded. Sakura didn't know if she wanted to, however she knew he was right. "Syaoran…" Sakura turned her head away and didn't know what to say. She hated the violence, and she hated the verbal abuse from her mother, but she was afraid of what would happen to her if she tried to do anything about it.

"You should at least seek advice from the faculty Sakura."

"I'm afraid…"

"I know, but you can't let this go on…"

"Only if you're with me…"

Sakura needed the reassurance from him, needed him to tell her that he'd go with her. He smiled gently at her. "Of course I will." He said. Sakura felt comforted immediately and smiled back at the one person she truly loved and trusted. He would never betray her and she knew it.

Sakura decided she'd go after classes for the day were over, but a phone call on her mobile changed her plans. Sakura pulled her phone out; a small touch phone which was given to her as a present along with an expensive bottle of perfume from Syaoran. Her hand shook as she looked down at the number, recognising it as her home phone-it was most likely her father. Tears formed in her deep green eyes as she answered and held it to her ear. "H-Hello?" she stammered, trying to get her voice under control. The voice at the end of the line was indeed her father. "Go and get more alcohol, I've run out!" the angry voice at the other end said. "I-I thought that there were still a few more bottles in the b-basement…" Sakura was frightened, and Syaoran could hear it in her voice. "You know the consequences if you don't bring it back!" Sakura's face went pale upon hearing her father's violent words. "y-yes…" she replied. Her father hung up and Sakura just let the tears flow. She couldn't carry the amount of alcohol she knew her father wanted, due to her injured wrist. "Sakura…" Syaoran embraced her with his strong arms. "I can't get away from him…" Sakura whimpered. Syaoran held her tightly and comforted her. "Shh, we will get you out of this."

After school Sakura walked to the liqueur store with Syaoran. She walked in and was greeted by Tomoyo, a kind young girl who always smiled. She'd been friends with Sakura for a while, and knew about her situation at home. Sakura gave a weak smile at her friend, who looked at Syaoran and gave him a sad look. They were both thinking the same thing: If only the abuse would stop, then she'd live a better life.

Sakura went and had a look for the alcohol she knew her father wanted, while Syaoran stood and spoke to Tomoyo. "What happened to Sakura's wrist?" Tomoyo asked sadly. "Her father." Syaoran replied.

"Poor thing, I hope she gets herself out of this mess soon."

"I'll take her to speak to the teacher's tomorrow morning."

"Let's hope all goes well…"

Sakura was shocked to find that they were out of the alcohol she was asked to get. She started shaking as she walked over to Syaoran. Syaoran turned his head as she approached, and saw that she was shaking. "Sakura, what's wrong?" He asked grabbing her hands. "Out of stock…" she whispered. Syaoran's face went pale. He knew what would happen as soon as she got home. The next store was a half hour walk from the school, and Sakura always had to be home by a certain time after school to make dinner. They wouldn't be able to make it there and back to Sakura's in time. "Sakura, I'm coming home with you." Syaoran immediately said. "What if you get hurt…?" Sakura whispered.

"I can handle myself, don't worry." Syaoran smiled.

For Sakura, the walk home felt far too short. She walked into her house, and found an unfriendly welcoming waiting for her. Her father called her into the lounge room, where he was sitting on the couch smoking. Syaoran waited by the door, as Sakura didn't want him to come in in fear of him getting hurt. He listened to the angry, violent man speak to his daughter. "Where is it?" he asked. Sakura's words became stuck in her throat and couldn't answer. "umm…" was all she could say. "Speak up girl!" he said angrily.

"They were out of stock…" she replied softly.

"What did you say?"

"T-The store was out of stock…" she stammered.

"So you couldn't get your lazy ass down to the next store?"

"Y-you want me to be home by a certain time…I-if I did then I'd be home late…"

"Are you saying this is my fault?!" he shouted. He stood up and grabbed her injured wrist. Sakura's eyes widened with fear.

"N-no sir!"

"How about I snap your wrist to teach you a lesson?" Sakura could smell his disgusting breath and held her breath for a few seconds. Tears formed in her eyes and started to run down her cheeks. "Please…forgive me!" she cried. However her father did not listen. He bent her wrist at an unusual angle, and Sakura felt the bones snapping. She was sure she could hear them snap too. She screamed in pain, and Syaoran came running in. He saw the state of her wrist and jumped into action. Sakura was close to fainting, and Syaoran could clearly see this as he caught her slumping body and punched her father in the nose, hearing a satisfying crack and letting go of his daughter's broken wrist before injuring it any further. He clutched his bleeding nose and looked at his attacker. "Who are you, boy!?"

"Someone who actually cares about Sakura." Syaoran spat. Sakura's angry father glared at Sakura, then pushed Syaoran aside and picked her up by the hair, and before Syaoran could do anything, punched her in the side of the head and dropped her on the ground. Syaoran was disgusted that any parent would even do this to their child. Did he have no shame? Syaoran punched Sakura's father hard in the gut, and watched as he stumbled backwards over something and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table, knocking himself unconscious. Sakura's mother stood at the entrance of the lounge room with a horrified look on her face, and ran upstairs away from the scene just as the police came bursting through the door.

The officer in charge sent two officers upstairs to get Sakura's mother, who came back down the stairs in handcuffs and verbally abusing the officers escorting her out to one of the police cars. The head officer walked over to where Syaoran and Sakura were. She knelt down next to Sakura and felt for a pulse, and sighed in relief. They'd gotten there in time.

Poor Sakura ;_; Review? Can't wait to write chapter twoooo :D