Please Daddy, I've Been A Good Girl.
"Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries
Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries"-Britt Nicole, "When She Cries"
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'I'm a good girl. I'm a good girl. I'm a good GIRL!'
Sakura sits on her bed, rocking back and fourth.
Back
And
Fourth.
She doesn't stop.
'I'm a good girl.'
Tears running silently down her cheeks,
'I'm a good girl.'
Crashing onto her bed.
'I'm a good girl.'
Steps one…two…three…four…
'Please…oh god…please don't let him come here!'
Steps five…six…seven…eight…
'I'm a good girl. I was a good girl.'
Steps nine…ten…eleven…twelve…
'God please! Don't let him in!'
Steps thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…
'DON'T LET HIM IN!'
Silence.
'Oh god please!'
Sakura's doorknob turns; he walks in and slams the door behind him. Sakura doesn't look up.
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She knows who it is.
"Sakura, you w-weren't a g-good girl! You haven't b-been a good f-f-fucking girl!"
"No! I have! Please!"
"I t-told you! I told you t-to be a g-good fucking girl!"
"No please!"
He takes a chug from his bottle in his left hand, his Triple Sec Liquor lover.
His counterpart.
He lowers the bottle from his lips and looks at Sakura.
"I told you to b-be a good girl Sakura."
He walks towards her and stands next to her bed.
"You weren't a g-good girl. You know what I have to do now d-don't you?"
Sakura looks up; his eyes have nothing in them, no love, compassion, just anger and pleasure.
He raises his bottle above his head; she knows where it's going.
She whispers.
"Yes Daddy."
He takes his bottle, bashes it against her back.
'Please Daddy, I was a good girl.'
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Sakura wasn't a straight A student. She wasn't a star athlete, she wasn't anything special. Not in her eyes, or her Daddy's.
She had friends of course. She is sixteen, has a driver's license, has a job at the local mall in town. She needed to save money for insurance. School wasn't so, relaxing.
Girls that gossip about Sakura, start lies, call her names. Never once did Sakura call them names, or speak about them.
Sakura dreamed of becoming a writer, fiction writer. Creating worlds that didn't exist so others could live in them. Create stories that the readers could escape into. Create the life that she never got to have.
Daddy didn't like that. Didn't want Sakura to become a writer. It would cost a lot of money.
So Sakura wrote in journals, hid her secrets behind the thin little papers in the book. Where no one could ever read them. Ever find out about the horrible secrets that lie behind her emerald eyes, under her clothes. In her house.
Only Daddy knows.
God, no one could ever know.
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"Hey Sakura."
"Hey Sasuke."
"How are you?"
Truth? Or lie?
"Great. Yourself?"
Lying was always easier.
"Fine. Something wrong?"
Lie?
"Nah. Everything is great."
"Hn."
Sasuke had gained the reputation of the hottest-most-mysterious-most desired boy in school. Had the perfect hair, body. Had smarts. He was everything a girl wanted and want the other guys wanted to be. Except Sasuke never really gave girls the time of day.
Besides Sakura.
Sasuke was always kind, caring and patient with Sakura. He would never yell, accuse, shout, lie to Sakura.
To Sakura, he was her angel. She's told Sasuke this, but he doesn't believe in angels. Sakura didn't either. Until she meet Sasuke.
"Sakura why are you lying to me?"
'Damn.'
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop lying to me Sakura. I can't-,"
"Can't what?"
"I can't help if you keep lying to me."
"I'm not lying to you Sasuke. I'm great right now."
(Because,)
"What about when you're not?"
(I'm with you.)
Sakura doesn't reply.
"Sakura I can't help you if you don' tell me what's going on."
"It's not your problem Sasuke."
"Yes it is."
(He will always be involved,)
"No Sasuke," She turns away, "It's really not." And walks.
(Whenever she is.)
He follows.
"You can't get rid of me by just walking."
"Yes I can. Just don't follow."
(But he always will,)
"I'm going to follow you."
(He'll always follow her.)
"Why?"
(Because,)
"Why Sasuke?" And stops.
(He,)
"Why can't you stop?" And turns to him.
(Simply,)
He looks at the ground. Carefully choosing his next words.
(Can't,)
She waits.
(Stay,)
He doesn't speak. She leaves. He stays.
(Away.)
He whispers.
"You don't leave the person you love."
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She stands in front of her front door, debating whether or not to enter.
Even though she knows she has to.
Her watch flashes. It's 7:00 pm.
Daddy doesn't get home till 9.
Sakura inserts her key in the lock and turns. The door opens and Sakura walks into hell.
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It's 7:30.
Sakura's had her dinner which consisted of a taco and some rice. Leftovers. She sits at the dinner table. Alone.
It's 8.
Sakura goes to her bathroom and turns on her shower. She sheds her clothes and puts her iPod onto the speaker and blasts the music.
She washes her body and carefully. The soap runs over the scars and wounds that run on her back, arms and legs. Some sting, some don't. The ones that healed don't. It's just skin waiting to be hurt again.
'Oh god please.'
It's 8:30.
Sakura's dried her hair, changed into shorts and a t-shirt. She walks into her room, cleans it up and sits on her bed. It's almost time.
It's 8:55.
Sakura's phone vibrates on her nightstand. She picks it up and glances at the screen. It displays, "Sasuke's Cell." She presses the green little phone button and raises the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Sakura?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to tell me?"
Truth or Lie?
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Going to tell me why you won't leave me?"
Silence.
"Tell you what Sasuke. The day you tell me that, I'll tell you mine."
"Sakura-,"
She hears a click. She figures it's just the bathroom door opening from the window.
"What?"
There's creaking coming down from the hallway.
"Why won't you tell me? Don't you trust me?"
"It's not that Sasuke. It's just that there's nothing to tel-," Sakura's door bursts open.
'Oh god.'
The phone is still in her hand, pressed against her ear.
"Sakura? Sakura? Hello? Sakura?"
"Oh god."
"Sakura what's wrong?"
"Um nothing. I've got to go. Bye" She ends the call.
He just stands there. His right hand empty, his left holding his lover. Triple Sec Liquor.
'Oh god! Please! I was a good girl.'
"I was a good girl Daddy."
"N-no Sakura. You haven't been a g-good girl."
He walks into her room.
The door locks behind him.
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Written: (04-10-09)
~Renaissance