Hi :) So, if you read SasuSaku stories, you may know me. If you don't... Hey, I'm SapphireRivulet. Basically, this is my new project. Updates will be spontaneous, there is no set storyline in my head, and we'll just see how it goes, aye? This story is seriously not for the faint of heart. Please don't read it if you're just going to tell me I'm a horrible person. Anyway, I hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I make a profit from my stories. I own the plot of my stories, and my stories. They are written purely for entertainment purposes only.
I wasn't always like this.
When I was younger, I was happy. I was so happy. My family was well off, I had a little sister whom I loved, a father who cared for me… At least, I thought he had. My mother had died when I was still very young. I barely remember her.
I wonder if she would have believed me, had I told her.
When I was eight years old, my uncle Hizashi moved into our home, after a rough divorce with his wife.
When I was eight years old, my father stopped listening to me.
I was only eight years old when my uncle first raped me.
The Blood of Ivory
It was dark, when he first came into my room, and I was almost asleep. We'd had guests over that afternoon, and my sister, Hanabi, my cousin, Neji, and I had worn ourselves out from running around with our friends. I remember hearing my door open and close, but the lights didn't turn on. I'd thought that that was strange, at the time.
"Who is that?"
"It's your uncle, sweet heart."
"Uncle Hizashi! What're you doing in here?"
"You've got to keep your voice down, sweet heart. Daddy might wake up. I have a surprise for you. But it's just between you and me. You don't want daddy to find out about it, do you?"
"No, uncle Hizashi."
"That's a good girl."
I remember the sound of a buckle being undone, and the sound of fabric moving as he removed his pants.
"I want you to take your underpants off, sweet heart."
"Because I said so."
Blindly, trustingly, foolishly, I obeyed. Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I'd called out to my father. I'd thought he was just going to take me in to have a bath with Neji, at the time. It had been so late when we were put to bed, the adults hadn't even thought about it.
"Sweet heart, you can't make a sound now. I won't be happy with you, if you do. And daddy will be very angry."
When he forced his way inside me, I thought he'd stabbed me. I'd started to cry, asking him what he was doing.
"This is a necessary part of growing up, sweet heart."
I didn't want to grow up.
Nine years old, and still, every night he'd 'stab' me.
Ten years old, and I could identify his 'knife'.
Eleven years old, and I found out what sex was.
Twelve years old, and my teacher got extremely disturbed by a comment I'd made in class.
"Miss, is it normal for people to start having sex when they're eight?"
"No, it is not, Hinata. Why would you ask such a thing?"
"Oh… My uncle said that it was okay."
Two weeks later, the Police came to our house, and took my uncle away to jail. I had thought that that would be the end of it.
That is, until my father came into my room one afternoon, holding a small package in his hand. He handed it to me, and I was confused. My father had never given me presents. Not unless it was my birthday or Christmas. He'd told me to open it, and I did.
Inside was a silver locket. I opened it at his prompts, and there lay a picture of my uncle Hizashi, and my cousin Neji, smiling at the camera. On the other side of the locket were the words 'Nobody loves a liar.'
The next day, my uncle was released from prison, at my confession that I was lying.
Freedom for three weeks, before the nightmare began again.
Thirteen years old, and my friends had admired me for knowing so much about sex.
Fourteen years old, and I started to get my period.
Fifteen years old, and my uncle made me go on the pill, complaining about 'extreme cramps'.
Sixteen years old, and I learnt how to say 'no'.
Seventeen years old, and I tried to escape one last time.
"Yes, Hinata? Is there something that you need?"
"Miss, I… I need your help."
"What can I do for you, Hinata?"
"Miss, I need to get out of my house."
"Why do you say that, Hinata?"
"It… It's because… You're not going to get angry at me, are you?"
"Why would I do that, Hinata?"
"B… Because my father got angry at me… When I was Twelve and I said it… Just… Please don't think I'm lying, miss."
"I promise to listen to you, Hinata."
"My… My uncle… Since I was eight… I didn't know, I didn't understand…"
"What's wrong, Hinata?"
"My uncle has raped me almost every night since I was eight years old, Miss."
I didn't go home that night.
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