Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Just your average couple... ❯ Sakura's escape ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

(it's an addiction, I just have to keep on going…)

 

Sakura ran down the empty streets as fast as she could. Her right cheek stung. She still felt as if she was in front of Toya, as if he was still hitting her. She choked back tears of grief, skidding across the slippery roads. Rain poured down from the heavens, soaking her to the bone.

 

She could only think of one place to go, everything else was voided from her mind. The one person who she truly trusted, the one person whom she would give her heart to.

 

Her shoeless feet stung as they hit the asphalt. Her eyes burned with tears and her heart beat erratically in her chest. She had to get away. She had to get as far away as possible.

 

Sakura found herself in front of Syaoran's mansion-like house. Her breath caught in her throat. She choked back tears of anguish as she raised her hand to knock on the door.

 

The door opened as she brought her hand to it.

 

And she was looking into Syaoran's deep, brown eyes.

 

He seemed taken aback to see Sakura in this state. In his hand, he held a garbage bag. He was in plaid pajamas, his hair all over the place.

 

“S-Sakura?” He asked, yawning. “W-what are you doing here? I-it's late. How'd you get here, anyways? Your home is halfway across the city.”

 

“I-I,” Sakura choked, tears flowing freely. “I couldn't think of any other place to go…”

 

Concern washed over Syaoran's features, “what's wrong? What happened, Sakura?”

 

“H-he… Toya…” was all that Sakura could say.

 

Understanding dawned on Syaoran, he didn't ask any more, “come on inside, Sakura, no need to explain.” He ushered the shaken girl into the house.

 

Even though it was three in the morning, Syaoran remained awake. The garbage bag lay in the foyer, as it would stay until Syaoran was assured that Sakura was alright. For now, she wasn't fine. He could see it in her eyes, something dreadful must have happened.

 

They sat on his couch, in silence. Sakura's wet clothes stuck to her skin, mixed with mud and sweat. After an eternity of silence, Sakura looked to Syaoran: “oh… your couch… I-I-.”

 

“Don't worry about it,” he reassured, placing a hand on hers. “I'll clean it up later.”

 

Sakura sniffled, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her soaking wet hair dampened Syaoran's pajamas.

 

“Oh… now you're wet…” Sakura sniffled, sliding away from him.

 

“It doesn't matter, Sakura,” Syaoran said, looking into her vacant eyes. “You need to feel better…”

 

He sat there, twiddling his thumbs for about another eternity.

 

Sakura looked to him sadly, trying to think of what to say.

 

“He hit me, he slapped me across the face…” Sakura whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I-I said he was a jerk, just like father…”

 

“Oh, Sakura…” Syaoran sighed, sliding next to her. He placed an arm on her shoulder and lifted her up and onto his lap.

 

She sat there, nuzzling his neck, her arms wound loosely around his neck. Silence engulfed the room and all that one could hear would be their bated breathing.

 

After the longest stretch of silence, Syaoran said softly: "would you like some clothes to borrow? You're shivering."

 

Sakura nodded slowly, nestling herself deeper into Syaoran's neck. He carried her up a flight of stairs and into his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, disappearing in his walk-in closet. he emerged with a new set of pajamas on. "Sakura? I have some of my sister's old clothes in here, too. Want to pick something out?"

 

Sakura shook her head. "Whatever, I don't have a preference."

 

"OK," Syaoran said softly, not saying anything else. He walked back into the closet, re-emerging with a silk bathrobe - and a silk slip dress.

 

Sakura nodded at the pajamas, grabbing them from Syaoran. He shot her a worried glance as she walked wordlessly out of the room. After five minutes, she returned.

 

Syaoran's jaw literally dropped. Sakura looked... amazing. Her hair hung loosely over her face and the pajamas fit perfectly, perfectly. It accentuated every curve, every dip on her body. The bathrobe just added to the beauty of her, cherry blossoms decorating it. She stood in the doorway sullenly, unsure of what to do next. Syaoran shot her a warm, comforting glance, placing a hand on the bedspread. Sakura walked to the bed slowly, finally resting on the soft bed.

 

Syaoran put his hand on hers. She smiled, looking at her bare feet.

 

Syaoran leaned over to kiss Sakura, but stopped, noticing the dilapidated state of her feet. He slid off of te bed and lifted her feet up by the shins, so as to not hurt her feet any more. She gasped as he ran a finger down her foot. He ran out of the room hurridly, rushing back to Sakura with some bandages. He took an antiseptic wipe and a towel with warm water on it. He wiped up the blood on her feet, and then placed the warm cloth on the soles of her feet.

 

Sakura fought back tears, her feet stinging every time Syaoran touched her.

 

Syaoran wrapped the bandages on her feet, kissing each toe gingerly. His kisses migrated from her toes to her knees, and then to her thighs. Sakura stiffened up as Syaoran's lips got to the brim of the dress.

 

He lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

 

He laid her down on the bed, covering her loosely with the blankets.

 

"Goodnight, Sakura, sweet dreams."