MY LOVELY COOKIE CAKES I'M SO SORRY! I know I've been lazy, and should have updated. I hope you can forgive me.

I froze. My mind was screaming at me to run. But I was frozen. My legs were stiff and my heart thumped like a drum. Something bad must have happened.....he has never come to my school before.

I harden my resolve and walked towards him. I couldn't run away from something that was unavoidable.

"Father?..." I ask softly.

He seems lost in thought, smiling fondly at one of the benches. He forgot his anger towards me and drifted towards it, with me trailing behind him. He stroked it softly muttering about meeting my mother here.

My eyes widen with understanding. Mom...he met her here. I don't really know how they fell in love, it's always been a mystery to me.

"Father, why did you come here?"

His eyes snap to me hardening on contact. Then he gives me giant phony smile. It's so fake, almost as fake as Sai's smile. He's this guy in my art class who calls me an old hag and ugly. He's harmless though.

"Well I have wonderful news! On my last business trip, I met a rich man named Sam, who I showed a picture of you to. He said he'd be willing to give me a million dollars to give you to him."

My mouth opened but no words came out. How could he? I know he doesn't love me...but this? Trading his own flesh and blood for money. That's just wrong.

"You'll do this for your daddy right? Think of it as a way of repaying me for taking care of you."

"...."

My face scrunches up in disgust. Taking care of me? You call hitting me taking care of me?!

"I knew you wouldn't​ disappoint me. I'm your dad, your only parent left. Of course you'd do what I want you to-,"

"No," I say interrupting him.

"What did you just say," he hissed out in anger.

I hold my ground. He's ruled my life for far too long.

"I'm not going to be some sex slave for a rich bastard who's probably like 50 years old. I'm not an object you can sell!"

"I'm your father! You should help your father! You know we're having money issues."

"That's because you spend all your money on prostitutes and alcohol! And your not my father! You haven't been my father in years."

"GGAHHH! HE MAKES ME SOOOO MAD! I hope he goes to hell and burns for all eternity!!! Hahahahhahahahahahahaha!" Inner shouts, sounding insane.

"Ok?" I say back, wondering why I responded.

I start to walk away from my dad, until his arm painfully grips my arm.

"You're not leaving," he says his dark brown eyes flashing with anger and a hint of another emotion. Regret?

"Watch me!" I say, tugging my arm out of his grip.

"You little..." He says, starting to lift a hand up to hit me.

I close my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my cry.

"What do you think you're doing?" A voice says, chilling me to the bone. There's literally no emotion leaking into it. It's monotone. But that's not the scary part. It's that I recognize that voice.

I open my eyes to see Gaara. He's giving the coldest glare to my dad. He is standing in front of me in a protective way.

"She told you to leave. Go or else."

"...Why would I be scared of kid like you?" Father asks, but his voice is trembling.

Gaara suddenly launches a knife at him, causing my father to gasp and fall to the ground. The knife lodges itself in the maple tree behind him.

"Next time I won't miss. Now leave," Gaara growled out.

My father nodded numbly. Hurrying to his car and driving off.

I felt the adrenaline exiting my body, leaving me exhausted. Tears started to stream from my eyes. It was over. My torment.

I wobbled a bit, before Gaara pulled my into his arms. I clutched him like a lifeline. I cried into his shoulder, letting all the sadness, anger and fear out.

Once I stopped crying I sniffled sheepishly when I saw Gaara's wet shoulder.

"Sorry about soaking you," I say scratching my neck. A habit I picked up from Naruto.

"It's fine," he assured.

Gaara and I started talking and I told him about my past. About my mother's death, my father's rage, my sister running away. About the bullying I endured. In turn, I learned that Gaara's mom died giving birth to him, which made his father hate him. His siblings​ hated him too for awhile, but stopped after a while.

"In a way we're they same," I say smiling.

"Yeah..." He says, but he's not really paying attention.

He's too busy staring at me.

"Is there something on my face?" I ask rubbing at my mouth.

"No," he says with a chuckle.

"Ok then what is it?"

"You're just so beautiful."

I flush pinker than my hair, and twiddle my thumbs.

"Thanks," I say shyly.

"Well we should start heading home," he says.

"Oh crap! We're am I going to go?! He'll kill me if I go back there," I say frantically.

"You can stay with me. I'm sure Temari and Kankouro will be fine with it."

"You really mean it? Thanks so much Gaara!" I say giving him a big hug.

He tenses up, but relaxes after a second and slowly wraps his arms around me.

"Your welcome," he whispers.

To be continued....