My Snippets: Part 1

Fight or Flight

Shake. Rattle. Shake.

'Pant. Huff. Pant.'

Pound. Bang. Pound.

"I know you're in there! Open this damn door!" The violent rattling continued and tears began to slowly stream down the sides of her pale cheeks as she pressed her back as tightly against the door as she possibly could; stretching her legs out and in front of her in a feeble attempt to find purchase against the countertop across from her but she was just shy of reaching it. She thought of her husband, of her family, of his family, of her friends and coworkers.... 'Will I make it out of this thing alive? Will I ever get to see them again...' A second voice on the other side of the door filled her with dread.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing man," the newcomer grumbled, though the sound of his voice was slightly muffled due to the door that stood between them.

"She's in here. I can hear that bitch; she's talking to someone. We can't have any live witnesses. I won't go back to jail."

"Come on, she hasn't even seen us yet. Let's just grab a few more things and get out of here while we still can!"

"No. I won't let there be any witnesses. I won't let her live." His tone was gravely and dark; sending cold shivers racing down Sakura's spine.

"I'm not getting involved. You do what you got to do man, but I didn't sign up for that shit. I'm out." As soon as one pair of footsteps moved away; the pounding continued. 'How did he know I was in here? Does he know who I am or is this just a coincidence...'

"I said open this damn door you stupid bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you!" He must be nuts if he thinks that threat will cause her to open the door; who in their right mind would, knowing that would be their fate.

"P-please... hurry!" Sakura cried into the phone; forgoing her attempts to remain as silent as possible when the sounds of the wooden door splintering from the pressure of the man on the other side started behind her.

Crack.

Snap.

Splinter.

"Ma'am, the police officers are right around the corner from your house. What's happening?"

"He's breaking down the bathroom door!" Sakura quickly shuffled across the tiled floor; switching her position so that she could face the man head on as soon as he entered. She lowered the phone to the ground, though she continued to hear the 9-1-1 operator speaking but she ignored it as she cocked the small gun and readied it; just like her husband had taught her. She then brought the firearm up with slightly shaky hands and took a slow, measured breath; waiting.

...flashback...

"It's okay to shoot them Sakura," he said as he caressed her cheek gently; pulling her head up so that she was forced to look him in the eyes. "The law around here states that if someone breaks into your home you have a right to defend yourself. You can't hesitate though. Seconds could mean life or death in a situation like that. Remember to aim well."

...end of flashback...

As the final pieces of their bathroom door began to fall in and the dark, sadistic face of a large male figure peered at her through the broken slats of wood; a glint of silver shining brightly as he lifted his hand towards her, (his own weapon pointed directly at her) she had lifted her weapon up and in front of her face within seconds and without thinking twice, she pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Only a single shot was fired, seconds before the cops swarmed and entered her home. The first person she saw after the ordeal was her brother-in-law who immediately scooped her small frame up and into his strong arms before carrying her out of the house and into the darkness of the night.

He carried her past the broken pieces of wood that were scattered across the floor...

...past the body that was lying only feet away from where it all happened....

...the body that was lying completely motionless on the ground. His cold dead eyes staring up at the ceiling; unblinking.

Later, the would-be robber was pronounced dead on the scene.

The single bullet she had fired, pierced directly through the center of his heart.

Sakura was shaking as Itachi wrapped his jacket around her shoulders; but she was able to give the man a soft smile as a thank you; which he responded to with a simple nodded. "Are you alright, Sakura?" His tone was full of concern as he stepped closer to her; shielding her view of the house with his tall frame.

She continued to stare ahead but respond with a whispered reply. "I-I think I will be..."

"You were very brave tonight you know."

"N-not really." Itachi gave her quirked smile as he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture and returns his smile the best that she could.

"Sasuke's on his way. He was out on another call when we got the one about you being in trouble." Just as the last words left his lips, another cop car came barreling down the street; it's bright lights flashing and the siren wailing.

Sakura felt her heart leap into her throat as her husband quickly jumped from the driver's side as soon as the vehicle came to a complete stop; followed quickly by his partner. The pinkette was quickly enveloped in a strong, tight entrance and melted against him as he held her close; she could hear his heart pounding loudly as her ear pressed against his chest. "Sakura, I... I was so fucking worried about you. When I heard what happened...," his deep voice was muffled by her hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her scalp. Sakura wrapped her arms around him and held him close; her nose taking in his familiar scent and she felt comforted in every way by this strong man.

When someone cleared their throat loudly; the young couple pulled away slightly to see a lanky looking officer standing next to them. "I checked the house. We could only find one male suspect but the operator said that you informed them of two?"

Sakura nodded her head in the affirmative. "Yes. I could hear them arguing upstairs. I'm not sure what happened to the other one. He must have run off before you got here."

"Don't worry," the officer said, giving her a gentle smile. "We will find him. It seems like they broke out of jail just a few days ago and have been on the run since. Sasuke, you're one of the officers who originally arrested the deceased one and we think that maybe he could have been targeting you from the very beginning. Possibly waiting for you to leave for work before attempting to make his move." Sasuke nodded; understandingly.

"Thank you." The man gave Sakura a reassuring smile once more before quickly walking away; leaving the couple alone once more. Sasuke grasped her chin between his hands gently and pulled her face up so that he could inspect her for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine dear. They didn't touch me." She placed her palms on top of his and looked up at him; meeting his dark gaze with a silent plea. "I... I did what you said. I didn't hesitate.... even though I was scared out of my wits," she tried to ease the tension with slight humor and released a nervous chuckle as she squeezed his hands.

Sasuke released her and brushed away a few stray tears that clung to her skin with his thumbs before giving her a warm, gentle smile; one that softened his harsh features. "That's my girl."

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This was somewhat based off of a real life 9-1-1 call but with a few twist from me.