i do now own ouran high school host club or its characters

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No one could hear her screaming, she had known this and yet, she had to try. But no matter what she did, he was stronger. He could hold her down like she was nothing. And he made her feel like nothing, like trash beneath his rough, disgusting hands. What was he going to do with her? Would he kill her when he was finished? Or leave her to wallow in the horrible memories he would leave her with?

Haruhi pushed and kicked but, somehow his hands still managed to find her pants pulling and tugging at the zipper. How did I get myself into this?, Haruhi thinks to herself, her head hurting slightly from the strain.

Oh I remember now…

I was walking home. I'm too poor to have a limo with a personal driver to take me home. It was too late for me to be walking home by myself since we had stayed late in the music room to work on a special upcoming event The Host Club was throwing. But it wasn't that dark and I didn't live far…

I was almost there, maybe only another mile left when I felt it. Someone was following me.

I knew him. He was a grade higher than me but he was popular. Maybe not Host Club popular but he had his own ring of girls that followed him. Did he live in the area? No… I have never seen him before and besides my side of town would not have any houses nice enough for someone of his families standing.

Then I felt it, the cold metal on the back of my head and all the light in my eyes went black.

Last thing I remember was feeling the cold snow of early December on my cheek.

Haruhi remembered now. He had hit her and brought her here. And now he was messing with the top of her pants.

"Stop it! What are you doing?" Haruhi said, pushing the boy away from her. "You can't do that to me."

"Who will ever know I did?" the boy said pressing the pipe he had hit Haruhi with against her neck cutting off some circulation but not enough to stop her air flow. "If any word of this gets out, you will not live to see the next morning's sunrise. I will have my dad's agents make sure of that."

She stopped. Something in his eyes scared her more than anything and Haruhi had the feeling he wouldn't think twice about hurting her bad, really bad.

She block it out, or as much as she could. She still felt the pain. The pain as he entered her, as he pushed the pipe against her neck, and, once he finished, as he hit her hard and left her bleeding and unconscious on the floor.

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Haruhi woke up later that night. Her head was pounding but the bleeding from her body had stopped. Okay, so I'm not dead.

She found her school bag and her little compact mirror she always carried in it. Haruhi wasn't one for makeup but her father insisted that appearances count for a lot so she took it for emergencies. Her hair covered the bruises left by the pipe and no one would know about the other place she was feeling pain if she didn't let on.

It took her a minute to gain her balance back but soon she took off towards her home.

Haruhi's dad was not home yet. He works nights at a transvestite bar, and mornings at a local grocery store working to pay her tuition. Even though she couldn't tell him, because her dad would never just let it go even with the threat the boy had made, she wanted someone right now to talk to.

Haruhi couldn't let it hurt her outside, in the world, where everyone could see. Yes it was dark but there was always a chance someone could pass her by while she was in that state, and then, how would she explain that? She couldn't and he wouldn't let her. The boy had mad that perfectly clear.

But now, in the comfort and protection of her own room, who would see her? Haruhi could let the overflowing emotions out here, where she was safe…

Safe…

Would she ever be safe again….?