A/N: I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club or any of the Characters. This my first fanfic/long term writing project, so don't judge my short chapters. I'm pretty busy during the week, but will try to upload frequently! . Enjoy please!
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she slowly dragged her pink luggage through the busy airport. Each step was exaggeratedly slow, stretching out every last moment she had with her friends. Belinda, Nicolette an Snow followed, tears blurring their vision, as well.
"Haruhi," said Belinda, "what if we-"
"We can't, B." said Snow, cutting her off mid sentence. "We can't kidnap her, we can't hide her, we can't do anything, because her dad still has custody, and will come looking for her. We've already been over this."
"We can at least take another picture!" ,said the ever enthusiastic photographer, Nicolette, trying to lighten the mood. "I have my camera right here."
"When don't you have your camera, Nikki?" asked Haruhi jokingly. She set down her luggage on the conveyor belt, and prepared for what could be her last group hug with her friends. "How are we supposed to look for this one?" Nicolette paused for a moment, thinking.
"Natural." she said, "Nobody wipe your tears, just grab Haruhi and smile."
Haruhi sighed, remembering the last moment she had with her friends. It seemed like so long ago she was at her mother's funeral, wondering what was going to happen to her now that she had no home. A social service lady told her she had to move back in with her dad. That thought scared her more than she would ever admit to any one. Ronka, started out as the perfect father. He always defended her, picked her up when she fell, and tried to make every minute of her life magical. She didn't have a problem with the fact that he was a transvestite, or that he worked at one of the few transvestite bars in her small town. Everything was perfect until he started coming home smelling worse and worse. He would stagger in and yell at the slightest thing she or her mother did wrong. He started drinking more each day. Not long after, these changes occurred he started beating Haruhi and her mother. Haruhi had to wear dark stockings to cover the bruises. She went a whole summer wearing long sleeves and jeans. She took no trips to the beach, and flinched at every mistake she made. Growing accustomed to the sharp blow that usually followed.
Belinda was the only person outside the family who knew of her father's violent tempers. She had sworn not to tell any one and had kept true to her promise. She threatened to tell the police when Haruhi came to school with a black eye.
"Haruhi, if you don't tell somebody, I will" she'd said that day on the playground.
"No!" Haruhi practically shouted, "My mom just told him last night that unless he left and got his act together then she would tell somebody, so he got real mad, but now he's gone, so you don't have to worry. It's just that, we still love him and we want him to go back to the way he was when he was nice. The only way he can do that is if he goes to special meetings for people like him." Haruhi chuckled to herself, remembering her small seven year old voice. Those meetings started to work, she thought, holding the case of beer he sent her to pick up. Mom's death just through you right back out there, didn't it Dad?