Author's Note- Here's the second chapter of Fangirl Angel! Please enjoy!
Disclaimer-OHSHC does NOT belong to me. Miri-chan does. :D
Fangirl Angel
Miri's POV
Damn it. Why did he have to be so freaking beautiful? And kind.. Gentle... Protective...
Snap out of it Mirin. You need to prepare yourself. If Mam finds out you've been making friends, she'll kill you. Act normal. Get rid of the tears. No blushing.
You aren't a normal girl. You can't make friends, you can't keep people safe. Anyone you are close to will end up dying because you are the most horrid person on this planet! I should've drowned you in the river that took your brother because of your stupidity!
Mam's words echoed through my head, and I flinched, as if she were right beside me screaming it in my ear.
I parked my car in front of the small, beat up house, and got out slowly. I groaned. The lump she'd left on my right leg was still painful, though it was easier to hide it at school.
Mam stood at the window, looking out at me with a glare that promised large amounts of punishment.
"Where the hell were you wench? It's after four, it only takes you ten minutes to drive here from Ouran, and school gets out at 3:30. Don't lie to me, little whore!" Mam screamed, as she came forward and slapped me, dropping the curtains and shutting the door in the process. She punched me in the gut, and I wavered for a moment, barely staying on my feet.
Don't flinch, onineko. You are strong. You will survive. Ah. That voice is back.
I am not a fucking demon kitty!
Tut, my dear. Prepare yourself. She is about to strike once more.
I came back to reality just as my mother struck.
"You insolent little bitch! Pay attention to your mother! Nevermind that, I'm not your mother. You are a horrid piece of filth that deserves to be flushed down the drain!" She screamed. I forced myself to not back down. She grabbed a glass bottle and smacked me with it. The glass cut into my skin, and I wobbled with the force of the hit. She kicked me sharply in the leg, and I tumbled down. She kicked me in the stomach a few times, and I could feel the blood bubbling up in my throat. I coughed, and blood droplets lingered on my lips.
"Get out of my house!" Mam shrieked, as she pushed me out of the front door. I sighed. That would be the last time I would be able to return there. The home I grew up in. Another sigh.
I climbed the tree beside my window slowly on one foot, since my left leg now hung uselessly and was hurting extremely, and began stuffing my essentials in a couple of bags. Clothes, money, a bit of food. My books especially. She would burn all of them.
I shimmied back down the tree with a heavy load, but I suffered in silence. Ah, fuck. Blood was trickling down my face. And it wasn't stopping. I coughed, and a bit more blood spattered my clothes.
Damn. Couldn't go walking around like this. Where the hell could I go to get myself cleaned up? Jesus... Mam really did it this time.. I could just go to the police and have her turned in. But no... I couldn't do that.. She was the only person I had left, besides Tamaki and Uncle Yuzuru.
Tamaki. I could go to him and he wouldn't say anything. Of course he'd freak out a bit, but he would keep it quiet.
I would just need to find my way there... Wait. My car! The keys were still in my pocket! I could just sneak up there, hop in, and drive away! It'd be perfect since she has her own! I'm a genius!
But when I saw that Mam was standing outside our home, a beer in her hand, I realized that I was screwed. If she saw me, I was dead. And back to walking... On one leg.
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A few hours later I stood in front of Tamaki's home, weary and blood soaked. Fuck... I rang the doorbell, and amazingly Tamaki himself opened it. I could hear a movie playing in the background, and if I just glanced past him I saw Haruhi sitting on the couch, staring at the door in shock.
"Mi-chan? What the hell happened to you? I swear to God if this was Yosh's doing I'll murder him!" Tamaki snapped, instantly going into his protective mode.
"It was my mom Ta-chan. Please, calm down. I just need somewhere to stay.. She kicked me out... And I think my leg is broken. I practically crawled here," I whispered. "Something is busted inside of me too. Ta-chan.. Help me..." And then I blacked out.
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"Kyo-chan, will she be okay? She looks so pale."
"Mitsukuni, she's coming to," A female voice whispered. What the hell? Did Mori-chan turn into a girl?
"Miri." Someone sighed, and I felt fingers brush my face. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feeling of his touch.
"Mi-chan, I know you're awake. Come on now honey. Open your eyes," Ta-chan whispered in my ear. I sighed, then opened my eyes, flinching at the light.
"Miri," Mori-chan murmured, as he pulled me up into a hug. Ooh... Shit.
"Mori-chan." I couldn't stop his name from escaping my lips, and he pulled back, once he realized he'd been hurting me.
"Are you okay now Miri? What the hell happened to you? Who did this? I'll rip them apart!" Mori-chan snapped, talking more than I'd ever heard.
"Mori-chan, I can't explain it now," I whispered, before coughing slightly. No blood came up, and for that I was glad.
"Mirin-san, you were really hurt. Your leg is broken, and one of your ribs cracked. One of the shards entered your blood stream and that's what caused the bleeding. You're going to have a permanent scar on your face," Kyoya said. I sat up.
My hand reached up of its own accord, and traced the skin Mori-chan had been touching. Dear God...
"Let me see it," I said. Mori-chan grabbed my chin in his hand, and his grip was gentle, firm, and warm.
"Miri, wait a moment. This... This scar is not something to be ashamed of, okay? Don't freak out," Mori-chan whispered. He held up a mirror slowly, and I angled myself to see into it.
Heh. Mori-chan obviously didn't kn.. know me.
Good God.. Is.. Is that me? The scar? Wha...
"Mi-chan, are you okay?" Ta-chan asked quietly, as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"It's... It's... Why? B-But.. Mori-chan?" My voice wavered as my eyes filled with tears. Mori-chan and Ta-chan shared a look before Mori-chan pulled me towards him.
Mori-chan shushed me, and I could sense his worry. Warmth poured out of him, and I couldn't help but snuggle into his chest.
"What the hell is wrong with this picture?" A female voice drifted past my ear, and I glanced up to see a short girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, and dark blue eyes.
"Ayumu! This girl is hurt!" The other girl who had called Hani-chan Mitsukuni.
"Asuka! Mori-senpai is hugging a girl! Why can't you see the weirdness in this situation? He never talks to anyone really, let alone hug them!" Ayumu exclaimed incredulously. Mori-chan sighed, then gave Ayumu a look. She raised an eyebrow at him, then turned to the boy beside her, whose hood was pulled up over his face.
"Neky-chan, isn't it weird that Mori-senpai is hugging someone?"
The boy shook his head, then threw his hood back.
"I know this girl. She's a good person. Mori-senpai is lucky to have her," The boy said, and I realized that it was Nekozawa.
"Hello Umehito-san," I whispered, before giving him a polite head bob.
"How are you feeling, Mirin-san?" He asked. I gave him a thin smile, then touched the scar.
"I've felt worse," I murmured, catching Mori-chan's gaze for a moment, then looking away. His eyes were narrowed, and I could sense something boiling inside of him.
"Everyone, I need to tell you something. Mori-senpai, stay with Mirin-san, and make sure she stays comfortable," Kyoya said, as he ushered everyone out.
Mori-chan watched them go with still-narrowed eyes. When he turned back to me, I flinched back from the anger flowing out of him.
"Miri, don't lie to me. What the hell happened to you? I swear to God, if that guy Yosh Tamaki told me about did this, I'll rip him apart! You couldn't imagine how worried I was when Tamaki called Kyoya freaking out. I just happened to be there, thank God," Mori-chan said, his voice low and angry.
"Mori-chan, this is something between me and my cousin. I can't tell you who did this to me.. Because.. Because y-ou gu-guys might h-have t-to me-meet my fa-father," I sniffled, before tears spilled out of my eyes once more.
Mori-chan froze for a moment before tugging a strand of my hair.
"I'm sorry for making you cry. You don't have to tell me, Miri," He whispered. I reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling it close to me. I should've stopped, made my love for him less obvious, but he was Mori-chan, and he probably already knew.
I heard his sigh before his arms wrapped around me lightly.
"What am I going to do about you Miri? You just latch onto me and I don't want to let go," Mori-chan murmured. His grip tightened to prove his point.
"Don't let go then. Please, don't let go," I whispered back, pressing my face against his side.
Another sigh, but his grip didn't loosen.
I smiled, and for a moment my past was forgotten.
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Author's Note- And there you have it! Like I said in my profile, this is my second account. My other is zia9583, and that is why I used characters from that in this. I don't know why I didn't upload this story on the other one... I just didn't feel like it, I guess. Hope you enjoyed this chapter of Fangirl Angel!