I do not own Ouran though I wish I was that creative! Thank you for all the reviews :) I'm kind of creating the plot as I go along, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me! love you all! Ps: the T rating is for swearing and violence. :( Sorry
Today was interesting. I guess they all found out that I'm a girl except Tamaki… Well, he can be a little dense when he has his head set on something. But, I can't let them know about him. I need to be more neutral, like Mori said, I looked (and felt) terrified. I'm almost home when I realize I forgot my wallet to go to the grocery store… Also, I hope he is still out, wherever he was this morning when the nurse called him. I open the door to our shabby apartment and find him standing in front of the door with a sneer on his face and something coiled in his hands.
"Where have you been you little slut?" He yells. "And, where are the fucking groceries?" I flinch and I know by the look on his face that that was the wrong thing to do. Almost too fast for me to see, my father's best friend (AKA: my caretaker now,) backhands me across my right temple. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" He screams. I'm a bit dizzy from the blow but I manage to speak.
"I had to stay after; you said to partake in extracurricular activities. Also, I forgot my wallet so I came back here to get it before I went grocery shopping," I gasp and his face turns a deeper shade of red.
"Unacceptable," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "Go straight to your room. I will be there in ten minutes after I get the groceries you ungrateful whore," he says in a garbled voice and pushes past me, slamming the door behind him. I touch my throbbing face gingerly and my hand comes back sticky and wet. Shit. I walk slowly up to my room and sit on the edge of my bed, I get an alcohol wipe out of my drawer and gently clean the wound and put a Band-Aid on it.
I hear Toni's (he's Italian, my father met him on a business trip,) steps stomp over to my door and he swings it open. I see what I hadn't realized earlier was a leather belt in his grip uncoiling and the metal part dangles towards the ground. I start shaking and he screams:
"Kneel!" I stand up and shake my head. He can't do this, not again, but I could never call the cops because… well because he's all I've got left. He snarls and grabs my neck and forces me to turn and kneel. He ties a small length of rope tightly around my wrists and ties that to the leg of my metal bed. I shake harder. The first blow to my back rips my tan sweater, the metal part scratches my back and I feel the skin break on the second blow. I refuse to scream, or else he'll add more blows. After five, I fall unconscious.
I awake to my hands untied, my back a meaty mess, my face bruised, and I feel as if one of my ribs are cracked, if not severely bruised. This will be hard to cover up for school tomorrow…
The next day, after school, before host business hours.
Luckily my hair grows fast; I can partially cover my bruised face where the concealer doesn't cover it up as much. I wear a different sweater today, I dark red one in case my back bleeds through the thick bandages I applied. It's a turtleneck because my neck is bruised from Toni grabbing it and I ran out of concealer. I walk into Music room three and drop my bag in the back room, when I come back into the main area, the other hosts have arrived. I lean my head a bit forwards so my hair casts a shadow on my face.
"Haru-chan!" Honey yells and jumps on my back. The pain is excruciating, I'm pretty sure the wounds just opened up. I scream bloody murder and fall to my knees. Honey screams too and gets off; the front of his white shirt is red with blood, presumably mine. I breathe heavily and the other hosts come running. I stand up slowly and try to keep my face hidden. "Haru-chan?" Honey asks. I turn around and look up into his tear-filled eyes.
"Yes?" I whisper, I'm still shaking from the events last night, they stopped a bit but now my back is screaming in pain, my ribs are too. Kyoya surprises me by grabbing my (bruised) arm and dragging me to the back room. The others follow. I wince in pain. Kyoya removes my sweater leaving me in my undershirt and bandages, he pulls my hair back as well. They all gasp. I guess that concealer didn't work too well after all. Tamaki faints, the twins just stare at my rapidly bleeding back. Kyoya looks grim; Mori is looking at Honey who… looks very, very angry and determined.
"Who did this?" He asks. I gape because I've never heard him sound so serious, it… it doesn't sound like he usually does but it suits him. "Who did this, Haruhi?"
"Nobody," I say, they can't know. I'm still only seventeen for the next month, if they take away Toni, I'll be sent to a foster home or something, at least that's what they did where I used to live…
"Haruhi," Kyoya's voice, still calm and cool, interrupts us. "I did some more research; it seems you may be keeping things from us. Like where you really lived, what happened to your parents and who you're living with?" he says. "I don't know the answers but I do know you didn't tell us the complete truth." I look around; I suppose I look like a deer in headlights.
"I-I can't tell you," I whisper and rub a tear off my face, just as I realize this will wipe away the concealer, the twins gasp.
"That's quite a shiner you got, Haruhi," they say in broken whispers. Then they all start asking questions at once, except Honey, who looks murderous. My eyes get fuzzy and black dots appear, my breathing is shallow and I can't get enough oxygen, my knees buckle and the last thing I see before everything goes dark is Kyoya calling his family's hospital forces and Honey clenching and unclenching his fists.
