Chapter 4: The Call of the Broken

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.

Note: I know that my stories move rather fast, but I'm not planning to make this story have a lot of chapters.

Mia's P.O.V

After the host club, I went straight home. Spring was upon Japan, but it was still a little cold. A breeze pushed its way past, making my hair fly back. An uneasiness sat in the pit of my stomach. Why does it feel like I shouldn't have left the host club? I brushed it off and made my way to the front door. I hesitated before pushing it open all the way. Zak didn't come home with me since he had some studying to do.

Before I made it five steps into the house, the door swung closed. I spun on my feet. A hand grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me back. I think I gasped. A cloth was put around my eyes, rendering me blind. I could see little spots of light making its way through, so it wasn't a thick fabric. I didn't have anytime to think; only action. I kicked behind me, praying I would hit something. I did. The attacker groaned in pain and it sounded like he buckled down to the ground.

I tried moving my arms, but they were tied back. Where was the door again? Our double doors had two slots of glass through them. I looked around to see were the most light came through. I found what I thought was the door and shuffled over to it. Now, how do I open it? Hands snatched me back further into the house. I screamed. I didn't want it to end up this way. Not ever again. It has happened too many times and I'm sick of it.

"Zak! Please stop this now!" I screamed. My voice was scratchy and rough, but I haven't talked in years, give me a break.

I heard laughing and cloth was placed at my lips. Don't breathe, Mia, I repeated over and over. I couldn't take it anymore and fell into darkness. It's not like not breathing would have helped, anyway.

The room I woke up in was one I was use to. My arms were tied together around a pole. My legs were wide open and tied to the floor. The cold floor wasn't very comfortable to sit on. He told me how much he hated to hosts, but why did he make me join. He doesn't make any sense. I came to love the hosts in the past two days. They care for the girls safety. Wait, they care. Tamaki stole my phone and put their numbers in.

Plan A will now commence. I pulled a small blade out of my sleeve and started working on the ropes. I felt like a ninja. All I need is the black clothes. All I had on was my bra and underwear. It's going to be embarrass central in here. I finally got through the ropes and my arms were free. There wasn't anytime for my legs, so I just tried to reach my bag that was pretty close.

Idiot.

I grabbed my bag and dug for my phone. I panicked when I didn't see it at first. It's not like this is life or death. Well, maybe, Zak hasn't gone to this many extremes. That remind me, where is Zak? As if on cue, I heard footsteps down the hall. I dialed Tamaki's number. Please, please. I saw the time and realized it was the next day. He might have his phone on silent.

"Hello?" Tamaki's voice was confused.

"Help," I manged to squeak out. Then I turned down the volume, so Zak couldn't hear Tamaki being an idiot, put it on speaker phone, and placed it behind the pole.

When Zak entered, he had a smug look on his face that made me want to slap it off. How did he not notice my arms free of the rope? He grabbed a pattle that was on a metal table and started hitting me, enveloping the room in my cries. He told me things like, "you should have never been born," and, "everyone hates you."

But the one that stung was, "too bad daddy isn't here to save you."

That hurt. See, he lied about my past. He was the one hurting me. It started when my father married his mother. One day, my father came downstairs and noticed the abuse, but Zak ran upstairs and made it seem like my father was the one hurting me. Zak told me after, "don't speak." I took it literal. I haven't been speaking because of him. All of my pain is because of him. I hate him.

The doors of the room were kicked open and a scary-looking host club made its way through. Honey looked like someone just woke him up. Tamaki rushed over to me and placed his jacket over me. The rest of the club was just glaring at Zak, almost as if they were waiting for the sound to attack. Kyoya stepped away from the group.

"You know that this is against the law, right?" He said, making me sigh. Of course he was acting all business like. "You can do it now."

Tamaki picked me up after he got rid of the ropes binding me to the floor. He covered my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the hosts. Expect, I heard everything. Zak would have some nasty bruises. Ouch. He brought me to the living room and set me on the couch. His eyes were worried, but he had a smile on his face.

"Are you okay?" He spoke softly to me. I nodded and he frowned. "So, 'help' was the only word I am every going to hear from you?"

"I'm sorry," I looked away from him.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Putting you through that."

He took my hand and made me look at him. "We will always be there for you. It's no trouble."

This was the only time he's been serious. It didn't know he was capable of that. I lied my head on his legs. "Can you run your hands through my hair?" I asked him. My mother use to do it all the time when I was sad. He did and it made me fall asleep.

Third Person/Normal

"Kyoya?" Tamaki looked up at the Shadow King. "What's going to happen to her?"

"Well, she will be taken from this household and be adopted," Kyoya stated. Tamaki sighed as he stared down at the brunette.

"Mori, please carry her to my house. She will stay there until we handle this. I have to do something," Mori nodded and picked her up. He tried not to touch any bruises. He failed. She stirred in her sleep and he shushed her. She was surprisingly light considering her tall height and curvy figure. He carried her with ease, but then again, he was Mori.

Tamaki went back to Ouran and met with his father. He bowed before he sat down. "Father, I have a big question for you."

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~Julie