Thanks so much to ScytheMeister88 for suggesting this chapter's song. The story does not take place in the usual setting just to warn y'all. This chapter was delightfully fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC!
Blown Away-Carrie Underwood
Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
Her daddy was a mean old mister
Mama was an angel in the ground
It was another one of those nights spent huddling under the bed; blankets wrapped around her forming a make shift cocoon. The thunder boomed through her room, momentarily drowning out her father's screams as he raged in his drunken state. Whiskey bottles smashed to the floor with the crack of lighting, the glass shattered on the floor much like her life had shattered when her mother died. The glass could be swept up and thrown away and she could pretend like it had never happened but that wasn't true about her heart. Her dad the playful jolly soul she had once loved had died along with her mother. He had become a drunken mess, always cursing and wallowing in his pit of self-misery and depression. He had become mean and bitter and because he could not bear to blame himself for his wife's death he blamed it on the only other person around-his daughter.
The weather man called for a twister
She prayed blow it down
Outside the wind grew more savage rattling the cheap window panes, she wished they would break. She wished it would all break and the wind would take her away from the hell her life had become. She had no mother or father to love her. No friends that cared about her. No passion or drive for her life anymore, it was all pointless. She was lost amid the storm and the only thing left was anger. All she had was pure unfiltered rage for the man who had killed her mother. Yes, it was an accident but accidents can be prevented and he had done nothing but watch as the blood poured out of her body and formed an ocean of red soaking their hands in her mother's life. No amount of soap and water could ever make them clean.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
She would avenge her mother's death she resolved as the thunder died down and the rain started a drum beat that sounded like war. She would never be able to bring her mother back, but she sure as hell could have some sort of payback. It was the only goal she had left to her sad existence and after she had finished her business she would be free. Death would not cleanse his sins, no he would pay for them later but she would make him regret ever touching her mother.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
'til there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away
She dried the tears from her eyes and unraveled her body from the shelter she had created. She had become all skin and bones; her complexion was deadly pale due to the fact that she hadn't stepped outside for a month. Her legs were unsteady as she walked down the streets and alleys. Her dad was gone so it was a simple task to slip out her apartment and make her way to his shop. They called him the Shadow King and he fit that persona perfectly. With his shimmering dark black hair, his clipped monotone voice, his mysterious air, and his own personal shield. Who knew that glasses could prove so useful? She drew her jacket tighter around her as she got closer to the shop and made sure no one was looking as she slipped in.
The shop was dark and damp the windows were boarded up and the door slammed with a finality behind her back. "Hello." She called out stepping deeper into the store, "Is anyone here?" She heard shuffling around before the Shadow King's preppy blonde assistant came into view.
"Hello there, welcome to Otori's Emporium. How can I help you today?" the blonde boy said this all with an overdramatic sweeping of the hand and a twinkle in his eye. She didn't know someone could be so happy working in a shop that sold such gruesome things.
"I need to get rid of someone." She replied carefully taking in the various weapons on display in the shop and the rack of poisons. The blonde boy gave her an amused smile.
"Yes and how exactly would you like to do that?" He asked curiously.
"Poison. I've talked to Mr. Otori about this already, is he in by any chance he knows what I'm looking for."
"Sadly, he is not available at the moment he's dealing with some other clients. Do you have any specifics in mind?"
"He said that it would seem like alcohol poisoning and that it would never be detected."
"Ahhh…I know just what you're looking for." He said stretching up on his tip toes to secure the weapon in his grasp before handing it to her. "Will that be all?"
"Yes than…"
"TAMAKI! GET BACK HERE!" Haruhi jumped as the Shadow King roared.
The blonde gave her a wink, "Be right back," before scuttling off.
Haruhi decided to take her time studying the shop she had been here before when she had talked to Mr. Otori but it was her first chance to really look at everything. She placed her purchase on the counter and examined the skull resting on the edge of it. It looked to real to be a fake but it had to be didn't it? She turned swiftly as the floor creaked, revealing two red-headed twins.
"What's a girl like you doing in here?" The one of the right asked quickly coming up next to her and slinging his arm around her shoulder.
"None of your business." She replied as the other twin quickly came up on her other side and she slipped out of their grasp grabbing her poison. Before they could say another word, he came out.
"Hikaru, Karou I'd appreciate if you'd stop pestering my customers. I apologize for the inconvenience madam. "The twins backed away from her and winked before walking out of the shop. The Shadow King sighed before turning back to her.
"Did Tamaki get you what you wanted?" He asked his eyes peering down at her. She nodded placing her purchase back on the counter. "Good. If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you." She answered quietly her fear of him causing her to be much more reserved. His assistant tapped her on the shoulder and handed her a bag.
"Here you are beautiful. You have five months to pay us back; in installments of course." Haruhi nodded and hurried out of the store and back to her house clutching the small bag to her chest. She needed to do this before her courage failed her. She swung open the door stepping into the living room. She could hear the water running for the shower, good she had made it in perfect time. Crossing the small distance to the kitchen she opened the fridge door, cool air gusting into her face. She wrapped her hand around one of the many beer bottles and popped open the top. She took a deep breath and deftly poured the poison in; she smiled as she watched it dissolve into the beverage. Placing it on the coffee table she retreated to her room. It was now just a matter of time.
She heard those sirens screaming out
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Some people called it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge
It was a little over an hour before it happened. She heard him struggling for breath the air wheezing out of him. Bottles smashed as she curled up in her bed. The echo of his body hitting the ground made the sweet sound of revenge. It was over, all the pain and hurt was over. She was free to live her life, she had avenged her mother's death the scale was balanced. She heard her neighbor knocking on the door she guessed they had heard him falling. She curled even deeper into her blankets feigning sleep as the sirens wailed outside. She was now officially alone.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
'til there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away
The police found her sobbing in her bed clutching her mother's photograph. They carried her out of the apartment their shoes crunching on the glass as they stepped over the threshold. The past was behind her, every memory of the abuse and suffering she had gone through would be erased from her mind, and the wind would blow it all away. She would never come back here she promised to herself as they placed her carefully in the police car. Her apartment would always be a house of death it would never be a home. There was one more piece of business to take care of before she could close her eyes for good, she still had a debt to pay.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away (blown away)
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away)
'til there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday (blown away)
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away
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~Bluerayne