We sat the table as they finished setting up the table and brought out the food. Most of it looked good I'll say that, but others did not. There were rolls, asparagus, rice, and some dishes I didn't even recognize, but what looked absolutely revolting was the meat. The smell that came from it was indescribable horrid that I had to cover my nose, but the glare my mom was giving me indicated that she wanted me to uncover my nose. I quietly groaned and uncovered my nose, not wanting to get even more on my mom's bad side tonight.

The Yoshido family finished setting the table and took their seats at the table. I heard the chair next to me move, I looked over to it and saw Mari taking a seat next to me. I cocked an eyebrow at her, why was she sitting next to me when there was an open chair next to her parents? I was hardly complaining, she was a cute girl, but it's a bit weird to me because we didn't know each other.

She must've noticed my expression because she looked over at me, a faint smirk on her lips.

"I hope you don't mind, I just prefer this seat. It has," her smirk widened, "a better view."

I gave a brief chuckle, understanding what she was getting at. "Yah, the view is pretty nice."

I winked at her, which she responded to with a giggle. I could have a little fun with her, maybe let her fall for me like I did with girls at school then if they're boring I'll ditch them.

Someone cleared their throat, grabbing the attention of Mari and me.

"Well if you two are done flirting with each other, I think it's time to start eating." Akito teased.

I just rolled my eyes and turned away from Mari. I looked at all the food, seeing which ones looked actually good, which wasn't a lot. I took a roll and some mac and cheese and that was about it, everything else looked either a bit over cooked or a bit odd.

"Hikaru, you're not going to have any meat?" Ayumi asked.

I looked up at her, then back at the meat. "It's just that, I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat meat."

"Oh, I'm sorry." she apologized. "I didn't even think about that."

"He's just joking." Mom smiled as she grabbed the tray of meat. "He's not a vegetarian."

"Oh?"

"I started today, right after we dissected frogs in science."

"I didn't know someone who cares so much about animals also wears a leather jacket." Mari said as she played with her food.

I glared over at her, she was starting to become less cute now. Mom shoved the tray towards me, a dark scowl on her face.

"Take the meat Hikaru." She hissed.

I sighed and took the tray from her, picking up the tongs and putting two slices on my plate. I handed the meat off to Isao, who placed it back with the other food. I picked up my fork and started poking the meat, making a disgusted face when I saw red juice leak out of it, was that blood?

I looked around the room, seeing if they had any type of animal that I could give the food to, but to my fucking luck they didn't have anything. I looked back at the food, maybe it wouldn't taste as bad as it looked...or smelled. I took my knife and cut into the meat and then took a bite of it. Instantly a disturbingly sweet, but pork like flavor hit my taste buds. I winced in disgust.

"Fuck," I whispered as I covered my mouth with my napkin, "it's a lot worse than I thought."

I turned away from the table so no one could see me spit the meat into the napkin. I turned back to the table and grabbed the roll, they couldn't mess up a roll, right...Well I was wrong. I ripped a piece of the roll and put it in my mouth and before I before I could even start to chew I had to spit it out as well because it was disgusting. The only food I had left on my plate was the mac and cheese, and I didn't even want to try it to see if it tasted good. I picked up my water and drank some water to try and was out the horrid taste in my mouth. At least they could prepare water correctly.

"So Hikaru, you go to Ouran Academy?" Ayumi asked.

I brought down my drink from my lips, trying my headset not to make a disgusted face from the taste that still lingered in my mouth as I responded. "Yah, I've been going since I was in preschool."

"Do you like it there?" Akito asked, taking a bite of the meat. How the fuck could he eat that shit?

"Yah I guess. It has some strict rules that are pretty stupid in my opinion, but other than that I think it's a good school."

"Well I'm glad to hear that." Ayumi smiled. "We're thinking about applying Mari there. It's great she'll already have a friend there."

Before I could roll my eyes I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I looked down then followed the arm that led to Mari, a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Yah, I'm really glad I'll have a friend." She purred, winking at me.

I glared at her and took her hand off of me, but she immediately put her hand back on my thigh, higher than before. She was definitely not cute anymore!

"Don't touch me!" I hissed at her through clenched teeth. Trying to take her hand off of me again as he tried to go even higher.

She just responded with a smirk, not listening to me. I kept trying to smack her hand away as Ayumi spoke up again.

"Who knows, maybe you two will hit it off and started dating." She giggled.

"Like hell I would." I growled, finally grabbing Mari's hand.

Mom glared at me, fury in her eyes. I gulped, letting go of Mari's hand as I felt my palms getting sweaty. Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have said something, but Mari was irritating me so much that it slipped out. The room was filled with an awkward silence. I really fucked up, I fucked up horribly, mom wanted to make a good impression for the new neighbors and I fucked it up. She's going to be extremely angry when we get home. Then all of a sudden Akito and Ayumi began laughing, breaking the silence. We all looked over at them, shocked to see them laughing. Ayumi covered her mouth with her hand. "Teens will be teens, right? Always fighting against what adults say."

Akito wiped a tear from under his glasses. "Don't worry, we were only joking, but I could tell by you responding back sarcastically that you got that."

I sweat dropped, they thought I was being sarcastic? Well I guess that's a good thing, now hopefully mom won't be mad at me. As mom continued watching our new neighbors laughing, she joined in.

"My son is such a jokester, isn't he?" She giggled.

I sighed in relief, good she's not mad anymore. I won't have to worry about her shouting at me when we get home. I looked over at Mari and saw that she was no longer paying attention to me and was eating her food. I still couldn't get how she could eat that.

Akito wiped his mouth and moved and moved his chair back. "Well I'm going get some champagne, would anyone else like some?"

Mom raised her hand and smiled. "I would lov-"

"No!"

Everyone looked at me, a bit shocked at my outburst. Then almost immediately my mom's expression turned from shock to irritated.

I cleared my throat as a blush appeared on my face. "It's just that I don't think it's a good idea for you to drink mom, especially after your recent doctor appointment." I lied, trying to get Akito to not serve my mom.

"Hikaru," mom hissed through gritted teeth, "I think you're mistaken. My doctor didn't say anything about me drinking. Stop making unnecessary false statement." She smiled back over at Akito. "I would love to have a drink."

I looked over at Akito with a worried expression and when our eyes met I shook my head. He seemed to catch on to what I was saying and sat back down in his chair. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he moved his chair back to the table. "I just remembered, we finished the last of the champagne last night."

Mom's smile immediately fell, looking back over to me with a dark, rage filled glare. I gulped, feeling myself began to sweat as I grew petrified from her glare.

"Honey didn't we just buy champagne last ni-"

Akito looked over at Ayumi and shook his head, making her grow quiet. Mari looked over at me with a smirk, but it fell when she noticed the way I was acting.

"Hey," she whispered to me, "are you alright? You're extremely pale."

I shot up from my chair. "Where's your restroom?"

Akito was first surprised by my sudden action, then pointed down the hall. "Down the hall last door on the left."

I nodded him a thank you then followed his directions to the bathroom. When I got inside I immediately closed the door and locked it. I put my back against the door and began panting, feeling the anxiety of tonight starting to come out. I put a trembling hand over my mouth, feeling as though I was about to get sick at any moment, but I was lucky enough to keep it down.

I walked over to the sink and turned on the water, splashing water in my face to calm me. After I splashed my face a couple times I gripped the marble surface of the sink, listening to the running water, letting it calm me down. I didn't want to go back out there, I was too afraid of mom. I just knew when we got home, she's going to be furious. I just wanted to go home so I could get it over with. I turned off the water and used the hand towel to dry the water off my face. As I was about to head to the door to leave, I heard a click and saw the door opening as I was looking in the mirror. I turned to the door and saw Mari walking in, immediately our eyes locked.

I looked at her confused. "I thought I locked the door. How did you get in here?"

She smirked, ignoring my question as she slowly shut the door and strutted over to me. She then grabbed my jacket and pulled me closer to her, so she was in my chest. She looked up at my face.

"I've been with many guys before, but never had one as gorgeous and sexy as you." She purred, tracing small circles on my chest, sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine.

I pushed her away from me with a little too much force that made her stumble back. I gave her a glare as I fixed my jacket.

"Look, you're a cute girl I'll admit that, but after all the things you were trying to pull during dinner tonight, I'm really not interested."

"We don't have to date." She began twirling her blonde hair with her fingers. "We could just fuck and I'll be fine with that."

"No way in fucking hell." I growled, trying to intimidate her to move out of my way, but she only smirked.

"Isn't it every man's dream to be able to fuck a beautiful girl?" She walked back up to me, making me lean back on the sink to try and get as far away from her as I could. "I can help you make that dream come true."

She ran her hands from my stomach up to my chest, then wrapped her arms around my neck, trying her best to sit on my lap. I growled as I tried unwrapping her arms from around me and tried to push her off of me, but as I peeled her arms from around my neck she grabbed my jacket and forced my head down, engulfing my lips with hers.

I was too in shock to react. I could feel her tongue gliding down my bottom row of teeth, trying to find access. When I didn't open my mouth for her, one of her hands traveling from my jacket down to my pants. I gasped as she clutched my groin and she took the advantage to slide her tongue into my mouth. I grunted from her surprise, which seemed to turn her on even more.

I hated this. I really hated this. I've kissed girls before, but this was disgusting. By the way her tongue was moving, it felt like she was a thirsty dog lapping for water. Well she was thirsty for something.

When I finally came back to my senses and realized what was happening I tried to move my hands to her shoulders to push her off, but as I was about to move she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her breasts, making my eyes go wide. I needed to stop this before she takes it even further.

I used my free hand and used it to push her off of me. She stumbled back a bit, hitting her back against the wall. I turned to the sink and turned it on, using my hands to cup water and I began rinsing my mouth, trying to get the taste of her out of my mouth.

"Why the fuck did you push me? We were just getting started."

I looked over my shoulder and glared at her. "Just getting started?! I didn't even want to fuck you in the first place!" I spit into the sink and shuttered. "God, it felt like you were trying to suck out my soul. Fuck, that was disgusting!"

She began twirling her hair again flirtatiously. "Come on don't deny it." She purred. "I could tell you enjoyed it."

I faced her again with a furious look, my fists clenched and trembling at my side. "Getting a bottle smashed over my head was more enjoyable than that." I wiped my mouth. "God, I don't even know where your mouth has been. I'm probably going to get a fucking disease!"

She didn't seem bothered by what I said, she actually seemed happy by it. "I don't get why you're complaining, that was one of the best kisses I ever had. I wonder what else you're really good at." She winked.

My face grew red from embarrassment and anger, this girl was disgusting, she is definitely not cute anymore. She's the most disgusting girls I've ever seen. Before Mari could do anything else to me I walked over to the door.

"Fuck off!"

I exited the bathroom and stormed back to the dining room, where mom and Isao were getting along with Mari's parents. Being in the same room with mom again made me feel anxious, but I would rather be here then with Mari.

Akito noticed that I was back and smiled. "Hikaru great you're back. Mari went to go see if you were ok, but I guess that was just her excuse to leave the table." He then noticed how pale I was. "Are you alright?"

I cleared my throat before answering him. "I'm really sorry but I suddenly feel very sick. I was going to ask my mom if I could walk home."

Mom glared at me and opened her mouth to say something, but Ayumi spoke up before she could.

"Oh, if you're not feeling good darling you should go home. We won't be offended by it."

"Thank you."

"It's quite alright. I hope you feel better."

I gave her a nod and then made my way out of the house, catching mom's glare on as I left.

I warmed up some leftover lasagna from a couple days ago and sat down on the couch. I took off my jacket and placed it over the couch before grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, flipping through channels until Dance Moms showed up. I know it's a little weird for a guy with a reputation like mine to like reality TV, but ever since Mom showed us this show when were ten Kaoru and I got hooked. With all the drama and fighting, it was so entertaining to watch. I put the remote next to me on the couch and got cozy as I ate my food, watching the show.

I smirked as one of the moms began arguing with Abby. "Jill, you shouldn't fight with her, she's going to pull your daughters solo because of your fucking bitching."

As I finished up my lasagna and the show was wrapping up, I heard the door beginning to unlock. My body went cold as I heard the door open and rushed footsteps coming inside the house. A hand then suddenly grabbed the remote that was beside me and turned off the TV. When I looked up to see who it was, a chill went down my spine when I came face to face with mom's dark scowl.

I gulped seeing the rage in her eyes, I knew she was going to be angry because of me leaving, but I didn't think she would be this furious. I haven't seen her this mad since...since that night…

"Isao," mom said through her gritted teeth, not taking her eyes off of me, "would you mind going upstairs? I would like to have a word with Hikaru."

Isao just nodded and went upstairs without saying a word. I heard the door close upstairs, expecting for mom to shout, hit, or throw something at me...or even all three, but we just continued to stare at each other as if we were in some intense staring contest...and I was losing.

"Get up!" She hissed. I quickly stood up, not wanting to anger her further. "Now stand in front of me." My feet felt heavy as lead as I made my way around the couch and stood in front of mom, facing down so she wouldn't see the fear in my eyes. "Now look up at me!"

I gulped and clenched my jaw as I slowly looked up at her with fearful eyes. I wouldn't be exaggerating when I say I could literally see a rage filled fire in her eyes. She then raised her hand and slapped me, leaving a red stinging mark on my right cheek.

"How dare you embarrass me you fucking brat!" I faced towards her again, my bangs covering my eyes. "Now our new neighbors probably think I'm some drunk with a misbehaving spoiled kid! Do you have anything to say for yourself?!"

"It's not my fault…" I mumbled.

"What was that?!"

I swallowed the lump in the throat and looked up at her with a glare, trying my best not to show that I was afraid of her. "It's not my fault." Her glare darkened, but I tried to not let that scare me even more. "I-I didn't embarrass us at dinner. I ev-even behaved better than usual so you wouldn't look bad. The only thing I did was for them not to serve you alcohol because you're a fucking drunk-"

I was then cut off when mom punched me, making me fall back on the ground as it caught me by surprise. I held my hand over my left eye and he said in pain, feeling it start to swell up already.

"Fuck!" I hissed as I brought my other hand up to my eye.

Mom then walked away into another. I felt tears began to fill up in my eyes as the pain intensified. This wasn't the first time she's punched me, I don't know why it caught me off guard. I knew if I talked back to her she would get angry.

Suddenly I heard running water coming from the bathroom. My eye widened as I looked towards the bathroom...No.

I quickly got up and ran towards the front door, trying to get away from here before mom could finish, but as I grabbed the door knob and was about to open it mom grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the bathroom.

"Mom I'm sorry!" I cried, trying to get out of her grip. I might've been physically stronger than her, but I was so scared of her that when she was like this that my strength disappears. "I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry!"

She ignored my pleads as she led me towards the bathroom. I saw the bathtub running and my body grew cold. I sat down on the floor and began resisting her pull so she couldn't move me, but she just grabbed my arm with her other hand and tugged me to the tub. She made me kneel down in front of the tub as she turned off the water when it reached halfway. I just stayed there trembling, knowing what was about to come. I didn't even try to run, because that would only make my punishment even worse.

I felt mom grab a fistful of my hair and she pulled me back, causing me to gasp. She leaned down till she was next to my ear.

"Let's wash away that nasty attitude you have." She hissed.

I quickly took a deep breath of air before mom forced my head down in the water. For the first thirty seconds I was fine, but as it reached closer to the minute mark I began losing my breath. I gasped, only getting a mouthful of water. I tried using my arms on the edge of the bathtub to push me back up, but my mom kept my head down.

My lungs began burning as more time passed, my body kept gasping to get air out of instinct, but it only made me lose more air in the process. I tapped the bathtub multiple times with my hand, begging her to let me up, but she only ignored it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, mom pulled my head out of the water and let go of my hair. I immediately began coughing and gasping for air. I moved my bangs out of my face as I leaned over the tub and tried to regain my breath.

"Don't ever fucking embarrass me again or something like this will happen again, but worse. Do you fucking understand?!" I nodded, too exhausted to give a verbal response. "Good, now clean up this fucking mess."

She then left the bathroom, slamming the door on her way out. I just remained where I was, surrounded by water. My white uniform shirt was drenched from my shoulders down to my stomach, sticking to me as if it was almost a part of me.

I soon began to feel something warm trail down my face. I put my hand up to it and felt water coming from my eyes, I was crying. I haven't cried like this in a long time that it felt so unnatural to do, but I didn't let it stop. I turned around and leaned my back on the tub, bringing my knees to my chest and just cried silently, not wanting mom to hear. I knew my mom was still in pain from my dad leaving a couple years ago.

My dad...I hated him, I hated him for leaving, I hated him for telling me he loved me before he left, I hated him for breaking his promise of him coming home that night, I hated him because this was all his fault!

...But, I also missed him, I missed the talks we had, I missed taking trips with him, hell I even missed his corny dad jokes he always made.

Why was my life so fucked up…?

I decided not to talk to Kaoru over video chat so he wouldn't see my wounds, so we just texted until I fell asleep. The next morning, I grabbed some toast and quickly slipped out of the house before mom could wake up.

I readjusted my aviators as I walked down the hallway of the school, heading to my homeroom class. As usual people stared at me as I walked by, I could hear them talking about why I was wearing sunglasses, but I just ignored them like always. I walked into the classroom and why was I not surprised to see that my little tutor was already here. I groaned and walked over to my desk next to hers, I really wanted to sit alone for a while before class started, but I guess ignoring her will do just as fine.

I sat down in my chair and pulled my head down on the desk. I could feel Haruhi's eyes on me, but I didn't look back at her. I really didn't want to fight with her right now, I was still too exhausted from yesterday. After a few minutes slowly passed by the bell finally rung. Students flooded into the classroom and to my annoyance began chatting to each other, but when the teacher arrived everyone quieted down.

"Good morning class." Mr. Hirota greeted as he walked over to his desk.

"Good morning." The class responded tiredly.

"Alright, please take out the worksheet I assigned you a couple days ago and pass them up."

My eyes widened, fuck I forgot about that worksheet. I was too distracted by mom's drunken rages that I totally forgot about it. I usually didn't do my homework, but because of the chairman's threat to expel me I was going to try and do my work so he wouldn't call my mom. I looked over at Haruhi and saw her taking out her worksheet. I really didn't want to ask her for help, but she's the only one in the class that I kinda knew.

"Psst," I whispered, trying to get her attention, "psst!"

She sighed and glared over at me. "What?"

"Can I see your work...please?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"No." She said without a second thought.

"Come on please, I was held up with something and forgot to do it."

"Yah sure, held up with something. Which is what, smoking, getting into fights?"

"No, it's...a family issue."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine I'll give you the first answer."

"Thank you."

I took out my paper and a pencil and waited for her to give me the answer.

"Are you ready?" I nodded. "Alright, so the answer is Y.O.U.A.R.E.A.D.I.C.K."

I glared at her. "Haha, very funny. Can you give me the real answer now?"

She smirked. "No, I don't think I will."

"Come on, you're my fucking tutor."

"Yah and I'm supposed to help you learn the material, and by you copying my work you aren't learning anything."

She then turned away from me and passed her paper up to Mr. Hirota.

"Fucking bitch." I grumbled under and slumped back in my chair.

Mr. Hirota began counting the papers that were passed up, then looked at the class. "Ok, I'm only missing one worksheet, and I wonder whose it is." His gaze traveled over to me. "Where's your worksheet Mr. Hitachiin?"

I began drumming my fingers on my desk out of agitation and nervousness. "I didn't do it."

"And why am I not surprised, what is the excuse today?"

"Family issues."

"What type of "family" issues?"

"Personal family issues…"

Mr. Hirota rubbed his temples and huffed. "I don't know why I keep trying with you. I guess it's just the good teacher in me who's hoping you'll turn yourself around, but my patience is starting to grow thin with you in two of my classes." He put his hand down and glared back at me. "Also take your sunglasses off, we're inside."

I played with my frames with my fingers. "I would prefer to keep them on thank you very much."

"Would you like Mr. Suoh to see your glasses? I'm pretty sure he'll like them."

I huffed. "No…"

"Then take them off."

I lifted up my hand back to my frames and slowly took off my aviators, revealing my badly bruised left eye. People in the classroom gasped at it, probably at how bad it was. I could see out of it now because the swelling died down for the most part, but my eye was horribly black and blue all over, it almost looked like it was make up because of how dark it was. I still couldn't believe my mom was able to do something like this, who knew she could punch so hard.

It wasn't really a shock that I would come to school bruised and hurt from a fight, but the bruises were always a light blue color, barely noticeable, nothing like this.

Mr. Hirota stared at my eyes for a bit, his brows then forwarding. "And let me guess, you were too busy fighting to get your homework done, am I right?"

I fidgeted with my aviators in my hand nervously, avoiding eye contact with him. "No...not really. I did get hurt, but like I said...it's family issues."

Mr. Hirota's expression soften as he began piecing together what I said, he then looked back at me and noticed the way I was acting, fidgeting and avoiding eye contact with him. Not acting like my usual, arrogant self, challenging everything he says. A light bulb lit up in his head.

He cleared his throat. "You know what? I'll excuse this one assignment for you Hikaru, don't worry about it."

I looked over at him in shock, he's never done this to anyone before unless something bad happened.

"Thank you." I said, which he responded with a nod.

Mr. Hirota went on with the lesson and I tried my best to pay attention, even taking notes, but about halfway through taking notes I grew bored. I began playing with my pencil with fingers and doodled without even realizing it at first.

After the lecture was finally over Mr. Hirota began passing out the homework. He stopped in front of my desk and I looked up at him, expecting the usual scowl he gave me for not paying attention, but I was surprised to see him looking at me with a bleak expression. He handed me the homework then leaned down next to my ear.

"I know we don't always get along, but you know you can always talk to me? No matter what it is." He whispered.

I began to feel tears burn in the back of my eyes. I really did want to tell someone about my mom so she could no longer hurt us, but I was also afraid of losing mom because I knew that drunkin person wasn't really her.

I just gave him a nod. "Yes I know, thank you…"

He nodded as well and continued passing out the homework. I felt eyes on me and turned to see Haruhi staring at me. I glared at her, but she didn't glare back like she usually did. She just sat there, with the same expression Mr. Hirota had on her face. My glare fell and I matched her expression for a bit, before packing up my bag as the bell rang and left the classroom.

Today was going to be a long day, I could feel it.