Chapter 15

~Last time~

I wait for ten minutes before I hear the commotion out in the hall. Curious I get up and move closer to the door.

"Mr. Ootori you can't go in there!"

"Move out of the way, or today will be your last day employed here."

I feel my heart sink a little. I'm not ready to face him. Not after what happened at the apartment and during the ride home from the beach. I tense up as I hear footstep approach the door.

My heart is racing as I hear the footsteps stop in front of my door. I back away slowly not knowing what to expect from him. I wait with baited breath, knowing that he will come in. He doesn't knock and as the door swings inwards, I move back farther so I avoid being hit ny it. He stands there looking at me, taking in the bruises on my face and my split lip. He looks shocked and confused, and I don't really blame him. My father was perfect to the outside world. No one knew what happened behind the doors of our run down apartment. I fully expected him to kill me one day.

"Haruhi, what happened to you?"

His words snap me out of my thoughts and I don't answer him. I can't, I don't know what to say; and as I look a way from him I change the subject. "What are you doing here Kyoya? How did you find me?"

"I was worried, so I've had my people on the look out ever since I went back to your apartment. Your father called me late last night, he was looking for you, I think. What happened? Where did you go?" he walks over to me and grabs my chin, he turns my head so that I am looking at him once more.

I bite the inside of my jaw as I look at him. I can't decide what to tell him so I say nothing.

"Haruhi?"

"Kyoya you need to go. I'm not your problem and I don't need your help."

He doesn't move nor does he drop his hand from my face. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on."

I bring my arm up and knock his hand away from my face. "I don't have to tell you anything." My voice sounds rough and angry.

"Please, Haruhi, don't shut me out again."

"Just leave, Kyoya. I don't need or want you here. Just stay out of it."

He stepped back and pushed up his glasses so that the glare from the lighting blocked his eyes. I watched as his face became stoic. "Alright Haruhi. I'll see you during the club then." With that said he turned and walked out of the room. I stand there frozen, unsure of what to do. I feel tears in my eyes and I blink them away. A knock sounds on the door a few seconds later; and for a moment I think that it's him, but it's only the nurse wanting to know if I'm alright. I tell her I am and she goes back to work.

I sigh and move back to the examination table. I lay down and drape my uninjured arm across my face. I hurt him. I could see the hurt my words caused, it flashed across his face before he put his mask back into place. The tears fall freely from my eyes now. I never wanted to hurt him. I actually had started to like him, but that is a luxury I can't afford anymore.

I watch her for a moment before turning to leave. As I pull the door closed behind me, my mind is far away. Something has changed within her. There is a look in her eyes that wasn't there before and I don't know what to make of it. I advance down the hall away from Haruhi's room as the pit in my stomach continues to grow. The state her apartment was in left a foul taste in my mouth. I haven't been able to sleep. I knew there was something wrong with her situation. I've seen a number of bruises on her but I've always thought that it was due to her being clumsy. But she has quite the number of absent days and it seems that it has reached a point to where her scholarship is in danger of being revoked. Although I doubt that the Hosts would allow her to kicked out of the school. Especially since Tamaki's father runs the school.

I head back to the font desk looking for the nurse. I get the details of who her attending is and set out to look for her. I find her looking at x-rays and clear my throat to get her attention. She looks up at me and narrows her eyes when she recognizes me.

"Can I help you Mr. Ootori?"

"Do you know what happened to Haruhi Fujioka?"

Her face becomes stern before she answers me. "I am nor at liberty to discuss this with you." I open my mouth to reply but she cuts me off. "I answer to your father, Mr. Ootori. Save us both some time and just save it, alright.?" She smiles sweetly at me and I feel my anger spike. I turn and leave without replying to her. I will get answers.

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The doctor comes in shortly after Kyoya leaves. She looks me over once more before telling me what the tests have shown. I have three fractured ribs, two shattered knuckles and one that is fractured. The cuts on my back were stitched well and I was told in the next couple weeks they should be healed enough to remove the stitches. She asks me who and how they were done and I told her that a friend with medical training took care of them last night after the incident. Once again she asked me if I wanted to contact the police, I told her I was positive that I didn't. She then went on to tell me about what I needed to during the next couple weeks so I would heal. She wrote me an antibiotic as well as a low level pain medicine to help with the discomfort due to my ribs. I thank her for her time as she prepares to leave.

We are driving home and the silence is soothing. He hasn't asked about Kyoya but I know he saw him enter and leave the emergency room. I think he can tell how tired I am right now and is allowing me this comfort. I know it will be short lived, once we get home both Yuuta and Yasuo will want to know my condition. Yuuta will most likely go into farther detail about my role here and Yasuo will probably try and talk me out of this decision. I look out the passenger window as I think of Yasuo. I don't know what to do about him. I'm not even sure how I feel about him. I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the window. I'm so tired of everything. I know the Isa's say they want me as a part of their family but I'm still useless. I can't even defend myself after all. I let out a shaky sigh and chew on my bottom lip. Perhaps it would have been better if he had killed me.

~A/N~

I know it's been forever since I've updated and I'm sorry about that. Life gets in the way sometimes. I'm also sorry for the short chapter, I know a lot of you were looking foreword for this chapter and I hate to disappoint you guys. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me, favorited/ followed the story/ myself. You guys are the reason this chapter is here.

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