A/N: Thank you for all your support! This chapter just DID NOT want to get written. I've been so busy, you just have no idea! Oh my goodness, I just read over the last chapter, and it really sucked like crazy! I had so many typos. I had way too many ideas running through my head at the time, my fingers couldn't type fast enough to get them all to make sense….I'm sorry you guys wasted your time reading that. I'll try to do better. T_T
It was a long silent walk home for Haruhi that day. She had so many different things racing through her mind , she was surprised she could find her way home, without being hit by a car. She had so many things she needed to talk about, but had no one to talk to. At her apartment she was either alone, or afraid. She had so many questions she needed to ask. Were they a couple? If they were a couple who should she tell? Who shouldn't she tell? How is she supposed to act when she's around him now? Why?, thought Haruhi. Why did Mori-sempai do it? The only other time Haruhi remembered feeling like this was when she was with James.
Haruhi could feel the hot tears running down her cheeks, separate from the cool soothing raindrops dripping from her long silky almond colored hair. Why was he doing this? How could he do this to her? After all they'd been through together, why had he chosen now to leave? Haruhi took a step forward and raised her right arm, ready to strike his expressionless face with all her might. She wanted to cause him as much pain as he was causing her. She stared into his vibrant green eyes for what seemed like hours, her arm frozen inches from his jaw. James took a hesitant step forward. He placed his smooth strong hand on her trembling wrist, slowly lowering her arm. He wrapped his arms around her petite waist and took her in a strong embrace. She held on to what little bit of hope they had left together, but it was no use. James released her, planted a soft gentle kiss on her forehead, and walked back to his car, where Cecile, his other love sat comfortably in the warm passenger's seat of his shiny new car. Her seat.
It was only a couple of months ago when they broke up. They were anxious to tell each other the big news they had. Haruhi told him she was moving across the world, James told Haruhi there was someone else. It wouldn't have been as bad, if Haruhi had been with James first. It would've hurt a little less, She would've had some sense of pride left, knowing that she had been cheated on, not cheated with. Thinking about it made her feel as worthless as when her dad brought his belt to her.
Haruhi shut and locked the door to her room, hoping to actually get some work done, before she went to bed that night. It was getting pretty impossible to do her school work in peace now that she was in the host club. Let's see, she thought, chewing her pencil, If 514-x y+7...She began writing mechanically, her mind starting to wander. Every so often she would check online to see if her answer was correct, but so far she had done perfectly. She smiled to herself, glad to have learned a lot of this in America. Haruhi laughed out loud as she remembered the day she came to Nicolette's doorstep, in her bright pink Scooby Doo pajamas, freaking out. She was so worried that everyone in Japan was going to be ahead of her she crammed in as much as she could in all the subjects she knew she would be taking at Ouran. They sat for hours at Nicolette's fuchsia desk, fueled on nothing but Monster and the seemingly endless s'mores brownies Nicolette's mother kept supplying. They both went back to school the next day with dark circles the size of saucers under their eyes. Glad it all paid o- she was interrupted mid-thought by two sharp knocks at her door. She froze, halfway through writing an inequality. It was so silent, she could hear her pencil drop on the plush pink rug, her dad reluctantly let her bring. Thirty seconds passed as she waited, hoping he would just go away, but it was useless. Two more sharp knocks soared across the room towards her eardrums. She knew what they meant. The thought of what she was about to do scared her to death as tried to move her suddenly heavy legs. The cool doorknob seemed to burn with a thousand flames beneath her palm, now slick with sweat. As soon as he heard the click of the knob Ranka came rushing in, hurriedly locking the door behind him. He slowly turned around to face Haruhi, his auburn covering his eyes, her weak desk lamp cast a shadow over his face.
"So, Haruhi," started Ranka. She knew where this was going, he said the same thing every time. When she was little, she believed it. "You know daddy's poor, right?"
"Yes, dad." she sighed, ready to get it over with. She couldn't stand all this hesitation. It made her feel even worse.
"Daddy has to pay the bills this month, so we can't afford to get you your physical examination this six months. Doctors in Japan are just so pricey these days." Ranka gave a nervous chuckle as he took a step towards his daughter. Haruhi instinctively took a step back, bumping into her bedside table. She flinched as her school books fell to the ground.
"See," he started again, seizing the opportunity he was given. " You're so clumsy, it keeps me awake at night not knowing if your precious body has any bruises, or anything."
"I'm fine, dad", she replied, nervously brushing her short hair away from her face. Ranka took two long strides forward, getting as close to her as he could without touching her. He gently placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the bed. She reluctantly sat down, with her back to him. Ranka smiled sweetly and turned off the light. Haruhi cried silently as he pressed his hand down onto her breasts, gently massaging them as he nudged her into a lying down position. First he slowly undressed her, taking his time, moaning slightly, then he undressed himself, and took his spot on the bed on top of her. He rubbed and massaged her whole body, all the while his moaning getting louder, the "inspection" getting more rough and thorough. Haruhi's small body, covered in bruises began to shake with shame, and remorse.
After about an hour of torture, Ranka got up to leave. He stood at the door for a moment, whispered a soft "I love you", and went to his own room, where he would sleep peacefully as if nothing had ever happened. Haruhi lay in the same position for the rest of the night, not getting a wink of sleep. She cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Why had she let him do it again? She was old enough now to know that it's wrong. She deserved better, didn't she?
Haruhi shivered as she typed the last few words of her essay. She slowly closed her laptop, admiring it's sleek black on black design. It matched the iPod she was currently pulling from her pocket, as she prepared for a short nap before, she had to start cleaning up. Not long after she lay her head down on an expensive couch pillow, Hikaru, and Kouru propped her back up.
"Hey, Haruhi," started Hikaru, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Me and Kouru have been wondering lately-"
"Where did a commoner like you, get such an expensive laptop?" finished Kouru. Haruhi sighed as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, determined to get some sort of rest, before she went back to work.
"A couple of months before I came here, I was researching other kinds of scholarships I could apply for, and I saw one where they would give you a laptop and iPod if you wrote an essay explaining why you needed them. I told them about how I was going to live in Japan and go to some fancy rich school and I guess they pitied me or something, because I won." She was pretty content with just laying there for a while, dozing off, when one of the twins (It may have been Hikaru) started running his hands up and down the sides of her body. Kouru followed his brother's lead and had begun to play with her hair, when she heard Tamaki running across the room, screaming for them to stop "molesting his Haruhi". Haruhi opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar scene-Tamaki yelling at the twins; the twins not caring and looking for something more stimulating. Instead her eyes seemed to wander across the room until they found Mori, sitting dutifully next to Hunny, who was enjoying a particularly large slice of strawberry short cake. As luck would have it, he was looking her way as well. The two stayed like that for a while, oblivious to their surroundings, lost in each other's eyes. Mori looked as if, he were about to come her way, when Tamaki stepped in front of Haruhi, blocking their view of one another.
"So Haruhi," he started, one hand running through his golden hair, the other grasping hers intimately, "How would you like to go on a trip? We'll steal you away in the dead of night, and take you to a private water park, where you can relax with me all day long. What do you say? Sounds like fun, right?" His childish ways had taken over again. He was staring at her with his deep violet puppy dog eyes so eagerly, she didn't think she could say no. She knew she probably should, but he looked so sweet and innocent ant the moment, she just couldn't bear to say anything that might make him unhappy. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"When do you-" nobody could hear the rest of her question over Hunny, and Tamaki's squeals of joy. Hunny ran over and plopped himself on her lap, snuggling close as Tamaki explained the details of their little outing.
"We'll pick you up next Saturday, don't worry about the cold, it's an indoor park. Kyouya's family wanted us to come check it out and see if they needed to make any changes or anything. We will be going to dinner afterward, so bring a nice dress."
"Do you have a dress?" Hikaru cut in. "It's a pretty fancy restaurant so it's going to be black tie formal. If you don't have one, I'm sure we could get you something from our mother's collection, she won't mind."
"I have a dress," Haruhi replied, "but I don't have a swimsuit at the moment. I don't have to swim, I can just watch."
"That's ok," said Kouru, " We can just take some samples of our mother's summer line from last year. When we get there you can just try some on, to see which one fits best. Don't worry about it being last season, nobody will be there to see you."
"Gee thanks." came her sarcastic reply. She could tell he was trying to console her, but she didn't really care about what others thought about her. If she liked what she was wearing, she wore it. If she liked what she was doing, she did it. Period end of story. Haruhi covered her mouth as she yawned, still very tired. She muttered an inaudible excuse me in English-her natural language-before sliding Hunny off her lap and lying back don on the couch. Her second attempt at a nap was about to fail, when she heard a thundering velvety voice tell the other host clubbers, to let her nap. She made a mental note to thank Mori later, as she was washing dishes. They also needed to have a very important discussion before he went home for the day.