Rich Girls Can Cry Too.
Chapter Four
When I reached my house it began to rain.
I wonder who has moved on and who's heart I've broken?
I walked up to the side door that lead into the kitchen. Once I entered, I saw Nikooru standing at the table.
"Welcome home. Did you have a nice week? Did you got caught in the rain?" She greeted me, sounding far too happy.
"Only when I got to the door. My week was fine now can I help you, Nikooru?" I asked, failing to hide my hatred for my step-mother.
"No, I just felt you should know that your grandparents are going to be staying with us. Your father asked that you stay in your original bedroom; the one upstairs."
"No thank you. I'll gladly join dinner and family time with my grandparents but I will not stay that close to you, my brother, or my father."
"Well, they're my parents, and we all just want you to be a part of our family." Nikooru pouted her lip like she might cry.
"Me? Part of the family? Stop, please, you're killing me," I laughed bitterly, "As if I was a part of this family anymore!"
"Well I never–" She started.
"You never, what? Never threw parties without me? Never married a man who's child is in another country? Never treat me like shit?" My voice shook with rage, "You've done it all! Right down to marrying my father, who was already married to my mother, who was living in another country! Who does that?"
"I-I will not stand to be insulted in my own home! Don't think your father won't hear about this!"
"You're an evil witch! Go right ahead and tell my father, I dare you. He doesn't treat me like his child either," I shouted, after a moment of staring at each other, I walked away. I walked to my room.
I pushed the door shut and laid down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling and felt tears stream down my face. My head was raging. I pressed my hands over my eyes.
My phone rang. I cleared my throat, trying to clear the sound of sadness and anger from my voice. "Hello?"
"Hey, Airs? It's Haruhi." The voice replied.
"Oh, hi. What's up?"
"Tamaki told us what happened in last period."
"Oh... Okay, what did he say?"
"Well, he's playing it off, but..."
"It was an accident." I made sure Haruhi knew, "I thought that maybe I should
call to clear it up but I probably wouldn't have,"
"Why? Is everything okay, you sound like you've been crying?"
"When is anything okay?"
"So something's wrong?"
"Maybe, I don't know."
"How do you not know?"
"Look, it's been a long day, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Airs. Call me later, okay?" Haruhi pleaded with her voice.
"Sure. Bye." I hung up the phone. I placed it to the side on my bed table. Everything is wrong.
I woke up to my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I groaned.
"Hey, Airs?" a voice answered.
"Who is this?"
"Tamaki."
"Oh, hey."
"Haruhi said she called you and wasn't sure if you were okay."
"So you're calling me?"
"Of course. I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I don't even know what happened that yesterday."
"Neither do I, can we just say it didn't happen?"
"Yeah, the guys said you'd say that. That's fine with me. Not that I don't like you, I just don't know you very well, but your really nice, but I don't like you, I mean-"
"It's fine Tamaki. It's really okay."
"Okay,"
"Cool,"
"No problem," he agreed awkwardly.
"Bye,"
"Bye." I hung up the phone and fell back asleep.
"Airs, Airs. I know it's early but your father needs to see you," a maid shook me awake.
"Okay, okay. Thank you Mai." I replied as I sat up.
"You're welcome, ma'am." Mai turned and left. I looked at the small day-by-day calendar that Mai always changed for me.
I slept all weekend? Wow.
I took my time walking to my father's study. I knew he was mad but I had no idea of just how mad or who at. I pushed open the door and stood in front of my father's desk, my knees knocked together in fear. My father turned to face me. As he stood up, he slammed his hands down hard on his desk.
"Do you have any idea how stupid you are?" His voice hard and his face bright red. "How dare you think you can boss your mother around!"
"She's not my mother! She will never be my mother!" I shouted back, trying to match my father's level of rage.
My father leaned over his desk and raised his hand at my face. He struck me. I flew to my knees and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't help but let the tears fall. I slowly rose and left his office, still clutching my face.
I ran the rest of the way to my bedroom and closed the door. All I could do was fall to the floor. God damn it! I quickly wiped my eyes, I have to get ready for school. I stood up and walked over to my dresser. Once dressed, I looked in the mirror. A large red mark stood out on my face. So I decided to wear my hair down, for the first time in five years, too school.
As I walked into the school building, everyone noticed my hair covering my face, but no one knew it was me. Some whispered, "Is she new here?" as I passed.
I hurried past the music rooms, my head down. I was hoping I wouldn't to run into any of the Hosts.
"Airs?" A shocked voice called to me.
Shit.
"What?" I turned, "Oh hello, Kyoya."
"Good morning. Is everything alright?" Kyoya asked with mild concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine. A little shaken, that's all."
"Oh, good morning Kyoya, Airs," Tamaki said in a sing-song tone from behind me.
"Same to you, Tamaki." Kyoya returned.
I closed my eyes to stop from crying. "Umm. I have to go... Study for a test. See you two later." I quickly rushed past them and headed towards the nearest library. Please, I hope they didn't see the hand print across my face.
"Wait?" Tamaki yelled from behind.
What, "Yes Tamaki-sempi?" I replied.
"What's wrong, you can't wish us good morning?"
"Nothing's wrong." I gritted my teeth.
"Really?" He asked. I nodded, my head down. Tamaki pushed my hair out of my face. He seemed shocked as his haze fell upon my left check. A tear ran down my face. I pushed Tamaki's hand away.
"I said I was fine." I said, my voice wavering. I fell to my knees, disregarding the fact that others could see me. Kyoya came and knelt next to me, he gently stroked my face with the back of his hand.
"It's okay," he whispered. He stood up and helped my to my feet.
"I really have to study," I dried my tears and turned to leave without looking back.