Author's Note: My first story. Inspired by many, many incidents in both the Anime and other fan fics that have Haruhi being completely controlled by the guys. Just wanted to see her stand up for herself and not get conned into coming back without a fix. Minor character bashing of the guys. Probably a little OOC, because she's finally telling them to shove it.

Please review. Constructive ideas/criticism will be welcomed. I think I know where this is going, but suggestions might make me stray from the path.

Chapter 1 - The Last Straw

"Haruhi!" A piercing call welcomed me as I walked into Music Room 3. Tamaki had a way of making me wish I could just turn around and leave. He was too much like my father...he even thought of himself in that role. I have one father to take care of, I don't need another.

"Haruhi, you are late again. I will have to add this to your debt. Try to be on time in the future," Kyoya intoned from the sidelines. Without stopping his fast typing on this laptop, he looked over at me and smirked. That rich bastard is always adding to my dept. Is he trying to remind me constantly of the power he holds over me or is he just a jerk? Does he really think of me as just a lapdog?

Tamaki scooped me up in a crushing embrace and swung me around the room. This was nothing new, it happened almost every day. I hoped today would be lucky and he wouldn't knock something over with my feet. How many tea cups have been added to my debt because of his crazy antics? I can't even remember.

He screamed in my ear, "How is my cute daughter doing today?"

"Put me down, sempi. I can't breathe," I choked out, knowing he either wouldn't hear me or wouldn't accept the words I was saying.

At this point, the twins ran up to us yelling at Tamaki to stop playing with their toy. Damn, I am sick of that nickname. At what point in my life did I stop being a person and become an object of interest for these 6 guys. There are times I feel like a bug under a microscope, with them trying to see what makes me tick. Of course, they don't try to understand my life, just ridicule or become fascinated with it as a concept, an oddity.

The twins grabbed me and tried to pull me out of Tamaki's grasp. It turned into a tug-of-war with me as the rope. Tamaki holding my left arm by the wrist and the twins holding my right by the wrist and upper arm. I looked around the room and saw Kyoya typing on his laptop, Hunni eating cake, and Mori watching, but not moving to do anything. Great – looks like I'll get no help today.

"She's our toy! You can't play with her!" "Yea, Boss! Let her go!" the twins yelled at Tamaki.

He answered with a strong pull and, "Evil doppelgangers! Who knows what kind of perverse things you want to do to my sweet daughter. I'll never let you have her!"

Shit, that really hurt my shoulder. I don't understand why they can't realize what they are doing to me. They've given me bruises from this kind of treatment. Hiding them from my dad and during those ridiculous cosplays has been stretching my creativity. I feel like a chew toy.

Pull. "Ouch" I yell.

"She's ours!"

Pull. "Stop," I beg.

"You can't have her!"

Pull. "You're hurting me," I grunt.

"Give us our toy!"

Pull. POP. And I suddenly scream the highest and loudest I think I've ever done. It echoed throughout the room and down the hall.

All movement in the room stopped. All eyes turned to me, aghast. The tug-of-war players dropped my arms instantly and I screamed again in pain as my injured arm dropped to my side.

The look of shock and horror on their faces was priceless. They broke their toy. Now what will they play with?

Within seconds they were surrounding me, touching me, trying to comfort me. Couldn't they tell they were making it worse? Couldn't they tell they were hurting me more as they were touching? No, of course not. The only framework I fit into was how I related to them. Rich Bastards!

Tears streaming down my face, I screamed, "DON'T TOUCH ME," and jerked away from them. Stopping their attempts and looking at me, it was clear that some of them, specifically those three idiots, didn't realize it was their fault.

I cradled my left arm and started backing up towards the door. I wanted out. I wanted to be done. I wanted nothing more to do with any of them. I was disgusted, furious, and pushed past my limits.

"Don't ever touch me again! Leave me alone. Look at what you've done!" I screamed at them, "How could you?"

"Harahi, I think your shoulder has been dislocated. You need to see a doctor." Kyoya was pulling out his cell phone and slowly approaching me. He might have wanted to get me medical attention, but I bet that bastard was going to add it to my debt. I didn't want any of them, or any of Kyoya's doctors touching me. A sickening shiver went down my spine and I tried to repress it.

"NO! My beautiful daughter has been assaulted by those evil twins. I'll save you, Harahi. I'll take you to the hospital in my limo - it's faster than anyone else's." The blonde started to run towards me, looking like he was going to grab me up in his arms again.

"GET AWAY!" I screamed. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

Tamaki was shocked into stillness. He couldn't believe his precious daughter used that tone of voice with him.

"Look at what you've done! I'm not a fucking toy! I am not a rope to be pulled. I am a PERSON! But you all never see me as an individual. You only see me in the context of yourselves. You are not happy unless you are controlling me!" I continued to back towards the door, looking at their expressions. I could tell they didn't get it. "I'm leaving. I don't have to put up with this shit. DON'T FOLLOW ME! I'm NEVER coming back!"

"Haru-chan...don't go! Please!" But even the sweet sincerity of Honey-sempi could not make me stop.

I opened the door, backed through it, turned and left without a backward glance.

The door slammed with a sense of permanence. Six pairs of eyes looked at each other in terror. She was hurt. She left. She said she never wanted to see them again. What now?

I'll update if there is interest. Won't promise an update schedule because, you know, life.