She Needs Help

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or any of its characters. I own the plot of this story.

Chapter Fourteen: The Horrible Home Of Haruhi Fujioka

Haruhi looked around her apartment, it felt so lonely with no one there. She wondered when her dad would be off from work but then shook her head to herself, hopefully she'd be sleeping by then. She walked into the kitchen and did the dishes she had from when everyone was over a couple hours ago.

School should be starting back up again soon for her. She hadn't been there in so long, she knew she was behind on a lot of the school work. Yet the girl didn't want to go. Yes it was very unusual for the normally very academic girl to feel, yet, she really dreaded that day when she had to go back. She sighed to herself and looked up at the ceiling, her mind thinking about many things.

"Haruhi?" she heard a soft voice call causing her to jump in shock and look around. She didn't see anyone.

"Haruhiiii," a sing song-y voice came next, a heavy female tone in it, "Come be with me, Haruhi."

Her head continued to whip around as she searched for where the familiar voice was coming from yet she saw nothing. A couple more calls later and her eyes finally landed on a picture straight across from her. Her mother. The woman's eyes stared into her soul, her lips moved with the next call Haruhi heard. Her eyes widened and she froze completely.

"Come along, Haruhi-chan. I miss you very much, my dear," her mother's head tipped and she smiled at her daughter.

"I...I..." Haruhi stuttered, not sure what was happening whatsoever.

"What's wrong, my child?" her mother asked.

Haruhi couldn't speak, she shook her head and quickly ran out of the apartment. She continued shaking her head as she hurriedly walked down the sidewalk, trying to get far away from her apartment. She had no clue what she was doing, she just knew she couldn't sit there and continue to hallucinate like she was. She noticed the supermarket coming up, and while not having her purse, she decided to go in and look to see what they all had there.

She spent nearly three hours in the supermarket just browsing all of the wares there was inside. By the time she realized she had to get home, the sun was already disappearing beyond the horizon. Her short legs carried her quickly back to her apartment and as soon as she was back inside she noticed that her father was home. She quietly tip-toed around to try to avoid being heard and made her way to the kitchen. Her father wasn't exactly the same when he came home from work...or when he came home drunk, rather. She thought she heard him in his bedroom but wasn't too sure so she just quickly grabbed a quick snack to bring with her into her room where she would retreat for the night until the next morning when she would head to Ouran to meet with her teachers to catch up on what she's all missed.

"Haruhiiiii, is that you? Are you homeeee?" her father's feminine voice called.

Haruhi flinched and refused to turn around, knowing he was somewhere in the hall or the doorway. She listened to his not so light footsteps as they approached her. Soon enough she felt his hot breath against the back of her head and her shoulders began to tremble slightly in fear. Her father got very aggressive and violent when he was drunk, and Haruhi did a very good job at making sure nobody knew this outside of their family. She knew she should tell her friends but she didn't know what they'd do if they found out. Her father never remembered any of it and if he did he always would ignore it unless he thought she was going to bring it up, then he would glare at her until she silenced herself.

"Welcome home, Haruhiiiiiii," Her father giggled behind her and his left hand gripped onto her right shoulder painfully and whipped her around.

She said nothing and cast her eyes downward, ignoring him. He frowned and grabbed her other shoulder now and shook her harshly. bumping her back into the counter a few times. She cringed a little before recovering and continuing to avoid his eyes.

"Look at me," He grumbled, quickly snapping her head upwards she she was looking at him. She could smell the alcohol wafting off of him but still kept her mouth shut.

"What've you been up to while I've been gone, Haruhiiiiii? I bet you've missed Daddy, haven't you?" He smiled sweetly at her and she now tried to squirm away but his hand on her shoulder only tightened, making her squeak in pain. "Or have you been too busy with your boy toys to even care that I was gone?" he now pouted at her.

She shook her head in response to the best of her ability and stared at him with pleading eyes. He shook his head at her and frowned.

"Oh Haruhiiii. Your mother would be so very disappointed that you're fooling around with those men who will never love you or ever even think of you as an equal. They're only using you as something new and interesting, I don't know why you bother trying. But alas, your mother was just like that...a little slut... Until she finally realized her mistake and met me," her father glowered down at her as she visibly cringed as if every word he said was like a slap to the face. She shook her head again at him.

"You're wrong. You're just drunk and you don't know any better, Dad," she mustered up all her courage to say that before falling silent and looking away again.

"What did you just say to me, you little brat?" her father roared, throwing her to the tile and kicking her in the back.

Haruhi curled into a ball on the floor, tears brimming in her eyes. She refused to look at him as he towered over her while seething. Finally he staggered back a little ways.

"Screw it, you're worthless. All you do is cause trouble and whore yourself around. I don't know why I bother wasting my breath on you," he grumbled and then walked back to his room, slamming the door.

Haruhi lay there until she was sure he wasn't coming back and then grabbed a glass of water and hurried to her room, closing and locking the door before crawling into her bed and setting her glass on the table next to her. She stared at the ceiling, tears still running down her face. I wish you were still here, Mom... She cried herself to sleep that night. She already knew she wasn't going to get much sleep. Her back, head, and shoulders were throbbing in pain. She sighed to herself. I wish I could be with you Mom, She thought as it dawned on her that Ranka would only beat on both of them then if her mother were still here.

She frowned and rolled onto her stomach and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.

Hello! Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter but we're back to the drama part. Here's what goes on in Haruhi's personal life in my story. Yes Ranka has always been this way, it's not just been since his wife passed. I hope you guys don't hate this but it was my original plot for this story until I realized I could do other things and then just incorporated this into the story at a later date, which would be now. Well please review and let me know what you think! I wanna hear what you guys have to say about this new introduction. We'll also find out soon where Ranka has been this whole time and what he was doing ;P

Thank you for all the lovely reviews last chapter! I hope to get just as many (or more ;D) this time!

~Hita~