Why Me? (an OHSHC yaoi Fanfic)

Father.

Iowa's POV

I walk home from school and I may have over estimated my time.....I got home at 8:15....I KNOW J KNOW YELL AT ME ALL YOU WANT BUT I WANTED CHOCOLATE AND I WASNT GONNA WAIT ANY LONGER! *sigh* I walk into the house, quietly shutting the door behind me hoping that my father will not hear.

"Where were you?" I hear an angry voice say..... Father. "I was at the club, but they held me after for a meeting." I half lied, looking down. "About what?" My brain scatters searching for a quick reply "they said that they have to do a home visit tomorrow to see my home situation." I say quickly, taking in a deep breath. I look up to my father to see him furious.

"You shall clean this entire house spotless and get rid of any bad things." He orders. I stand there dumbfounded and dared to speak. "Couldn't the maids do it." I sass. "You are asking for a beating. I asked you to do it so you will." He yells and walks upstairs. "If its not done by morning you will no longer see sunlight!"

I gulp at his threat and sling my backpack off my shoulders...I have a lot of work to do. I role up my sleeves, take off my tie and shoes, and get to work.

~~~time skip named Nick cause why not~~~

I wipe the sweat from off my for head and look around the room I am standing in, spotless..... The whole house is spotless and I'm finished and its onnnlllyyy 7:30!?!?!? I'm gonna be late for school! I rush up stairs and quickly change my clothes, brush my teeth, grab my keys and backpack, and head out the door.

On thee drive to school I start to doze off slightly swerving but luckily the person behind me honked and that woke me enough to get me to school. Once I reach the parking lot I park and sluggishly grab my stuff and head to the club room.

Once I get into the room, all of the boys......and Haruhi are talking. "Ah Iowa nice of you to join us." Kyoya says pushing up his glasses. I wave to him and put my stuff down, then lay down on the couch to catch up on some much needed rest.... well I was going to until Mori picked me up and I opened my eyes. "He has bags under his eyes." Wow....that's the longest sentence I've ever heard Mori say...I'd clap but I'm being help by an over grown man. "He what! What has happens to my baby!" Tamaki yells dramatically running over to me. Mori sets me down, then Tamaki starts to check me over. "He's probably fine boss-" "-maybe just tired" Karou finishes for his brother.

I role my eyes then look to Haruhi for help. She shakes her head 'no' I'm about to give up when the bell rings.... Man I wanted to sleep. I whine. "We are coming tonight to see your home situation." Kyoya says, writing something down in his death note...I mean death book.....I mean book.... But this was perfect timing.

I smile to Kyoya. "Okay. Are you coming right after? Or are you going to go to your own then mine?" I ask sweetly. He smirks "Well we will just show up at a random time!." I sweat drop. "We?" I ask. "Yes the whole host club will be coming." I nod and start my walk to my first class.....what will father do....

~~~time skip named Larry cause I ship it~~~

I walk home warrily, and worried of what the host club will think of my abode. Sigh. I walk into my house and see my dad stumble down the stairs. My eyes widen. No....he...he wouldn't have gotten drunk knowing they were coming...... I look to my fathers face to see him with a smirk. "You." He points with the hand that holds a beer bottle. I put my bag down by the door and put my hands up. "Father... Please. The host club are coming. You need to get sobered up, or they will call social services." I say slowly walking towards him. He just laughs and walks towards me.

He suddenly grips the handle of the beer bottle at a different angle and swings of towards my face. I quickly block my face with my hands and fall to the floor, the bottle shattered, leaving glass shards in my arms. S*** what is the host club going to think? I look up to my father, who has a smirk. "Go clean up." He says with the most sober voice in the world. I look at him in shock....what's going on. He simply wipes invisible dust from off his suit and walks up stairs. "Clean this up." He orders before fully leaving.

I look around me, still in shock from the situation. There is shattered glass, and beer all around me, along with my blood. I slowly bring my knees to my chest and close my eyes, breathing in really, trying to prevent a panic attack from happening.

A few minutes pass and I am fully calmed down and the blood flow from my arm has slowed to a drip. I stand up hesitantly and quickly grab a towel and tuck tap it around my arm. Then I quickly grab the cleaning supplies and start soaking up the beer and blood. After all of the liquids are gone I sweep up the glass and too a final mopping layer......that total took roughly 10 minutes. Sigh.... Time to bandage my arm. I run upstairs to my bedrooms bathroom and start to take off the towel, wicing. That burns. I take out all of the glass, put dis infectant on it, then I put antibiotic ointment down before putting down gauze and then wrapping my entire arm. Sigh. Done.

*door bell*

Oh god they're here.

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A/n Welp I hope you enjoyed that. I'm sorry about last week. And for not updating so soon. I was not home at all today, so I didn't have my tablet to update. BUT IM GONNA TRY HARDER OKAY!! okay well if you have any suggestions on what should happen comment  message me, and vote if you liked it or not I don't really...care but any who PEACE OUT MY LLAMA LOVEN FRIENDS

(My new favorite) song: Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

~Bella