The Abused and Suicidal Host {EDITED}

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Also a little bit of blood and harsh words in this chapter so.... you've been warned!

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Two days after the visit to the Fujioka house we were getting ready for school vacations, as I sat in class two minutes before the bell, the students around me wouldn't stop talking about what they were going over the holidays.

And then when I went to the club room, they wouldn't shut up about the holidays either, meanwhile, I would be stuck at home with my asshole of a father, or he would go to Hawaii or some other tropical island like he normally does, leaving me by myself, here in Tokyo.

I hoped with everything in me that he would be going away for the holidays, that way I could finally have some time to myself without the fear of being beaten half to death

I think I might go to the Yanagisawa family mansion in Karuizawa, where the Host club won't be. Hopefully.

When club activities ended I walked outside and headed to the car where I was met with an extremely happy Sakura "Young Master!!, there's good news!!" he said excitedly, "What news could possibly be good Sakura?" I asked, "The master is going away for the holidays... to The Caribbean," he said.

'The Caribbean... that's on the other side of the world' I thought "And the best part young master..." he paused and looked me dead in the eye, which was pretty hard for him to do considering I towered over him, "Is that the master is already gone" he continued.

I was shocked "Well Sakura, I suppose that is good news..." I said then got into the car. Sakura happily got into the car and drove towards the house I reside in, I don't call it home because I believe that home is where the heart is, and my heart died the day my brother did, my heart rest's in a grave just like he does.

When we pulled up and Sakura opened the door for me I saw all of the servants all happily flittering around, I supposed they're happy they don't have to worry about losing their jobs now that he's gone.

"Young master, welcome home, dinner is being prepared now, so please hurry and change, also tonight's dinner is your favourite" Lucy said (Lucy Is head maid for the Yanagisawa family) "Lucy honestly I don't care about what's for dinner...., I haven't for a long time now" I said and walked up the stairs.

*3rd person POV*

When he got to his room he placed his bag on his desk chair and sat on the foot of his bed, the end of school was creeping closer, he had to start preparing, but now he wasn't so sure he wanted to go through with his plan a certain host club had thrown a spanner in the works.

And a certain host had made Araki feel things he had never felt before, he didn't know if those feelings were good or bad...

He knew that if he still wanted to go through with his plan he would have to cut all communication with the host club, but he didn't know if he could do that..., not now that they have grown on him.

The host club was just like a massive tumour, he didn't know if he wanted to deal with the pain that would come if he had it removed, or if he wanted to just live with it.

But then he also had his father, who hadn't cared for his son since his divorce, and beat his son as if he meant nothing. He had beat his son and fed him so many lies that he had started to believe them years ago.

Araki was lost, he didn't know what to do anymore, his urge for death was still as present as ever, that was the only thing Araki knew would never go away.

He wanted – no NEEDED to die, he knew his father's words to be true, that he would never achieve anything in life, and with that thought, a certain part of his mind took over.

He stood with emotionless eyes, and walked into his ensuite bathroom closing and locking the door he opened the cabinet and pulled out his blades, pulled off his shirt and picked up a single blade, he made a deep cut into his wrist with every memory of his father's words that flew in his head.

"You worthless piece of shit!!!"

1 cut...

"I should've thrown you to your whore of a mother!!"

2 cuts...

"I knew I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance!"

3 cuts...

"I don't know what I did wrong to deserve a disgusting creator like you for a son!"

4 cuts...

"You think I actually wanted you, HA!!! I embarrassingly got stuck with your faggot ass!"

5,6 cuts...

"Of course I got stuck with a weak, useless, pathetic, stupid fag like you for a sorry excuse for a son..."

7,8,9,10,11,12 cuts...

The next one hurt Araki the most, not only because he knew it to be true, but it hurt that his father had even mentioned him...

"YOU SHOULD'VE DIED WITH YOUR BROTHER!!!!"

13... 17..... 24..... 32.................... 57 cuts...

Araki was now covered with his blood and saw black dots dance around in his vision, he carefully laid himself down in the slowly gathering pool of blood, losing consciousness but the last thing he heard before he closed his eyes and started to knock on death's door was a loud crash and screaming...

Then all at once...

Nothing.