Tamaki's Lil Sister

Chapter 21

I didn't even get to my room before I started crying. How could he do this to me? I don't want to marry anyone except who I choose. I was walking past my brother's room, when the door opened. His face poking out, happy and smiling until he saw my face.

"Chi, what's the matter?!"

"Nothing." I wiped my face and kept walking.

"Well, there obviously is. You're crying!"

"I'm fine, leave me alone." I reached my door, and tried to get in. I was suddenly hugged from behind, my brother's familiar arms wrapping around me comfortingly. "Get off me." I screwed my face up, and pushed him off of me, and slamming the door in his face. I saw his face for less than half a second before it shut, but his face looked half broken. I feel so bad.

I slumped to the ground, my back against the door, tired of everything. I wish I didn't have to put up with Tamaki's dad all the time. He either acts nice, and pretends to be my dad, or he is just plain manipulative and rude. Tamaki is the only member of family I truly have, except my mother, who is somewhere hidden in France. She'll be fine, but I need him. I'm not going to leave him. I just need some space for now. Talking about what's happened will just make it worse.

I wish I could just run away, then I wouldn't have to put up with his shit. I couldn't though. He's the principal of the school, which means he could find me as soon as I waltz into the school. He could see and control everything. I don't even know why he hasn't stopped me hosting. Maybe he knows it'll make my brother happy? Maybe he's letting me have some free reign before he sells me off to the son of a wealthy businessman? Who knows...

I wipe my eyes. I'm not crying because I'm sad, because that's stupid. When I'm angry, I can't stop crying. It makes me seem pathetic, I know. I hear a thump on the other side of the door, and I can tell Tamaki is sat in the other side.

"When you feel like it, you can talk to me. If you don't want to tell me, that's okay, but if it's making you sad, then we can fix it. Okay?"

"Okay." I sniff. "Can we talk about it later? I just want a hug." I open the door, and I'm immediately taken into his arms reassuringly. He gives the best hugs. We sit stupidly on the floor, in a doorway, in his arms for a while. I'm glad I've got him.

"You're the best sister in the world, and it kills me to see you upset. If there's anything I can do, you can tell me." He mumbles in French. I laugh at him.