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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran and don’t make money off of my silly little fantasies.

Chapter List
- 1-Recover Ch 1
- 2-Recover Ch 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Recover Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
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Recover

A/N: A lot of background stuff in this chapter that sets things up for the future. I admit I like hurt/comfort, so forgive me if I wallow in it sometimes.

Ch 13

Haruhi let herself flop face-first onto the bed in front of her. What a fricking day. She fought the urge to hide under a pillow as she heard someone knock gently on the door then slowly open it. She rolled over and sat up to see Honey bounce into the room, followed by Mori with her bag over his shoulder. Haruhi got up quickly.

“Oh, I could have gotten that, Mori-senpai.” She took it from him and set it next to the closet. “I forgot it after I got off the phone with Dad.”

“It's fine.” He told her quietly.

“Is your dad ok with you staying with us, Haru-chan?” Honey asked hopefully.

Haruhi gave him a thumbs-up. “Yeah, it's all good.” She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. “I'm not sure how much longer I can give him excuses, though. He's starting to sound suspicious.” She sighed. “Ugh, the other marks were just gone and now I scratched myself up.” She gingerly touched a harsh red mark on her throat. “So, stupid.” She sat heavily on the bed.

“It'll be ok, Haru-chan.” Honey patted her knee gently. “You're ok now.”

Haruhi looked at Honey as his voice wavered. Fat tears welled in his wide eyes.

“Honey-senpai?” She touched his cheek.

Honey lunged forward, burying his face in her chest and hugging her tight. “Mmm ah mm mmm mmmnnph.” He mumbled into her shirt.

Haruhi patted his back and stroked his hair. “What was that?”

“He said you have to be ok.” Mori said as he sat next to her. “He's been worried.”

Honey hiccuped as he looked up at Haruhi. “We've both been worried.”

Haruhi leaned a shoulder against Mori as she held Honey. “I'm sorry.”

Mori stiffened and grunted. “No.”

Honey nodded. “Takashi's right, you have nothing to be sorry for, Haru-chan. And we're really glad you're here. You just have to tell us if there's anything we can do for you.”

Honey suddenly flushed scarlet. “I mean, I don't know if we can do all the things Kyoya did, but... but... “ Honey's spine straightened and he looked as serious as Haruhi had ever seen him. “If that's what you need then we would try, for you.”

Haruhi groaned and let herself fall back on the bed, covering her face in mortification. “God, I can't believe everyone knows about that, that everyone saw. I'm so embarrassed.”

Honey cuddled up next to her, his head on her shoulder. Mori laid down on her other side, cheek propped on one palm.

“Don't be.” Mori said gently.

Haruhi peeked between her fingers. “I guess you guys already knew already, anyway. Kyoya-senpai said you talked to him.”

“Yeah,” Honey replied. “He was afraid of hurting you. He needed someone to talk to. Were you mad?”

Haruhi let her hands fall, one petting through Honey's soft blonde hair. “No, I can understand. Did you have a psychology class or something? How did you know that stuff?”

Honey and Mori exchanged a glance.

“Not a class.” Mori said.

“Oh...” Haruhi said.

Honey looked at Mori then caught Haruhi's eyes. “We want to tell you something, because we think it might help you. But, it might be hard for you to hear and we don't want to freak you out.”

Mori nodded. “If it's too soon to share.”

“So, if you don't want to hear it now that's ok, it's kind of a scary story.” Honey said.

Haruhi thought about it seriously then gave Honey a squeeze. “You can tell me if you think it's important. If it gets too hard for me I'll stop you.”

Honey seemed at a loss how to start.

Mori scooted a little closer. “There was a girl named Camille.”

Honey found his voice and continued.

Honey explained how Camille's mother worked in the Haninozuka household. Camille was a few years older than Honey and Mori. They were friendly, but not terribly close. If she didn't have anything planned on her school breaks she would come with her mother and work for a little extra spending money.

“I think we were fourteen or fifteen a year she helped out over summer break. Cami-chan's mom had to stay late and asked if we could walk Cami-chan home. We were in the dojo and were going to take her as soon as we finished sparring.

“I don't know if she was in a hurry, or if she got bored waiting, or if she just didn't think she needed to be escorted by a couple kouhais two years younger than her. Anyway, she wasn't there when we finished.

“We found her mom. She was pretty irritated that Cami-chan hadn't waited. But when she called home Cami-chan wasn't there, and she didn't answer her cell either. Her mom figured she went over to her best friend's house without checking in. Takashi and I decided to walk over to her apartment to see if maybe she was there and just didn't answer the phone. Her mom was glad 'cause she really wanted to finish her work.

“It didn't look like there had been any car accidents or anything on the route to her place, which was something her mom had been worried about. We would have just walked into the building, but there was a lock that needed a code. So we had to wait outside a minute and call Cami-chan's mom to get the code. We were about to go in when there was a crash in the alley next to the building, it sounded like a trash-can getting knocked over or something. I might have ignored it. I don't know. But Takashi went to check it out and I followed him.

Honey took a deep breath and continued.

“It was Cami-chan. She heard us talking to her mom. She'd reached a trash-can with her foot and knocked it over, trying to get our attention.” Honey's voice slowed to a stop.

After a minute Haruhi couldn't contain herself. “Was she ok?”

Mori shook his head. “No.”

Haruhi licked her dry lips. “What happened?”

Honey curled closer to Haruhi, she tucked her arm around him.

“She'd just broken up with her boyfriend, I guess.” Honey said softly. “Her mom didn't even know she'd had a boyfriend. He'd been getting weird and possessive for a while. Apparently he threw a fit one day when she'd gone out with her friends and didn't answer his calls. It made her mad and she dumped him. That had been a few days before. When she went home he was outside her building waiting for her, and he tried to get her to take him back. She wasn't having any of it. At some point he got her into the alley. When we got to the alley she was there with him. The guy was holding her down and had his hand over her mouth. She was bleeding. She was hurt. She...”

Honey held Haruhi tight and was quiet again. Haruhi looked to Mori.

“He was beating her up?” She asked, afraid of what he would say.

“No.” Mori shook his head sadly. “He was raping her.”

Honey took a shuddering breath. “We got her out of there. Got her to the hospital. Physically she was scratched up and bruised, they only kept her overnight. But her heart and her head... she was all messed up.”

Haruhi fought a shiver, her stomach felt full of ice-water. “Messed up?”

“She stayed home for a month or so. Which wasn't surprising. After that, she didn't wave and say hi anymore when she saw us around. It wasn't like she was snubbing us, it was like she couldn't look us in the eye. It was a few months after that we started hearing rumors.” Honey made a face like he'd tasted something bad. “I got really upset with the first guy I heard talking about her.”

“You knocked him though a wall, Mitskuni.” Takashi said.

“What did he say?” Haruhi asked.

“He said Cami-chan was... easy, that we were lucky to have her working breaks in our house and that we could probably... with her whenever we wanted.” Honey growled. “I was so mad.”

Takashi frowned ominously. “The guy called her a slut.”

“So we made sure that guy knew he and his friends shouldn't be spreading mean rumors about Cami-chan.” Honey said. “She was helping out at the house on her next school break. She was even starting to be a little friendly with us again. We tried to keep an eye out for her, and she never went home alone after work. It was never us who took her home, though.

“One day I thought I heard someone crying when I was coming back from training. Takashi and I followed the sound to a storage room in a part of the house that is usually pretty empty. When we opened the door we saw her, she was naked. One of the gardeners had her pinned against a table. Her hands were tied with twine, like the gardeners use to train the clematis plants. He was... pinching her. He was doing it hard, hard enough to bruise. The marks were mostly on her stomach and breasts. It was awful.”

Honey remembered the shock he felt when the door swung open and he saw them there. Camille was whimpering as the gardener groaned, pumping hard into her. She was naked, her tied hands braced on the table in front of her, but he hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes or pull his pants down. They were just opened and tugged down enough to free his cock. The buckle on his belt had rattled as he thrust deeply into her. Camille had cried out as the man caught the flesh of her breast between a finger and thumb, digging his nails in as he pinched her cruelly.

Takashi grunted. “He went through the wall, too.”

“God.” Haruhi breathed. “She was attacked twice?”

Honey shook his head. “She was so mad at us. She said it was all consensual. She got dressed and kicked out the gardener once he woke up. She told us that she needed the sex or she needed the pain, but that it was best if she could have both. She couldn't really explain it. She begged us not to tell her mom. We didn't know what to do. We found out later she was sleeping with most of the unattached male staff and even some of the female staff. She promised that she would be careful, but we couldn't get a promise better than that. We didn't tell her mom and we watched out for her as best we could. I know that gardener never touched her again. If she was messing around with staff that we thought might be mean to her we tried to encourage them to leave her alone without letting her know.”

Haruhi could only imagine what kind of encouragement they used, considering Mori's grim look.

“But we could only do so much, and she wasn't really here that often. Who knows what happened with people she met up with outside work.”

Honey's expression lightened. “But then, I guess when she got into college she met someone special who convinced her to see a psychiatrist or a psychologist or something. She's doing a lot better now. They're even getting married next year. I talk to her online sometimes and she really does seem to be getting better. She seems happy, finally. In her pictures now she looks different. Before there was always something in her eyes, something dark. I don't know if she and her fiance do S & M stuff, it's not my business. Some of her posts make me think maybe she still dabbles in it. But as long as her heart and her head are ok, that's what matters.”

Haruhi thought of something and frowned. “So that guy, Camille's boyfriend, is he still in jail?”

Honey's eyes lost their child-like sparkle and Haruhi felt a chill.

“Oh, no.” Honey said softly, his voice grim. “He's not in jail. He's been in a coma since the day we found him hurting her.”

The room was quiet for a time as the three were lost in their thoughts.

Haruhi was first to speak. “So, that's how you knew about this kind of thing and that's why Kyoya-senpai talked to you specifically.”

“After the gardener, we did research, too.” Mori said.

Haruhi looked at Mori. “Research. What kinds of things did you find out?”

Honey spoke, his voice more adult than she was used to. “There are lots of ways a person can respond to rape. It's a trauma. It can be really hard to get through. Some people have a difficult time with sex after that, sometimes for a long time. They may avoid sex entirely or have a lower sex drive. There are people who are the opposite, though. They have more sex, and it can get dangerous if they aren't using protection or if they aren't careful about who they choose as a partner. It can get to be a compulsion. In everything we read, they weren't sure why some rape victims seem to get desperate for sex, sometimes scary sex. There are theories, but in the end, they just don't know for sure.

“The other thing that can happen is that victims can get self-destructive. They may hurt themselves, do drugs, or get into abusive relationships. They called it compulsive repetition of trauma. It can get really bad. And just like with the sex compulsion, there are theories but they don't completely understand it.”

“Wow... You really did do you research.” Haruhi tried to sound upbeat. “I can see why Kyoya talked to you. I didn't know this stuff.”

Mori gently patted her hand. “The therapist knows this stuff.”

Haruhi blinked and looked at him. “You agree with Tamaki-senpai, that I should see the therapist.”

Mori and Honey nodded. Haruhi sighed.

“I know in my head that I should. I mean, I'm glad the twins are seeing the therapist.” She closed her eyes. “I'm all jumbled up. I've been trying to get everything under control myself but I just can't seem to get it. And, shit, it's scary. And I'm afraid they'll say I'm stuck this way.”

Haruhi felt Honey snuggle closer to her on one side and then Mori's warm hand pat her comfortingly on the top of her head.

Haruhi took a deep breath and let it out, opening her eyes. “But your friend, Camille, she's ok now?”

Honey smiled wide. “Yep, that's one reason why we wanted to talk to you about it. If she can get better and be happy, then you can too, Haru-chan! I know it! And Takashi and I'll do anything that we can to help!”

Mori nodded and patted her head again. “Yeah.”

Haruhi squeezed Honey then tugged Mori down for a hug. “You guys are amazing. I don't know how I got so lucky.”

Honey beamed and Mori blushed.

Haruhi sat up and stretched, feeling more hopeful than she had before. “So, what I did with Kyoya-senpai, you're ok with that?”

Mori and Honey frowned.

Honey patted Haruhi's hand. “I don't like it, Haru-chan. I want you always to be safe and never hurt. But at the same time, if you feel like you have to hurt then I want someone to watch over you and make sure it doesn't go too far.”

“Kyoya would keep you safe.” Mori commented.

Honey's face suddenly filled Haruhi's vision. His forehead touched hers. “We'll keep you safe, too, Haru-chan.”

Haruhi smiled. “I know you will.”

And she believed it.

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