~The Thorn of a Rose~

Chapter 1

~Emiko's POV~

I smiled, relaxing in the piano seat of the Band room. My friends, May, Anna, and Lia were hanging around, giggling. I haven't been able to spend any time with them for weeks. I enjoyed the time that I was spending, but also, at the same time, dreaded it. It was a bomb that was just waiting to explode, because when he found out where I was, he was going to be pissed...

Speak of the devil and he shall appear [A/N Sorry if this offends anyone]. The very heart of my dreads walked into the band room, an angry glimmer in his eyes. Mark looked around, and noticed me sitting in front of the piano, with my friends surrounding me. Lia had out her flute and was playing it along with Anna on trumpet and May on tenor saxophone. I swallowed in fear as he walked up to me and gripped my shoulder. To anyone else, it would look like he was simply resting his hand on my shoulder, but I winced slightly as I could feel his fingers digging into it. "I'm sorry, ladies, but I need to borrow my girlfriend," he said to them, smiling charmingly.

Lia blushed. "No, go right ahead!" she said cheerfully. I bit my lip, but allowed him to put a hand underneath my arm and lead me from the band room. I flinched slightly as the doors closed behind me, knowing I was going to get it.

Mark cast me an angry glare, and tugged me into a currently unused classroom, closing the door. He turned to face me, his eyes tight with anger. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?" he asked me quietly and deadly.

I flinched. "I was just killing time until you got out of the test remake by spending it with my friends. I haven't seen them in-"

"I don't care!" Mark yelled. "I told you to stop seeing them, but you didn't!" He punched me, and I went flying backward into thse wall. "I told you to stay the fuck away from any of your so-called 'friends', didn't I? But being the bitch you are, you didn't listen to me!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me down on the ground. I whimpered in pain and fear. "Don't you ever see or talk to them again, or you will get it," he hissed. I nodded, unable to speak at the moment.

He roughly pulled me up, and grabbed my chin, making me look in his eyes. "I love you, and that's why I'm doing this! I don't want to hurt you, but you're making me! So if you be the good little girlfriend, then I won't have to hurt you. I love you, Emiko, please understand." He released me and guided me out of the classroom. "Let's go. I'm walking you home."

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had a large bruise on my cheek from where Mark punched me, and I was aching all over. Sighing, I picked up some makeup and applied it to my cheeks, hoping that it would cover up the ugly dark spot. It did so, barely. I bit my lip, staring at my reflection, then turned away from the mirror and walked downstairs. "Mada-jan, has the mail arrived yet?" Ever since I read the book Under the Parsimmon Tree I called my mother Mada-jan.

My mother nodded. "Yea, AJ just grabbed it." She motioned toward the table. I walked over and went through it, and froze when I found a letter addressed to me. Trembling, I stared at the neat handwriting, before turning it over to view the seal. The seal was an O with an R connected to it. I gasped slightly and ripped it open, and read the letter.

My mother watched me. "What does it say?"

I look up at her, and grin, a real grin, for the first time in a couple months. "I got in. I got in! I got the scholarship! I'm going to Japan, and Ouran Academy!" Tears freely flew down my face, as I laughed aloud. "I got in!"

~..*..~

I swallowed. I was in my room, staring at my phone. Now the only hard part is that I have to tell Mark. Knowing him, he was going to be beyond pissed, and would demand that I not go. But its because of him is why I'm going. I wanted to be away from him and his abusiveness. He would hit me or kick me one moment, then the next he would be kissing me and telling me that he loved me. My feelings were so mixed up in a jumble that I couldn't tell which was which anymore.

I was never like this before. I used to be so happy and carefree, and at the time Mark seemed really nice and funny, so I agreed to go out with him. It began with a few minor changes at first, but then gradually I found out the true side of Mark, as he forced me to leave band, stop hanging out with my friends, and lose contact with my relatives. I broke up with him once, but he ended up breaking my arm and giving me a concussion. Afterwards he was so worried, and tender, and loving that I gave in. The doctors were suspicious, but Mark was able to wave it off and say that I fell.

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't put it off any longer. I would leave for Japan in the morning, and I had to tell him. I dialed his number, and held it up to my ear, and waited, heart pounding, as it rang.

Mark picked up. "Hey, baby, what's up?"

I swallowed. "Mark, it's over. You win."

His voice suddenly became angry. "What are you talking about, Emiko?"

"You win. You're abusive to me, mean, you play with my feelings as if they are nothing, and I have had to stand it for months. Not anymore."

"If you think that you can just walk out-" Mark began to roar, but I cut him off.

"It's over between us. I'm switching schools, so you won't be able to corner me at school anymore. Don't bother trying to find me, because the school is not in Maine. It's not even in the United States. I'm switching schools, and leaving the country, so don't even bother trying to find out where I'm going. It's not worth your time. It's over."

"You goddamn fucking-" he caught himself, and took a breath, switching tactics. "Emiko, baby, I need you. You can't leave me. I love you, baby, please, don't leave me."

My eyes filled up with tears, and I squeezed them shut. "STOP PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS!" I screamed. "Leave me alone! For the sake of God [A/N I'm sorry if that offends anyone] just leave me the fuck alone!" I hit the end button, hanging up on him. He immediately tried to call me back, but I turned my phone off. I stood in the centre of my room as the full impact of what I just did crashed down on me. I did it. I was free from Mark.

A grin split my face. "It's my life, it's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever, I just wanna live while I'm alive. Cause IT'S...MY...LIFE!"

A/N

Hiya everybody! Sorry for the rather dark first chapter/prolouge-thingy. I had to set the scene before she gets to Ouran, and meet the Host Club! So hang in there!