Where to Turn
Quatre stared and a beautiful ring he had picked out for Trowa. Now that he was seventeen he was completely happy with his life. His father was alive the war was over and most importantly he had the love of his life Trowa. The next step was to ask Trowa to marry him.
Quatre couldn't help but smile when he thought of his beloved Trowa. Without him he never would have made it through the war and his father's death. Now that his father turned out to be alive he couldn't be happier. Though he wished he new where Heero was. They had become close friends during the war and wished to share his joy with his friend but after the war he had just disappeared.
"I hope you kept the receipt for that ring." Quatre's father said as he walked in.
"What for?" he asked.
"You won't be marrying him."
"Father I love you but yes I am. I won't give up my love for Trowa. Now if you'll excuse me." His father blocked his way.
"He's not in his room Quatre. I offered him money to leave you and never look back. He accepted."
Quatre was in a state of shock he ran to his window and Trowa leaving with his suitcase. Quatre called after him but Trowa just kept walking. Quatre couldn't believe it Trowa took money and left.
"He doesn't love you. You will start fulfilling your role from now on. You will marry a girl that I choose and not some circus clown. I will no longer allow you the freedom I have you're a great disappointment to me Quatre but, that's about to change."
Mr. Winner slapped Quatre across the face.
Two days later Quatre was admitted to a sanitarium for evaluation. He sat alone in a small rubber room wearing a straight jacket. He cried and every time he cried someone would come in and beat him for crying. His father wanted him strong not a crybaby.
The days seemed like years but Quatre didn't break. In fact he was planning an escape. As he was in the TV room Quatre watched the door. When one of the patients was having a fit guards ran through the locked exit not even checking to see if the door shut and locked. Quatre took the opportunity to make his escape.
Quatre found himself in a very bad part of town. Walking in light blue pajamas and barefoot. He was starting to freeze. He kept walking not knowing where to go. A man caught site of Quatre and began to follow him.
Quatre was tired cold and hungry and had no money. His heart hurt so much not because of his situation but Trowa walking away kept replaying in his mind. Quatre held on to his gold chain tightly grasping to ring that was on it.
It had been two weeks and Quatre was still on the streets not making it at all. "I've been watching you kid and waiting." He came closer and closer to Quatre.
"I can end the pain the hunger. Just come with me and you won't be alone again." He held out his hand and started to caress Quatre. He didn't like it at all but was to weak to resist.
The man began to kiss down Quatre's neck and biting as his hand opened Quatre's pants. Touching roughly. Quatre whimpered. "Please stop!"
"You sure you want me to. I'll pay you. You can get food and a warm bed." The man took Quatre's hand and placed it down his pants. Tears were streaming down his face. "No stop I can't." The man took roughly and threw him flat. He began to pull down his pants.
He didn't hear Quatre pleas and was preparing to take Quatre whether he wanted it or not. When a figure came from behind and placed a gun to his temple. "He's not interested. Now put it away or I'll kill you."
The man ran away. The one with the gun looked Quatre over. Quatre looked so frail and weak. He covered Quatre with his coat and picked him up. "Heero?"
"It's me." He answered.
"I'm so tired."
"Then sleep. I'll keep you safe."
"Thank you." Then sleep claimed the little one. A van pulled up and Heero got in and told the driver Duo Maxwell to go. They planned to take Quatre away from this awful place. A place they never wanted their innocent friend to ever have to witness.
TBC?