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Chapter 1

Trent was running through the forest. The forest where the one entrance to the ruins was located. He had to get there. Had to get away from his father. Had to. He didn't think he could take anymore from his father. He heard foot steps behind him. He closed his eyes tight and kept running.

He swore that he could hear his father's voice in the darkness following him. Taunting him. He bit his lip until he tasted blood. He wiped his mouth immediately. He didn't want to risk a look over his shoulder. Didn't want to see what was back there following him.

'I have to get away. Have to, I can't let him touch me anymore. It only hurts when he does. He's not nice about it. Must keep going. Once I get to Dr. O. I'll be safe.'

'No! No, Not now, No please, I can't, I just want to be safe. Is that too much to ask?' Trent thought to himself wildly. He felt an hand on his back.

The morpher beeped, drawing him out of his nightmare, with a gasp. He looked around for a moment, before he realized that he wasn't in his room at home. He was out in the middle of the woods. His morpher was still going off. He pressed the button.

"Yeah? You got Trent. What's up?"

"Trent? It's Dr. O. Is everything allright? Your vital signs just spiked and went off the charts. Literally. Trent? Answer me please." Trent wiped his eyes hastily with the back of his hand. Ignoring Dr. O.

'What can I tell him? I can't tell him that my father beats me, or that he's been touching me. I promised my dad, that I wouldn't tell anyone. No one at all.' He took a deep breath and let it out slow hoping that he wouldn't sound upset to Dr. O.

"Dr. O? I just had a nightmare. I think I'm okay. I'm sorry that I woke you, please forgive me." Shivering, he pulled his shirt a little tighter around himself. He Sniffled. The sound did not go unnoticed by Dr. O.

"Nothing to forgive Trent. I was just grading some papers. I had not yet retired for the evening. Trent? Your body temperature is pretty low. and your sniffling. Are you catching a cold? Where are you anyway? Trent?"

Trent burst into tears. He knew he needed to tell someone, but he couldn't. He promised. But it was damned cold where he was and he realized that he didn't know where he was. He took a shuddering breath.

"Dr. O? Really I am fine, It was just a stupid nightmare. I'm ok now. I promise, I just want to go somewhere safe. Please? That's all I want. Somewhere safe."

'Crap, Now I KNOW he's going to dig deeper and push to get some answers, now that I have said that. Why can't I keep my mouth shut? Life would be better if I were able to keep quiet. Oh god, What have I done? Well, wait a minute. Do I even care that I could expose Dad with a few mere words? I don't think I do.' He was so caught up in his ruminations of his stupidity. He failed to realize for a few minutes that Dr. O. was trying to talk to him.

"Trent? Stand by I'm going to come to you. Your vital signs are off the charts worse than before, and you aren't answering my questions. Whatever you do don't turn off your morpher. I'll be right there. Give me about 15 minutes."

Trent curled himself into a tiny ball on the floor of the woods and started shaking violently. He couldn't keep his breathing steady, couldn't remain calm any longer. He took out a razor blade that he kept in his pocket, and made five small cuts on the wrist of his arm, taking as much care as he could not to actually cut the veins. He touched his ribs gingerly. He pulled up his shirt and looked, knew he probably had a couple of broken ribs at least. He drifted into a semi-sleep state, Remembering what had happened, only a mere few hours ago. As it started to rain.

Flashback

"TRENT? WHERE ARE YOU?! GET DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!"

Trent jumped as soon as he heard his father's booming voice. He threw on his shirt and shoes and ran down the stairs to where his dad was waiting for him.

"Yes Dad? What did you want?" His father grabbed him by the shoulder. Trent forced himself not to fight back. He learned very quickly that his father did not like that. His father was yelling.

"I got a phone call from Mike at work. Said you never showed up like you were supposed to. He was very angry. Wanted his money back, and of course I had to give it back. But now I am taking it out of your ass to make you pay ME back for me losing money on you. Literally. Come here." When Trent has hesitated, his father became enraged and grabbed him, shaking him.

And so his father started hitting him, kicking him. After he tired of that, he forced himself on his son. Trent was finding it harder and harder to not fight back. He closed his eyes during the attack and tried to imagine himself in a safer place. And that was when Dr. Oliver's face came to his mind. Trent knew he would be safe with him. He just had to wait until his father grew tired of beating him, got drunk and passed out, before he dared trying to leave the house. He had it all planned. He would take nothing with him.

End Flashback

Trent sat on the floor of the woods for what seemed like forever, rocking back and forth, mumbling to himself. Tears were coursing down his face and he had stopped bothering to wipe them away. All in all he thought he probably looked really pitiful. He was so zoned out that he almost didn't hear his morpher beeping.

"Trent? This is Dr. O. Are you still with me Trent? Give me a sign buddy."

Trent found he had no voice, couldn't speak, so he pressed his morpher a couple times letting it beep for Dr. O. to hear. He could hear Dr. O.'s voice telling him calmly that everything would be allright, that whatever had happened he would help him out. Trent didn't move, just sat there in the rain, rocking back and forth, clutching his knees to his chest. His head hurt, his whole body hurt, where he got kicked, his butt hurt, his arm was burning where he had made those cuts. He let out an anguished scream continuing to rock back and forth.

He was sitting there, not moving, when he saw a flashlight bobbing up and down rapidly, as thought whoever was holding it was running fast. Trent didn't care. He was past the point of caring.

"Trent? My god, Are you ok? We can talk about this later, come on, let's get you back to my house. We are a long way from it. Come, I will help you."

Dr. Oliver kept his voice calm and soothing, hoping it would keep Trent calm enough until they got back to his house. It didn't really help. As soon as Dr. O. touched him to help him up, Trent screamed and flinched away, as though expecting another hit. Dr. O. helped Trent out of the woods, to his car, where he had put a giant afghan on the seat for Trent to wrap up in. He was way too cold and clammy for Dr. O.'s taste. He knew that he needed to get Trent into a hot shower, dry clothes, some soup in his stomach and into bed ASAP.

They made it to Dr. O.'s car and he opened the door, and was about to help Trent in when Trent suddenly went limp against him. Dr. O. caught him and put him into the car, buckling the seat around him. He wrapped the quilt around him, and shut the door. He ran around to the other side and got in, started the car, turned the heat on full blast, and hurried home.

When Dr. O. pulled up to his house, he went around to Trents' side and picked him up, seeing as he was unable to rouse him. He carried him into the house and set him on the couch. He checked his pulse, and was rewarded with a strong one. He knew he had to get Trent out of those wet clothes, so he picked up the clothes that he had set aside and brought them over. He started to unbutton Trent's shirt, when Trent started moving his head, mumbling. Dr. O. leaned closer to hear better, thinking he might hear something that could tell him what went wrong tonight.

"No, please, Don't touch me there. It's hurts when you do. Please- don't."

Dr. O. covered his mouth and tried not to cry aloud. If his suspicions were correct, someone was abusing this boy. His heart broke for Trent, he knew it wouldn't be an easy task for him to heal. He took a deep breath and continued to change his clothes, making up his mind to teach Trent some self defense when he was better.

After changing his clothes and putting Trent in the guest room, Dr. O. called Hayley up and canceled their usual breakfast date, told her that Trent would not be in to work the next morning and why. Of course Hayley was concerned and wanted to rush right over, but Dr. O. promised to call her if there were any change at all.

Dr. O. took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes. He checked on Trent, found him whimpering and thrashing about on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and started slowly, but firmly rubbing his hand in circles on Trent's back. Within a half hour, Trent was calm and sleeping peacefully.

Dr. O. looked at his watch and saw that it was after midnight. He got a spare blanket and fell into the chair beside the bed. Daylight would be coming soon, and he needed rest. Being in the same room as Trent allowed him to keep an eye on Trent as well. With these thoughts, he drifted off to sleep, determined to protect Trent as much as he could.