Trowa starred into Quatre's eyes and hesitated. He knew he had to tell him, but it hurt to relive the past. He caught his breath and began to speak.
"I didn't want to hurt you, that was the reason I left...,"
Trowa's body started quivering violently as memories flooded his mind.
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It was night out, and Trowa knew that he should have been home earlier. The streets were dark and unwelcoming and he sensed something was wrong. He began to walk faster with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the ground. He had to get away from there or else something bad was going to happen to him, he could just feel it.
Just as he expected, three burly looking men started to follow, first they kept a distance, but then they began to get closer. Trowa could hear there loud breathing and tried to walk faster. He wanted nothing to do with these people.
There footsteps got louder and Trowa could no longer avoid them. He was now prepared to face these people, he was now prepared to fight. He quickly turned around, but before he could make a move, an iron pipe had met his face. The impact was so intense, Trowa's eyes flashed a hot white. Before he regained his sight a fist shot his side and he lost his breath. He cried out in pain and tried to get away, but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground. He still wasn't able to see and that frightened him.
He tried as hard as he could to get away, but it was useless. He managed to land a punch on one of them, but that turned out to be a big mistake. The presumed leader of the group grabbed Trowa by the back of his neck and threw him up against the brick wall. Trowa's face was in pain and he could feel his attacker breathing on him. He thought he was going to die, but then something worse happened.
The assailant threw the now beaten Trowa to the ground and kicked him hard in his side. Blood started to come from his lips when he cried out in pain. He knew he had to get away, he had to get back to Quatre, but he wasn't even able to get up from the ground.
The man continued to his attacks as the other two watched. Trowa was relived when it seemed that they had stopped, but he was wrong. The man grabbed Trowa by the back of his neck once again and forced him to drag himself into the nearby ally. He slammed the emerald eye boy against the wall once again, but now he did not have the strength to retaliate. He stood limply as the man proceeded to unbutton his pants.
Trowa lacked the will to protest as the disgust man took off his cloths. He was covered in blood and everything was in pain. He was going in and out of consciousness as his assailant entered his body with full force.
Trowa gasped out in pain, and more blood spilled out between his lips. He could taste the metallic liquid build up inside his mouth and he could smell the foul stench of cigarettes and booze on the disgusting man who proceeded to rape him. He could hear his laughter as he erupted inside of him.
As he pulled out he allowed the quivering boy to fall to the cold ground. Trowa could not believe what had happened to him, and he felt so dirty. He felt that it was his fault for what had happened as he gathered the shrouds of his clothing.
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The man was long gone, but the memory remained. A few weeks later, Trowa checked himself into the hospital as an extra precaution. The outcome was not good as the doctor entered the room.
"Your test result has come in, your HIV positive,"
Somehow, Trowa expected this and nodded.
That night he decided it was for the best that he left. He could not endanger Quatre with his disease, he could not do that to the person he loved.
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"Trowa?"
Trowa snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. He shook he head and starred at back at Quatre realizing where he was. He knew he had to continue with his explanation, but he wanted to spare the boy with the grim details. He decided a lie was the best way to explain his situation.
"I cheated on you, and as a result I have HIV. That is the reason I left, im sorry..."
To be continued...
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