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A/N: This part of the story is going to be told from Quatrina's point of view. Enjoy!

Secret, Part 3

I turned my head and looked out the window as the rain came down in dense sheets. Sighing, I rolled back to my stomach, and rested my chin on my stacked hands. I shivered a little under the warm covers of my bed as another crack of thunder reverberated throughout the house. I stared at the ornate carving on the headboard of my sleigh bed, getting lost in my thoughts and memories.

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I had been walking back to my bike when they took me. As usual I had been out on my morning run on the beach. I knew I should have asked Damien to come with me, but knowing my twin liked to sleep in on Saturdays, I just didn't bother. But I was being reckless by coming alone. Then they came, chloroformed me when I fought back in the manner that had been taught to all the daughters. "LET GO OF ME!" I screamed before everything went dark. .

When I woke up, I hurt all over and felt incredibly hot. Staring up from my prone position, the roof over my head was of finely woven fabrics that were held up by gilded poles. "Where am I?"

"You are here, my dear Quatrina Winner."

I turned my head, my gaze falling on HIM. I knew who he was. A desert prince, who had stopped by the compound that previous summer, who had shown marked interest in me. "Why am I here and why have you taken me?"

"Since your father wouldn't allow me to have you as my bride with his permission, I'm taking what I want by force. You see, Quatrina, I asked your father for your hand a year ago, he refused, saying you were too young, still a child. What I see before me, is not a child."

I shivered as his dark eyes traveled me, as I was still clad in running shorts and a tank top. Scooting backwards my back hit a pole. I glared at him and then turned up my nose at him, hiding my fear behind my haughtiness. Then I felt the hard pressure of fingers on my chin and I found myself staring into his eyes. I gave him the coldest look I could muster.

"I like fire in my women. You will do nicely. An extraordinary edition to my harem, a Winner heir."

"HAREM!"

"You see, my dear, I'm tired of asking. He told me no to marrying you, but it doesn't mean I can't have you any other way."

"You can't make me!"

"Oh no? We'll see about that."

The confidence in his tone made chills run down my back, but at the same time, my temper, which I inherited from my mother, flared. I watched as he clapped his hands, bringing in several other girls. "You can't make me do anything! I. Will. Fight. You."

"And that's exactly what I want, my Quatrina. I want you to be defiant and aggressive. It will be a definite change to be sure. These girls will prepare you in the next few days. And on the fifth day…I will have you."

Then he kissed me, hard and brutal. I went to strike him, but he had already moved away. More anger welled up inside of me as I watched him leave. Several days had passed and I sat and listened to the endless lessons by the other young women. "Can't believe this is still a way of life in this country," I muttered after one of my many lessons on the arts of seduction, "Doesn't anyone find something wrong with practicing polygamy?" Sighing, I blocked out the voices again. I had been doing it every time they had come in the room. To them, I looked like I was paying attention, but I was already contemplating my get away. My only problem was I didn't know where I was and how far it would be to the compound. I looked back towards the folds of the doorway. There were guards stationed all around. "Shit," I mumbled under my breath. Tonight would be the fifth night too, the night he swore he would have me, but I would fight him. I was Quatrina Winner and the daughter of a knife thrower and a Gundam pilot.

"Get her ready!"

Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder at my kidnapper. A triumphant smile was curling his lips. How I longed to slice him to bits with the sword on his side. I gave him a tight smile, before giving him my back. "Let him think on that for a bit. I'm a much bigger surprise then you could imagine, you bastard," I whispered as the other girls to get me ready pulled me to my feet. I was saving my strength by being docile for them. The costume was two pieces. The small silk vest was kept closed by a single jeweled clasp. The pants were sheer and a pale pink like the vest. The bikinis underneath matched as well. They brushed my hair until it crackled and placed a headdress and a veil across my face. When I was finished, a guard led me to his tent. I walked with my head up and defiance written all over my features.

"You look exquisite, my dear. Leave us now."

I kept my chin tilted up. "You won't like what will happen to you when I fight back!" I didn't even see him move before he had his arms around me. I leaned back to avoid as much contact as I could and ground the heels of my hands against his bare chest. "LET.GO.OF.ME!" I hissed as I struggled to get free. I was revolted by the touch of his hands on my skin, but I couldn't let it bother me at the moment. I had to fight back. I managed to get free and ducked under his arm to run to the other side of the tent. My breath was coming hard and fast. "Touch me again, you'll regret it!"

"And what would I regret, dear? This could have been avoided if your father let me marry you."

"I wouldn't have married you if your life depended on it, you bastard!"

"If you get away, where will you go? You don't know where you are and neither does anyone else. You're all mine until I say so."

The silky tone of his voice made chills go down my back. He was right, I didn't know where I was, but I shook it off. I didn't want him to see how much he had just rattled me. I let my eyes travel over my surroundings. I needed a weapon. I could only physically fight him for so long. I needed something else. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs. "There's nothing here. I'm defenseless once my strength gives out," I thought frantically. I could feel his eyes on me as he slowly started to approach me. I knew I had to keep myself as far from him as possible. I didn't expect him to rush towards me again, but this time both my arms got trapped. He picked me up off of the ground as I tried to get free. My legs kicked out against his, trying to make him drop me. He dropped me. On the satin covered bed. I reared up before he could smother me. And as I was taught, I balled up my fists and punched him. A shocked expression came over his features. I guess he didn't expect me to hit him as hard as I did. I could feel my fist throbbing from the contact. "I told you," I growled, moving away from him.

"You little witch! You will not hit your master!"

I saw blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. "You're not my master and you can go straight to hell!" I kept my fists poised and ready in case he tried to come near me again. He did. I hit him as he grabbed hold of me again. I fought with everything I had. I wasn't going to let him. I couldn't let him. "GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed, as he got hold of one of my wrists. His grip was so tight, it made me wince, but still I fought him with anything that was free. I felt something tighten on my wrist. I glanced up. He had tied it to the carved wood above my head. I realized then how even more precarious my situation was. I raked my nails down the side of his face, leaving a trail of red. He hit me then. It made me feel dizzy, but I kept on resisting and fighting. "I won't let you!" I yelled again.

"You don't have a choice!"

"I do have a choice and it's not you!" I could feel myself weakening. I couldn't keep this up much longer. My left cheek was burning from his backhand, but I couldn't let it deter me from my escape, as futile as it seemed to be at the moment. Then he grabbed my other hand, tying with the other one, leaving me almost completely defenseless. I used my body, squirming and thrashing as much as I could. I wanted to retch when he kissed me, his tongue spearing through my lips to violate my mouth. I bit down. It earned me another slap.

"You will submit, Quatrina. There's no way you can escape me!"

"I'm not finished fighting yet!" I bit out as a rush of adrenaline hit me. I started to buck in earnest, trying to get him off, but he was heavy, and I soon tired out. I couldn't do it anymore. The next time he kissed me, I couldn't do a thing except scream in my throat. I felt hot tears slipping down my cheeks from my anger and fear.

"Don't cry, my dear. You're not losing anything that important!"

Fury ripped through me, but that was all it could do. I screamed when he removed his mouth from mine. I felt like throwing up.

"Cry out all you like. There's no one to save you."

I shut my mouth then. My screams would encourage his taunts. Even though my eyes were filled with tears, I glared at him with as much malice as I could. How I wanted to fight back, but I couldn't anymore. I weakened myself. His touch on my skin made me jump. I flinched when the vest was cut off of me, exposing my torso. I didn't want to show my terror, but I closed my eyes when I felt his hands on me. Clenching them shut, I forced more tears to rain down my face. "I hope you die," I whispered, my voice shaking. The touch of his hands on my breasts made my stomach roll.

"Such a lovely body. And it's all mine."

I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see. The sheer pants were tugged from my legs and I felt his fingers toying with the silken panties. I rolled my hips to the side, to prolong the process. I was going to use any method possible to make it difficult. It didn't take him long however, before they were stripped from me as well. I kicked out then. I heard him grunt when my foot hit him in the chest, but at this point nothing seemed to deter him, not even me fighting back. His skin felt hot and sweaty. He was on top of me before I knew it. I screamed then from the intrusion. I felt like I was being ripped in half. I bit my lip, hard to keep from screaming out again. But my back arched at the second intrusion, making me pull against the cords around my wrists. They bit in painfully, but I barely felt them. I turned my head away, praying that it would be over soon, but then I felt something hot trickle down between my legs. Blood was the only thing that came to mind. I could taste my own blood in my mouth as I bit my lip harder. A few moments later I heard his groan and his weight upon me. "Get the fuck off me, you ugly son of a bitch," I managed to whisper, resorting to foul language I would never utter otherwise. But I was angry, scared, and in a great deal of pain.

"So, there is some spirit left. Good, I don't want you completely broken. I'm famished now, but I will be back later."

I opened my eyes to see him finally leave. My head dropped back on the pillow. "I can't let him again," I breathed as I dropped off into sleep. When I woke up again, I heard a commotion going on. There were sounds of men outside running. I tried sitting up, but I remembered that I was tied. I bent my head back and examined the knots. I pulled myself up with some of my renewed strength, finding the cord with my teeth. It took me a bit, but I finally managed to loosen it enough to give it a sharp yank, setting my one hand free. I got the other one loose. My arms hurt from being in that position and the cords had left bright welts around my wrists. I could hear the sound of someone approaching; I grabbed the sheet, the only thing available to me, and wrapped it about my cold abused body. I feared it was he again, but it wasn't. A pair of cool Prussian blue eyes met mine. It was Heero and behind him was my uncle. "Heero. Trowa."

"Quatrina."

They had said my name at the same time. I saw the look in their eyes just then, a look of cold fury. I had never seen them show that much emotion as their jaws bunched. "My father?" I asked, trying not to wince.

"He's taking care of someone," Heero said.

He walked over to me just then. I watched as he tugged off his Preventers leather jacket and then the dark blue dress shirt underneath, leaving him in a white tee shirt. He placed the shirt over my shoulders.

"Put the shirt and jacket on."

I nodded as he and my uncle turned their backs for a moment as I buttoned the shirt with trembling fingers. I slid the jacket on too. It was warm from his body heat. I felt safe with it on. "You can turn around now." Heero came over to me as my uncle stood quietly. I could see him trying to get a hold of his rage. I felt fingers glide against my cheek, but I didn't flinch.

"Nothing broken?"

"No. Just sore," I replied softy as he tilted my face to the one side, examining the spot where I had been hit twice.  I could see his jaw clenching as he was trying to reign in his own temper. "A little tender too." I felt his touch on my lower lip before he pulled my hands out, checking them. I saw his frown when he saw the rings about my wrists. " I scratched him and I got myself free," I said, without him having to ask me. He nodded and for a second I saw admiration flicker in his eyes.

"I'll go get a blanket."

He stood and left, leaving me with my uncle. Trowa came over to me then and I felt his arms wrap around me, hugging me tight against his chest. "I knew someone would come," I murmured against his shirt.

"…Pequena…"

I let a small smile touch my lips when he called me little one. "I'm ok now that you're here."

"…"

I felt his smile against my hair. It felt good to be in the other set of arms I felt the safest in. He was rubbing my back, soothingly as we waited. I could hear him whispering more words in Spanish.

"Here's the blanket."

Heero had returned. Trowa let go of me as he took the blanket. I took it from him, wrapping it around me completely. I tried to stand then, but my legs were sore and I couldn't discount the heated blood trickling down my legs to curve around my ankles.

"Fuck."

My head popped up at the sound of my uncle's curse. I could hear Heero muttering in Japanese. "I can't stand on my own," I whispered, wanting to cry, but not wanting to in front of them. I was swept up in Trowa's arms then. I cuddled against his chest as he carried me out with Heero following. "I want to go home now," I said, my voice muffled.

"I know, querida. We'll be going soon."

I was deposited in the backseat of a Land Rover. I recognized it as being one of the ones from the compound. I sat in the back with him as we waited. Heero stood outside. I saw someone else come into view. It was Duo. I could hear his voice before he stuck his head inside. His friendly cobalt eyes flicked over me as the light in the car shined. I felt his fingers on my chin.

"Glad to see you're all right, Kit."

I smiled weakly at his nickname for me as he got back out again to talk with Heero. I watched for my father. I finally spotted him being led by Wufei. "Daddy? I leaned forwards in my seat. His face was red in the light when he opened the door. His hair was a mess. There was still a wild fury in his eyes. "Daddy?" I whimpered, my tears starting to burn the back of my eyes.

"Quatrina. My little girl, my baby."

I was pulled into his arms. I burst into tears then as he rocked me back and forth. I felt the rumble of the engine as I leaned against my father. I looked up and saw that Duo was driving with Heero in the front. "Where are we going?"

"To the compound."

I let out a rush of air and cried some more against his chest. "Daddy?" I asked a few moments later.

"Yes?"

"What happened to…"

"He beat the shit out of him. Looked like he had gone Zero again."

I saw Duo's eyes on my father in the review mirror before they glanced at me again. "He did that?"

"But he already looked like he had been beaten quite a bit before your dad laid a hand on him. You certainly didn't leave much for your dad to hurt, Kit."

"I did what I had to," I mumbled against my father's shirt. I was carried inside the house by my dad and set down on a settee in the large family room. I saw Wufei and Zechs stroll in. Wufei came over to me then, examining my face the same way Heero did.

"You fought well. Anything broken?"

"No, Wufei."

"Good."

I looked up at Zechs. He smiled gently and touched my hair. I smiled back a little.

"The doctor is here, Quat."

I nodded at my father as he lifted me and carried me to my room.

"I'll be outside if you need me."

I waited as he left the room. I turned my head, looking out the windows at the serene desert night. I rubbed my arms, still wearing Heero's shirt and jacket. I didn't realize the doctor had arrived when I felt a touch on my hand. I turned and let out a scream. It made the poor man stumble back and it brought all six of them into the room with guns drawn. I was gasping and shaking. "I can't. A strange man won't touch me. I won't. I can't"

"Shh…it's all right. Sally is on her way. Wufei thought it would be best if she were close by. She'll be here shortly."

I felt my dad's arms close around me again. I couldn't stop the shaking. I shut my eyes tight as I clung to him, afraid to let go. The door clicked closed as the others left. He was whispering soft soothing words in Arabian against the top of my head. I let out a shaky breath as I relaxed my hold on him. The door opened again and I heard Sally speaking quietly to my father. I felt a rush of cool air as he let go. I could see that he didn't want to leave me, but he pressed a reassuring kiss on my cheek before he left the room. I curled my fingers in the folds of the blanket as she sat down beside me.

"Are you all right?"

Her voice was compassionate and gentle as she laid a hand on my arm. "I'm all right," I replied as I looked up at her. My eyes must have been filled with tears since she reached up and dabbed them away.

"I know this is going to be uncomfortable, but I will get through this as quickly and painlessly as possible."

I nodded and let go of the blanket. I closed my eyes again as I lay back on my bed. I tried not to pay attention to what she was doing. It hurt a bit, but I didn't utter a sound until she was finished. "Can I take a shower now?"

"Yes, go ahead. I have all that I need. I'll be outside, waiting for you."

I slid off of the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. I stripped down, refusing to even look at my body in the mirror's reflection. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. The spray hit me like needles, but I didn't care. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red; I wanted to rid myself of his touch. More tears rained down my cheeks then too. They trickled down my face as the water swirled down the drain. I started crying, great gulping sobs that were drowned out by the shower. Slumping against the tile, I covered my hands with my face and slid down until I was on the slick tile floor. I don't know how long I stayed there crying, but it was long enough for the water to turn cold. I had to pull myself together. I stood and got out, wrapping a towel around me. I glanced in the mirror this time. My cheek was slightly swollen, but otherwise no one could tell what I had been through. I dressed quickly and found Sally waiting outside. Her arm rested about my shoulders as we walked to the large kitchen, where the men were. My dad came over again and pulled me to a chair. "Dad…does Mom…"

"She knows, Quat. I just called and told her we got you back. Now, what would you like to eat?"

There was still a great deal of anger and frustration in his eyes. I had never seen him look like this before. I had never seen any of them look that way before. All of them had fire in their eyes, but there was also worry. It was understandable. Every one of them had daughters. I looked back at my dad. It was then I realized what Duo had meant when my father went "Zero." The system that he'd been the first to use in a Gundam, which caused him to become mentally unbalanced. It was because he felt so much, he had reacted in the one way he wouldn't otherwise. I had caused it this time. It was because of me that he had that killing look in his eyes. "Daddy, I'm sorry," I whispered. He turned to look at me then, his eyes wide.

"For what?"

"For this. It was because of me. If I hadn't gone out alone maybe I…maybe if I didn't look like I do I wouldn't have been such a…. prize…it's my fault…." I cried as my face crumpled again. I felt his arms wrap around me.

"This isn't your fault. Never think that any of this is your fault. No one and I mean no one has the right to hurt someone else like that. It wasn't your fault."

It made me cry harder against his chest. I finally reined them in to eat something, but my stomach felt nauseous. I didn't complain though. I went to bed early, curling myself up into a ball. I fell asleep instantly, but I was plagued by nightmares from my experience. I woke up screaming and brought the six of them once more to my room with guns drawn. My dad put his arms around me again and the others left quietly. He rocked me back to sleep. He didn't leave. He stayed until morning. It was also decided that I would go and visit one of my Aunt Yasimina on L4. She was a therapist. I knew no one would tell the other kids where I was. I didn't want them to know. I didn't want anyone to ever find out my horrible secret.

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"Hey, Quat, are you awake?"

I rolled over and saw Damien standing at the foot of my bed. "Yes, I'm awake."

"I knocked, but you didn't answer. I came in to tell you that we'd be taking Vaughn to the airport soon. He starts school on Tuesday."

"That's right. Give me a few minutes, I'll be down in a second," I replied as I got out of bed.

"Are you all right?"

I turned and gave him a funny look. "What?"

"You looked…I don't know…like you were thinking about something…"

I smiled and shook my head. "No, it's nothing. I'm fine. Go on, I'll be down."

"Ok."

He left the room. I stared after him and looked down at the floor. He had known, just like he had when I had come home those years ago. Since we were twins we had a connection and he had "known" that something was wrong. And just now, I had seen the look in his aqua eyes that were so much like our father's. The deep concern. The worry. He was a worrier, just like our father. I sighed and shut my eyes. I didn't play out what happened then in my head to often. The memories made me feel sick, but more had I been thinking about it. Maybe it was because I was getting married; maybe it was because I was very afraid of Zach ever finding out, maybe because I felt that I would never be able to trust him completely, only to hurt him in the end. I was in a quandary on what to do, but no matter how much therapy I had been through, I never got completely over my fears that still haunted me. "You can't think about this anymore. It doesn't do you any good. What's done is done," I mumbled to myself as I shook off the sick feeling I had gotten and went into the bathroom.

A/N: Well, how did you guys like it? I thought this part should be written from her point of view. It seemed like the right thing to do and I felt that it would sound better coming from her. Well, until next time. XOXO!!