Troubled Teens
Chapter 1: They deserved it (Quatre's Family Crises)
"They deserved everything I did to them!" Blue eyes shot at the officer. A 15 year old boy was being cuffed in front of a small town house. Ambulances were lined around the front yard. People from within were being either walked out or pushed out on stretcher.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used agents you in a court of law." The blond was now being pushed into the back of the cop car, a smile grazed his lips.
Police Station
"Quatre why, that's all I want to know." A man sat in front of the blond boy. His eyes looked around the room. A regular walk threw room, but with chicken wired windows, and a one sided mirror.
"They deserved it." His blue eyes darted to a man sitting in the corner to his right, writing something down.
"Do you want to know what he's writing?" Quatre closed his eyes and moved his head to have his face facing the ceiling.
"No, he'll make it out the way I want him to." The man looked surprised.
"The way, you, want it?"
"I don't want to be….wait…. never mind there's nothing on that I want to tell."
"Fine will move to your grades. You faired so well but then all of a sudden fell." Quatre placed his head in his arms on the table. A tall burly man came in and stood looking at Quatre.
"I don't know they just did." That hit the tall man and he slammed his fist into the table. Quatre did not move an inch.
"How can you be so calm knowing what you've done to your family?" Quatre looked out the window eyes closing the three adults right away looked at each other knowing they'd get no more out of him.
Hospital
"Mr. Winner you all need to decide on a way to help your son. He's a danger to you and the rest of your family." The man that was talking with Quatre now sat staring at a man who had a broken arm and around him laid five beds.
"We know, I know, but what can we possible do to help him. He's out of control." Mr. Winner brought up his good hand to his face.
"We have found a school that deals with kids in state of minds like this."
"Mr. Herds I doubt that something like this could be dealt with away from the matter." Mr. Herds handed Mr. Winner a brochure hoping to change his mind.
"I'll tell you something Mr. Winner; the rate for teens like him to open up is a long time sometimes but in the end its best for them.
"Maybe it would be good for him." Mr. Winner looked at the five girls.
"He needs to figure things out."
"It will be good for him." Herds stood up and shook hands with Mr. Winner be for he said his good byes and left.
Cell #4
Quatre laid in his bed sleep pulling the boy down and he looked back on the day that was about to pass.
"Oh father would you please come in here I have something I would like to talk to you about?' Quatre stood in his room demanding his father's attention. Up the stairs he could here his father's foot steps.
"Quatre be quiet your sisters are…" Mr. Winner stoped to see his son, red spots darting his face.
"Oh don't worry father I didn't hurt them that much, but then again I could be wrong I may have sliced to deep." Quatre brought out the knife that was sticking out of his pocket.
"Quatre what have you done!"
"Nothing that you can't handle," Quatre moved toward his father, slow at first but new he was to far away and made a fast attempt with the knife.
"Come here father I haven't forgotten about you!" His father dogged the knife but then didn't see Quatre's fist coming for the man. As it hit Mr. Winner he lost his step rolling right out and down the stairs.
"Oh I'm sorry father I didn't mean to hurt you!" The last words were spoken with so much fire that Quatre stood proud looking from the blood to his now straggling to get up, father.
"They deserved everything I did to them." He whispered one last time as he smiled in his now blissful sleep.