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AN/Warnings: Violence, Quatre torture, bitch Dotty, little OOC ahead. Tiny mentioning of 4+3/3+4.
Genre(s): Angst, torture, song/vidfic.
Setting: Whenever. After the Ever Wars but before the Mariemaya incident.
Legend: /. . ./ indicates italics //. . .// indicates thoughts *la la la* indicates song lyrics
Song Credits: "Pulling Teeth" is (c) Green Day.
*I'm all busted up,
Broken bones and nasty cuts.*
The small blonde boy lay wake on the immaculate white sheets of his hospital bed, staring up at the equally spotless ceiling. The stench of Lysol and Frebreze assaulted his nostrils, but the eye-stinging scent of sterile hospitals was one the blonde Arab was quite used to by now.
But it didn't matter. He was safe in the hospital. She couldn't touch him here. Not without someone noticing. He was safe. This tiny fact buoyed the otherwise deeply depressed boy. Listening to the steady drip of the IV attached to his wrist, Quatre drifted off to sleep.
*Accidents will happen,
But this time I can't get up.*
This time had been one of the worst beatings ever, cuts and gashes of all sizes marked the frail boy's pale arms and legs, a rather large laceration on his forehead, which was now bound with gauze. His beautiful face was now a mess of black and purple bruises. His left wrist was broken, and the heavy blood loss he had sustained had made him dehydrated and woozy, leaving him unable to walk without aid of a wheelchair.
*She comes to check on me,
Making sure I'm on my knees.
After all, she's the one
Who put me in this state.*
The blonde boy had just drifted off into a lovely (and rather sweaty) fantasy involving himself and the person he truly loved, when /she/ showed up. Dorothy. Quatre involuntarily shuddered. It had become like a natural reaction around her.
Ever the worrying and concerned girlfriend, Dorothy ran to her the side of her smaller boyfriend, fussing over the bruises around his neck (which oddly looked like imprints of her hands) and the several other odd injuries. Cooing, she smoothed wispy blonde bangs out of his sapphire eyes, not completely on accident brushing again more sensitive areas on his face.
Holding back a whimper, Quatre melted into her caresses, knowing full well what would happen if he didn't.
*Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?*
As Dorothy continued to fuss over him, prompting an "Aaw, how sweet!" from the resident nurse passing by to check on Quatre, the boy began to muse about his situation.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to last this long.
After the Eve Wars, Quatre had taken pity on Dorothy. After all, with her grandfather dead, and Romefeller left licking its wounds, she had no place to go, and no friends. Quatre had decided he would date her, if only for a little while, to get her back on her feet.
Little did her know how long "a little while" would be.
*I better tell her that I love her,
Before she does it all over again.
OH GOD, SHE'S KILLING ME!!!!*
Noticing his "girlfriend" was staring at him with an odd gleam in her eyes, Quatre tore himself out of reverie, flashing Dorothy a dead smile.
"I love you."
Satisfied, Dorothy nodded, pulling up Quatre's blankets to his chin. He belonged to her now. No one was going to change that. Quatre was the first one to show her kindness, and she wasn't about to let him go. If she couldn't have him, no one could, and physical abuse was just to stress that fact. He'd learn. By God he'd learn.
*For now I lie around.
Hell, that's all I can really do.*
Smiling again, and not feeling anything, Quatre yawned once, snuggled against his pillows.
//Maybe if I pretend to sleep, she'll just go away and leave me alone.//
If only.
Dorothy pressed a rough kiss to one of Quatre's bruised and swollen cheeks, smiling as he winced. With a deadly smile and a toss of her long silky hair, she skipped out of the room, stopping only once at the door to admire her handiwork.
*She takes good care of me,
Just keep saying my love is true.*
Letting out a small sigh of relief, Quatre watched Dorothy leave the room, no doubt to plan the next session of torture she inflict upon him the next time he screwed up. With a wistful sigh, the blonde boy stared out his tiny hospital window, thinking of his friends. Friends he hadn't seen in almost a year.
He had heard Duo still lived at the scrap yard with Hilde, Wufei had gone to live on the Earth, and Heero had disappeared into space somewhere. Trowa was still with the circus, at Catherine's insistence, and was doing quite well.
//Trowa. . . .//
*Looking out my window for
Someone that's passing by.*
Sometimes, the only thing keeping Quatre alive and not losing his sanity from Dorothy's abuse was the thought of seeing Trowa again. Just once more.
Shifting to look at the ceiling again, a small smile played at the corner of Quatre's split lips. He had often wondered what Trowa looked like now. Quatre himself had a grown a few inches, and was beginning to look more mature. He had grown more muscle mass too, not much, but enough to make a difference. Seeing the changes in himself since the war, Quatre was eager to see what Trowa looked like.
//Probably muscular and strong as an ox. . .// the blonde boy mused with a sigh. Often times he wondered what it would be like to be wrapped in Trowa's strong arms, safe from everything. Safe from war, from pain- and especially-
Safe from Dorothy.
Quatre closed his stinging eyes, a painful and wistful whimper escaping his lips. Tears began to fall. He knew that would never happen, he was Dorothy's slave forever. Nothing could change that. But still. . .
//Save me, Trowa! I'm scared. . .//
*No one knows I'm locked in here,
All I do is cry.//
Additional AN: Aack!! I hate, hate, HATE 4xD. ::shudders:: Sorry, but stabbing someone isn't a sign of affection. (Unless you're Heero.) But anyway, I guess me being a rabid, neurotic, drooling, biased 3x4 fan has something to do with it, and this song just screamed abusive Dorothy. Don't flame me, it's meant more as a joke.
Also, excuse the crappy writing. It's not nearly as good as the stuff I normally write (if that's even good). Anyway, this is just a little reprieve until I get into something more ambitious. Just playing around with different ideas. (However moronic.)
Oh, and to fans of the song, or anyone who's heard it, the lyrics may seem a little discombobulated because I wrote them the was they appear on the CD booklet. I just couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the song, so I cut it a little short.