So this is my first fanfic so please no hate, i will try and update every day but no promises, so here is chapter 1, enjoy!
Chapter 1
I have been dating Peter for over a year now and I loved him so much. He would always tell me how much he loved me and kiss me. It was little moments like those when I thought I was the happiest person in the world. But that all changed. When I was 16 my parents and brother died in a car crash on their way to my ballet concert. I always thought it was my fault because if they weren't trying to get to my ballet concert they probably would still be alive. Peter started to become possessive and wouldn't let me even my friends or speak to boys. He said it was because he wanted to keep me safe but I knew that was a lie. He would take away my money and burned all of the photos I had left of my family saying that they were dead and I need to get over them. Fortunately, I managed to hide one photo of me and my family on holiday in France. After 6 months he would come home reeking of alcohol and with love bites smothering his neck. And that's when the abuse started. He would punch, kick, burn and rape me saying that I was worthless, ugly and a whore. Then tell me that he was so sorry and I didn't deserve it and that he would never do it again. I used to believe him. Dance was the only thing I had left that Peter didn't know about. It feels like all the pain disappears when I dance. But it wouldn't be long before that was gone too.
I heard the door swing open smashing against the wall. Signalling he was drunk.
"TRIS!?" He shouted as he stumbled towards me.
"Cook me dinner now you whore!" I could smell the alcohol in his breath and it made me gag. I had never been one for alcohol seeing as Peter never let me drink. I walked over to the kitchen and started to boil some pasta. I handed over his dinner when it was done and he looked at it in disgust.
"What the hell is this?!"
"Umm... Pasta" I said looking at my feet
"I wanted fucking steak you worthless bitch!" He said smashing the plate on the floor. I slowly walked back, careful to not fall over. I looked into his eyes and all I saw was rage. I felt myself gulp. He landed a punch right on my cheek and he swiped his feet under my legs causing me to fall to the floor. He began kicking my in the stomach and my side.
"Please stop! Peter I'm sorry!" I begged as he kicked my hip with so much force I could start to feel a bruise forming. I try to scream in hope that someone will hear me but all that comes out is a whimper. He picked my up by my waist making me yelp out in pain and he threw me against the wall, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder blades. He held my fists up above my head and started to knee me over and over again and I could feel myself start to lose my consciousness. No! Tris you need to stay awake. He gave me one last kick to the stomach and walked away. I slowly slid down the wall, ignoring the agony in my shoulder blades. I crumpled into a ball and let the tears I've been holding back flow. 'I need to get out of here' was the last thing I thought before I blacked out.
Hope you like it, it will get better i promise, next chapter i will introduce the gang. Please don't forget to follow, favourite and review!