Tris P.O.V.
Flashback
I hear the screaming and banging outside my bedroom door I quickly get up and lock the door and slowly back away. I couldn't live here anymore.
I run a hand through my hair, I flinch as my hand runs over a scar.
A scar that he had given me.
I had just graduated high school and was using college as a way to get out of here. Best thing is, he has no idea where I am going. He has no idea that I'm going. And it would stay that way till I get out of this hell hole.
I'm going somewhere far away where he can't hurt me anymore.
I hear the sound of glass breaking. I jump out of my skin, my heart racing. He had just come home from the bar, drunk out of his mind. That's usually when the beatings were at their worst.
I look at the nightstand by my bed, it had a photo of my family before this whole mess began. Back when we were all happy. Back when my mom was alive.
I frown, it was her death that sent my father spiraling out of control. She died in a car crash, ironically by a drunk driver.
The beatings began soon after that. My brother Caleb would usually take the brunt of it all. But he left for college a few months again leaving me here to face him alone.
I look around my room, most of my things were stuffed into boxes. My father would go back out to the bar again later, he was on a whole schedule. And when he would leave, so would I. My best friend Christina were accepted into McHeaven University, on scholarship. Her for dancing, and me for singing and music studies I play the piano, guitar, and basically anything with strings. I knew it was a long shot for me to actually make it but it didn't mean I wasn't going to try.
I hear my phone vibrating. I pick it up its Christina. "Hey!" I whisper.
"Hey Girl!" She greets me. "Is your dad still home?" She asks in a concerned tone.
I sigh. She knew what had happened outside of my brother she was the only one who knew.
"Yeah. I can't wait to be out of here." I sigh. We were taking Christina's mustang convertible all the way out to New York. I couldn't take my car, just something my father could use to track me down. I had to leave all ties behind.
"It'll be ok." She says sensing my nerves.
"If he catches me.." I pause tears running down my face. "I don't know what he would do." I say in a whisper. I hear his feet stomping up the steps.
I hold my breath as the steps get closer. "I got to go." I whisper tears running down my face. "I'll call you when it's safe." I say hanging up before she could ask questions. I hear banging on my door. My heart skips a beat and I flinch at every bang.
"BEATRICE!" He slurs.
I gulp back the lump in my throat. He was angry he must have had a bad day at work.
End flashback
Christina and I were now unpacking our things into the dorm room that we share with together.
I frown as I replay yesterdays events in my head, I still had bruises on my torso, and cuts on my back, And a slit through my lip. I used makeup to cover the huge bruise on the side of my face.
"So I hear there is a party off campus." She tells me. "We're going." She tells me holding up a red dress in front of her.
"Do I have to?" I ask hanging up some of my clothes.
"Yes. You need to celebrate!" She explains coming over to me. "Today marks your freedom, freedom from that psycho. He can't hurt you anymore. And that calls for celebration!" I make a face. I just wanted to lay low for a while, focus on school work for a while.
"And you are going to look hot." She throws a black dress at me. "Party starts in a few hours, giving us just enough time to wipe you into shape." She says winking at me.
"But.." I begin but she just glares at me. I make a face, "Fine, just for a little bit."
She screeches and jumps up and down clapping her hands.
I just roll my eyes.
"You are going to look so hot!" She yells to me. "Put that on!" She instructs me. I do as she says and put the black dress on and look in the mirror in the bathroom.
I stopped and smiled as I examined how I looked in the dress. My smile soon faded to a frown when I looked closer and saw the bruises and scars on my revealed skin, I try to pull it down to hide it but it wasn't working.
"I can't wear this." I frown. Before I could ever do anything Christina is by my side. I try to hide my back from her.
"Beatrice." She said to me pleading with her eyes. "Let me see."
The bruises were still fresh from yesterday, Most of my back was bandaged up. And what was visible was dark blue bruises.
She examines my back without a word. I feel my hands begin to shake. I clutch them into fist trying to hide my nerves.
I turn away from her hiding it. "I need change." I say randomly. "I don't want to be Beatrice anymore." I say as a matter of fact. "From now on it'll be Tris." I say confidently.
"Tris….Huh…" She smiles. "I like it."
"Common." She says sticking out her hand for me. "Let's find you something to wear." I smile and follow her to her closet.
A/n Just a little snip bit expect more drama and fluff to come! Let me know what you think of the idea!
