A/N:This is my first don't hate.
*Divergent belongs to the wonderful Veronica Roth.
Four POV
I'm walking to my apartment after working in the control room when I hear a scream.
The Scream.
Tris...
I run towards the chasm where I heard her scream coming from.
I find Peter,Drew,and...Al.
I thought they were friends.
That bitch.
I feel myself boil with anger as I run towards them ready to attack.
Peter and Al are quick and escape.
Drew,not at all.
He just stands there in shock.
His face is white.
I kick his groin making him double over in pain.
I take advantage and knee his stomach.
He groans in response.
I kick him onto the floor and kick his stomach and chest.
I sit on him and punch his face several times.
I only stop when I see his face is covered more in bruises than skin.
I punch his stomach and call it a day.
He'll wake up with bruises in places he'll regret.I think to myself as I see him stir on the ground in a heap.
"Four..."I hear Tris croak.
I sprint towards her.
My heart aches at the sight of her.
She's hurt.
I ignore my fear of heights in order to lift her over the chasm.
One wrong move and we fall to our death.
She blacks out as I carry her to my apartment.
I don't want her to be in the dorms.
Especially knowing they're there.
I almost fall in one of the hallways.
They're always so dim or dark.
I open the door to my apartment and step inside.
"Your safe,don't worry.I'll make sure they pay."I whisper into her hair as I lay her on the bed."I'll make sure."