Chapter 1: New Home

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Tris

I wake up to the infernal yelling of my latest foster home. The voice was coming from the ever so lovely Jeanine Matthews. "All right! Everyone get their asses out of bed and get ready for school! You ungrateful brats don't get breakfast today!" She shouts from down stairs. I get up slowly.

I stretch out my stiff muscles. I shuffle over to my closet. I pull out a light fabric long sleeved black shirt. Along with normal colored worn and ripped skinny jeans. I walk over to my mirror and apply concealer and mascara to hide that I've been crying.

After I get done with that I slip on my beat up black converse. I grab my black slouchy beanie and my black worn leather satchel.

As I make my way to the huge living room I'm tripped by one of my foster brothers. Peter. I instantly hated him when I came here yesterday.

I pull my beanie on over my dirty blonde hair with a black under layer showing since I had it dyed like that. "All right brats get out! I'll see some of you in class!" She shouts ushering us out the door.

I sigh and start walking to my new high school Divergent High. I'm the only one walking since everyone caught the bus. I didn't feel like facing anyone just yet. I knew in a month I'll be moved to a new home but never leave this school until next year. I had another year to go until I was out of the system.

I don't realize but I've walked all the way here and into the office. "Name?" The lady asks. "Beatrice Prior but could you ask my teachers to call me Tris?" I ask. She nods. She hands me my schedule.

I walk to my locker. My first class is History. Not my best subject. I trudge to class getting shoved a little here and there.

I finally get to class. This class is taught by Mr. Amar. I sit down next to a boy with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. We have to sit at adjoining desks. So we share a table.

The entire lesson I doodle in my notebook. But it's mostly four ravens I have a tattoo of on my collar bone. They symbolize my four dearest family memebers. And yes the fourth one is for my dog. "All right everyone your dismissed early." Mr. Amar says. I sigh. As I gather up my things I feel someone's gaze on me from the door. I see the guy I was sitting next to staring at me. I quickly look away.

I briskly walk to Biology the class Matthews teaches. Of course I come in late to her standards. "Prior! Why are you late?" She growls. "Sorry. The hallway was crowded." I squeak. She nods accepting the answer and she tells me to sit.

I sit next to a girl with light mocha colored skin and brown eyes. "Hi! I'm Christina!" She chirps. I ignore her. She tries again. Same answer.

Class goes by ever so slowly. As soon as the bell rings I spring up and sprint to gym. I have it before lunch and I have Study Hall after lunch then two free periods in a row then I'm home free!

Once I change in the dressing rooms I exit to find only one other person there. That number guy. Three? I think. I sit a couple rows below him on the bleachers.

"Hi. I'm Four." He says. Four! Yeah now I remember seems a bit odd for a name. I don't say anything. I don't even look at him. "And what's yours?" Again silence on my part. Just then that Christina girl comes up to him. "Save your breath Four she's already ignored me." She says.

I am soon covered by a large shadow. "Is Stiff being silent and stiff?" Peter asks lauging at his own joke. I glare at him. "Aww come on Stiff! I know you've got a sharper tongue than that." He sneers. Don't say a word he's just trying to provoke you. So I just ignore him.

"Come on foster!" His friend taunts. I tense at that. That comment gets me to say something, "What did you say?" I ask inbetween gritted teeth. "Oh look who's talking now foster." Peter taunts this time. "Shut up." I snap. "Oh why should I?" He asks crossing his arms. "Because I am unbelievably pissed right now and most people don't want to know me when I'm pissed." I growl menacingly.

"Oh I am so scared! What is a little foster like you going to do?" Another one of his friends taunt. Drew I think. "If you keep pressing you'll find out." I snap. I pick up my bag to leave.

But Peter grabs my wrist. Oh that crossed the line. I whip around breaking out of his grip and send a round house kick to his temple. He couldn't block it in time and it knocked him out.

I storm out of the gym. I run straight to the girls bathroom. I lock myself in the handicapped stall.

I sink down the wall and start to silently sob. He just had to bring it up that I'm a foster! It was hard enough today.

I hear the bathroom door open and footsteps. "Hey newbie. I know your in there." Christina says. "It's Tris. My name is Tris." I say. "Well Tris can I come in?" She asks.

I reluctantly get up and open the door. She comes in and gives me a huge hug. "It'll be alright sweetie. I promise only Four and I will know that your a foster." She says rubbing my back. "Thank you. You should probably get to class." I sniffle. "No how about we skip the rest of the day. And we'll go to the mall?" She asks. "Yeah that sounds good." I say.

Time skip

We mostly shop for Christina. There is no way I need anymore clothes since I'll just be moving in a month. She tries to get me to try on a few crop tops, shorts, skirts, and dresses. They would all show my fresh cuts and scars. So I refuse. But that doesn't stop her from trying.

We take a break in the food court. I eat a order of fries while she eats a soft pretzel. She suddenly waves someone over. A group of people come over. And that group included Four. He's just so handsome. Wait. Did I really just think that?

"Hey Chrissy!" A guy with dark skin chirps. "Hey Uriah!" She says. "Guys this is Tris. Tris this is Zeke, Uriah, Marlene, Shauna, Will, and you already know Four." She says pointing to each person in turn. I just nod but don't say anything. I look at my phone. "Shit." I mutter. "I'm sorry. I've gotta go." I say standing up and gathering up my trash.

I sprint out of the mall and back to my foster home. But when I get there a black all to familiar car is there. When I walk in I see my case worker Mrs. Ryes there.

"Ms Prior." She says when she sees me. "You are being transferred to another home." She says. I just nod. I walk to my room. I didn't even last a day here. Mrs. Matthews must really hate me.

I don't even have to pack but a few pictures since I didn't unpack. So once that's done I walk back out and she takes me back to the car.

We drive for a little while. We pull up to a big brick house. She gets out and takes one of my three bags. I get the other two from the trunk.

She walks up and knocks on the door. A young woman answers it. "You must be Mrs. Reyes." She says. Mrs. Reyes nods. "I'm Evelyn." The woman says. "Nice to meet you Evelyn this is Tris." I nod at her. "Come in! We were just about to have dinner." She says stepping out of the way. "Thanks for the offer but I must go. Just call if you have any problems. But you shouldn't she's a sweet girl once you break her shell." Mrs. Reyes says. Then she leaves.

I walk in with my bags. Evelyn helps with them. "I'll show you to your room." She says walking up the stairs.

When she opens up the door I am amazed at how big it is. It has dark blue walls with posters of bands that I love like Imagine Dragons, Breaking Benjamin, and Fall Out Boy. I set my bags down and unpack the pictures.

I slip on a hoddie that used to be my brothers so it's really big and baggy on me. And I walk downstairs into what I think is the dining room.

I sit down next to Evelyn who sat at one end of a four person table. "The others should be coming soon." She says. I just nod. "Good evening Evelyn." A man says walking in.

"And who do we have here?" He asks me. "I'm Tris." I say quietly. "Tris. What lovely name." He says sitting at the other end of the table. "How many foster kids have you had?" I blurt out. "Sorry. I probably shouldn't have asked that." I say my cheeks burning. "It's alright Tris. You're our first one. So we're pretty new to this." The man chuckles. "Marcus. Could you please go get Tobias?" Evelyn asks.

The man or Marcus nods and gets up. "Come into the living room I can show you some pictures so you can catch up with some family traditions." Evelyn says standing up. I nod and follow her.

She starts showing me pictures of an annual football game between the family, a huge Thanksgiving dinner, a small Christmas things, and quite a few others. I turn the page and find baby pictures of a cute little boy. "Aww who's this?" I ask giggling at a picture of him holding a small fish. "That's our only son. Tobias. Such a handsome and sweet boy." She says sighing.

We hear a couple sets of footsteps I just ignore them and keep looking. "Mom!" I hear a familiar voice say. My head snaps up. I see none other than him.

"Four/Tris!?" We ask at the same time. "I see you two have already met. That's good because she'll be staying with us until she either gets out of the system or is adopted." Marcus says.

I shift slightly. I felt uncomfortable with this. "You know I'm not that hungry. I'll just be in my room. Unpacking." I say standing up.

I rush upstairs and lock myself in my new room. Then the full realization hit me. I live with Four! Oh geeze.

I start slowly unpacking. My phone buzzes with an unknown number. I look at the text. 'Hey girl! It's Christina! I got your number from Tori the part time secretary!' I sigh. "Hey." Is all I type back.

'Hey is all I get? All right I'm coming over txt me the address.' No! No no no no! But Christina will find out some way. I sigh and just text her the address.

In less than ten minutes she's here. I hear a pounding on the door downstairs. "Where is she?" I hear Christina asks. "Upstairs?" I hear an uncertain Four says.

I hear the pounding of footsteps and my door flies open. Thank god I unlocked it. "Okay girl spill why your at Four's house and why you live here?" She demands. "I got moved from my last foster home and his parents were next people to look for a foster kid." I say shrugging.

She looks at me. "Hey! It's true." I say. "Okay if that's all that's what's wrong, I'll go." She says walking out.

I sigh. I shut and lock my door. I decide it'll be a good time to get to sleep. I slowly pull my shirt off making sure the shirt doesn't stick to my cuts. I groan as one of them is stuck to the shirt. So I have to painfully and slowly take that off.

I put on a big black shirt and a pair of my old volleyball shorts. You can visibly see my scars and fresh cuts. I pick up my scissors and sit down on the edge of my bed and slide the blade slowly across my skin.

After a while I finish and feel so much better. I wipe away my tears and as I'm about to turn off the light I hear a knock at my door.

"Hold on! I'm changing!" Is my poor excuse. Well I do have to change to hide my scars.

Once I'm done I open up the door to see Four. Hey that rhymed. Focus Tris! But that really did ry- GAHH! Stupid ADHD! (Yes I have ADHD) "Hey I thought I heard someone crying in here." He says. "Nope! You didn't at all." I say faking a smile like I always do.

"Oh. Okay," I can tell he doesn't believe me, "well Zeke's having a party tomorrow and he invited us. Do you wanna come?" He asks hopefully. "Yeah I can come. Do you mind if I ride with you?" I ask. He nods. "Good night Tris." He says before walking off, with his ho- wait nope I did not just almost think that!

The next day

Thank goodness it's Saturday! Because tomorrow I'll probably have a massive hangover.

I see it's already two in the afternoon! Crap the party starts at five. I quickly scarmble to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I'm done with my shower I walk to my closet. I pick out a pair of dark skinny jeans, a red v-neck long sleeved shirt, and my combat boots.

I just let my hair be. Since it fell into natural ringlets. I grabbed a jacket and take the stairs two at a time down.

I see Four waiting by the door wearing a red skin tight long sleeved shirt, black shirt, dark colored jeans with white converse.

"You ready?" He asks. I nod with a small smile on my face.

Time skip

We arrive at the party. And it's only four thirty! I hop out and walk up leaving Four behind.

At five thirty the party is raging. I have to admit I'm only tipsy. I'm not a light weight. I've had experience. I won a shot competition, and drank two beers.

Around nine Zeke and Uriah kicked everyone out besides us. I'm the only one thats tipsy. Everyone seems so sober. I decide on a game to play. "Let's play Never Have I Ever!" I giggle. Everyone agrees. So I go get the shot glasses and some random clear liquid.

Zeke goes first. "Never have I ever been so drunk I can't remember your own name." I down a shot. I'm the only one. "What?" I ask when they stare at me. "Explain. Please." Christina demands. "Okie dokie." I giggle. Man I'm giggling a lot aren't I?

"Well, from what I was told. I won three shot compitions in a row and this guy named Al I think convinced I didn't have a name and I didn't even remember what my real name was." Everyone was wheezing from laughing so hard.

Next was Christina's, "Never have I ever backed out of an almost deathly dare." Only Zeke, Uriah, and I take a shot. "All right Tris what's yours. The others know ours." Uirah says slightly slurring. "I had to go up to the toughest girl in school and I had to 'admit my undying love' to her." I say. They nod.

After a few rounds I was starting to get drunk. "Let's play Truth or Dare!" Will says. We all nod.

"Tris truth or dare?" Christina asks. "Dare." I slur. "I dare you to call your last best friend and tell her you kissed her boyfriend." She says giggling. I nod and take out my phone.

'Hey Tris. What do you need?' My old friend Lynn asks. "I kissed your boyfriend." I giggle. 'Not this again Trissy! And I know I'm on speaker so later.' She says hanging up.

(A/N I'm too lazy to remember some of the dares we did). After a while I'm flat out drunk.

Four (Bc it's needed for this important part)

Soon Tris is flat out drunk when we finish truth or dare. "Guys I'm to take Tris home. We'll see you tomorrow." I say.

I slip an arm under her arm and help her walk. She's babbling nonsense and other things on the way home

Once we get home I see the lights are on. Well shit. That means Mom is up. I pick Tris up. She's passed out. And she's suprisingly light.

I unlock the door and carry her in. I hear Evelyn clear her throat. "Oh hey mom." I say neevously. "Explain please." She demands. "Well we went over to Zeke's. We played never have I ever and truth or dare and now Tris is drunk and she passed out." I explain. She sighs. "They warned me about this." She says shaking her head. "About what?" I ask quirking a brow.

"She's a heavy drinker when it comes to parties. Has been since her family was killed. So next time you guys go to a Perad party be careful." She says waving us off.

I take Tris up to her room. I lay her on the bed and cover her up. As I'm walking out I almost don't hear the faint, "Wait," I turn around and see Tris' blue grey eyes looking at me. "Will you stay with me?" She asks. I reluctantly nod. I was happy but disappointed that she asked. I mean she's drunk and asked!

I strip off my shirts. And go to make a bed on the floor. But instead she grabs my wrists and pulls me into the bed with her. I don't resist because I don't know if she's an angry drunk.

I just crawl under the covers and she snuggles up to my side. Okay she's one of those cuddly or whatever drunks. Soon she's out. I fall asleep shortly after.

Short time skip

I am awoken by whimpers and cries. I realize my chest is wet from something. I look over and see a blonde head of hair struggling and thrashing. "No! Please don't leave me! I need you!" Was the most recent cry.

I make a move to make her up but she screams. "Please no. I'll do anything. Just please let me go!" She sobs. I finally shake her. She wakes up and swings a fist into empty air. She sees me and looks completely sober. "I'm sorry I woke you up." She says. "It's fine it sounded like you needed to be woken up." I say calmly.

I hold out my arms. She crawls right into them and breaks down sobbing. The door squeaks open and my mother pops her head in. She mouths 'What's wrong?' I sigh and mouth back, 'Nightmare' she nods and comes in. She sits next to me.

"Hey sweetie. It's okay. Nothing is going to hurt you." She says soothingly. Tris turns into her embrace.

We just all sit there for a few minutes until Evelyn takes Tris into the living room telling me to go to bed. I know it's no use of arguing with my mom so I reluctantly do.

Tris

I sit with Evelyn in the living room. "You want to tell me about it?" She asks. I shake my head. She just nods. "You can tell me when your ready. Do you need advil?" She asks. I nod. I have a pounding headache. I've found out my body breaks down the alcohol faster so I get sober faster.

She brings me a cup of water with advil and I quickly down it. "Now go get some sleep if you can. We're going to go have like a girls day tomorrow." Evelyn says patting my back. I nod.

I trudge back to bed and once my head hits the pillow I'm out.

The next morning

I wake up to the smell if eggs, bacon, toast, and waffles? Oh! Waffles! I haven't had those in a couple years.

I get up. I go to walk out the door but I stop to look at my sleeves. I put a hand lightly to each sleeve thankfully no blood stains my hands.

I walk down while using my fingers to comb out my hair a bit. I sit down at the table.

Marcus puts a platefull of eggs, toast, bacon, and as I was correct waffles down infront of me. I start to eat. I haven't had a breakfast in a few days. Uaually my other foster homes didn't give us breakfast. "Slow down there. You'll choke." Marcus chuckles.

"Sorry." I mumble. I feel like my shell has broken so easily infront of them. But not Four. He still hasn't broken through. I just don't what it is about them. But they seem unique.

Soon a groggy Four comes in and sits down. He gets the same thing I did but in maybe in a slightly bigger portion. He eats this slowly. Slow enough for me to steal a piece of bacon. "Hey!" He protests when I take a bite. "You snooze you lose Four." I say. He grumbles something about never getting his food stolen before.

I steal a bite of eggs this time. He just glares. I grab one of his pieces of his toast. He doesn't do anything but glare at me until I finish it. He's finally had enough when I steal the bite of waffles off his fork when he was about to eat it. "Why do you steal my food when you can go get seconds!" He asks flabbergasted. "Eh. I don't feel like it. Plus your reactions are priceless." I say. He just glares and uses the arm he's not eating with to block his plate from me.

Later

Evelyn and I sit in the food court eating after we went to a movie. So far we have gotten a pedicure, went shopping, and seen a movie now we're eating burgers in the middle of the food court.

"So, you and Four." She says wiggling her brows. I almost choke on the fry I was eating. "No. We're not a thing," though I'd like to be with his Gree- no foucus! "But, he has to already have a girlfriend." I say trying to dismiss the subject. "Nope. Single as a Pringle." Evelyn says. I can't stiffle a gasp. "You've got to be kidding me! With how good he looks I'm suprised he doesn't have one!" I say exasperated. Evelyn smirks at me. "You like him don't you?" She asks.

I blush beet red. I mean this is her son we're talking about. "Maybe a little." I say. Her smile grows wider then disappears. "Let me just tell you this. If you guys do ever get together beware of his only ex. She's ruined every girl who has even come near him. She forces herself upon him constantly so if you do get into a relationship and you see her kissing him or doing other things don't believe it unless you see he relaxed usially he's ridgid." She warns me.

I nod. "Does she have a name?" I ask. "Lauren." She says simply. I just nod.

Later

The four of us just sit around watching Mockingjay Part 1. It's an awesome movie just not as well made as Part 2 in my opinion.

Once it was over we all head our sperate ways. Four and I head upstairs and Evelyn and Marcus head into the hall.

I lock myself inside my room and cut. It just makes me feel better. I make these a bit deeper this time because I was hurting so bad.

I started thinking what it would be like if the 'accident' never happened. Mom, Dad, Caleb, and I would probably be talking amd laughing right now. I take our last family photo and hug it close to my chest and cry myself to sleep.

Dream

I'm walking through a dark forest. And I am barefoot. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a white dress. Strapless, long and flowy.

I come to a clearing. My family is standing there with Four's. They both look at me like I'm a disgusting creature. "You don't belong anywhere Beatrice. You should go die." Caleb says. "What no!?" I screech in my dream. "We all agree with him." Evelyn says. I look to Four. Instead of his deep blue hypnotizing eyes they're pure black.

"If you weren't so short, disgusting, ugly, and broken then you'd be suitable for my son to marry." Marcus spits. I look down at my dress. It went from white to blood read. Then did I realize it was actually blood. All my scars reopened and I was dying. "No! I can't die!" I wail.

Dream Over

I wake up in a cold sweat. Hot tears rolled down my face. The door flew open. I look to see Four standing there in a pair of black sweat pants.

He walks over to me. I release my grip on my wrists. He pulls me into a hug. I rest my head and hands on his chest.

When we pull away and when I look at his chest all I see is bloody hand prints. He must notice it to because he stares at me wide eyed. Then everything goes black.

Sorry for the cliffy. Anyways as on my last A/N and Important Notices you know this is a mdified version of my life before I got better. I was actually fifteen when this happened but I made it that they're sixteen almost seventeen and eighteen. I'm now doing better with that stuff. So here are the first two days or three? I can't remember of learning about her. So I'll see ya next time!