Tris pov:
School is over and I am driving home, thinking about how I won't have to deal with Marcus for 2 days. That's enough time for my back to heal a little bit before its torn open again.
I pull up into the driveway of our huge house, one of the pros of your dad being the mayor. Notice how I said house instead of home, that's because this has never been a home to me.
Grabbing my backpack I make my way inside. The house reeks of alcohol and garbage, partly because Marcus never cleans up after himself. And he expects this to be spotless when he gets back! I sigh, better start cleaning.
I throw my backpack on my bed and grab a garbage bag, picking up the beer cans and takeout containers that litter the floor. That takes about half an hour, hey, it's a big house. Then I grab a broom and sweep the floors. Once they are clean, I take care of the small amount of dishes in the sink. I am just settling down to start my homework when my phone starts to ring.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey, it's Christina. Just wanted to tell you that there's a party tomorrow night at Zeke and Uriah's, oh, and I'm getting you ready." She tells me. Our school year always starts on a Thursday, so every year Zeke and Uriah holds a back to school party on the Friday.
"I can't go Christina, I'm sorry." I tell her. Last time when Marcus found out I went to a party he sent me to the hospital. I don't want to know what would happen this time.
"Marcus won't let me go. He's out of town and if he finds out, I'm dead." I tell her. She takes it as a joke but I know the threat behind my words.
"Exactly, he's out of town. He won't know. When's he coming back?" she asks.
"Saturday night."
"See, he won't find out. Don't worry." She assures me.
"Okay, I guess I could go for a little bit." I say hesitantly.
"Great! I'll be at your house at 4 tomorrow to get you sexy. Bye!" She says and hangs up before I could protest.
I finish my homework and fall asleep soundly for once, without Marcus invading my nightmares.
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I hear the doorbell ring and go to answer it. Christina stands at the door with 6 huge bags, filled with God knows what. I inwardly groan.
"Hey Trissy!" She says when I let her in.
"Hey Chrissy!" I say back with the same fake enthusiasm. I lead her up the stairs to my room. When we get in, she immediately throws a bundle of cloth at me. I hold it up and realize it's a dress. I look at it and realize the back of it will show my scars. I shake my head.
"No, I can't where this. Do you have anything less revealing?" I ask her. She sighs and grabs another dress out of one of the bags.
"I knew you wouldn't like that one, but a girl can try. Wear this one." She says while handing me the dress. It is black and long sleeve, so it will cover my back up nicely. The only problem is it's really short.
I raise my eyebrows at her and she throws me a pair of sheer black tights.
"That's all your getting away with, now go try it on." She says and pushes me into the bathroom. I put on the tights and the dress and look in the mirror. The dress hugs my figure, but it's not suffocating me. It actually makes me look like I have curves, and the tights look great with my legs. I smile at my reflection and walk back into my room.
Christina is now dressed in a red peplum dress that comes around mid-thigh and is currently curling her hair. When she hears the door move, she turns her head to look at me. I manage a small smile.
"You look great!" She tells me. I return the complement. I wait for her to be done with her hair and then she sits me in the chair and gets to work curling my hair into soft ringlets. When she's done she starts on my makeup, seeing as hers is already done. She turns me around so I am facing the mirror. I gasp at the sight. Christina actually made me look pretty.
"Thank you." I tell her, smiling. If Marcus ever saw me in these clothes he would give me a concussion. She looks at the clock. It is 8:30.
"Well, let's go. Now's the perfect time to arrive fashionably late." I nod and follow her out the door. We head to her car and I hop in the passenger seat. Christina blasts the music and we sing along the whole way.
When we get there, the music is blasting and there are drunken people crowding the lawn. Christina links her arm with mine and we walk through the crowd of teenagers to get to the door. Once we open the door, the smell of alcohol hits me and I see Zeke and Uriah in the middle of a game of beer pong. I laugh as I go to watch them.
"Hey." Someone whispers in my ear and I turn around to see Peter. I can tell he is drunk.
"What do you want?" I spit at him. He laughs.
"All I've ever wanted was you." He says, grabbing my wrist. I pull away.
"Leave me alone." I tell him before walking away. I spot Marlene on the other side of the room and walk towards her.
"Hey!" I say to her. She returns it. We talk for a little bit before Zeke and Uriah grab us to dance. We dance to the music until a slow song comes on. I walk away to grab a drink.
"All alone?" A voice said from behind me, startling me. I would know that voice anywhere.
"Eric." I said without turning around.
"Hello Tris." I turned around this time.
"What do you want?" I asked him with a snarl.
"Calm down, I just want to talk." I looked at him expectantly.
"Well? You gonna talk or what?" I said after a short silence.
"Not here. Too many people." He grabbed my wrist. "Follow me."
I tried to pull away but his grip was too strong, so I obliged. He led me upstairs and down a hallway that I knew was filled with guest bedrooms. I started to squirm, getting a bad feeling about it.
He led me to a door and opened it, guiding me in. Immediately a blindfold was put a put over my eyes and a gag in my mouth. The two actions were done at the same time so somebody must have been helping Eric.
"Well, my job here is done." I heard Eric say to the other person, and then the door opening and closing. The blindfold was ripped of my eyes and I saw Peter standing in front of me.
"Hey sweetheart." He said. Even from 2 feet away I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
He stepped closer and ran his hands down my body, holding my wrists in place. I managed to get one wrist of his iron grip and punched him in the stomach. My blow wasn't that hard because it hardly fazed him, he just slapped me.
"I want to taste those beautiful lips again." He slurred, pulling the gag down and attaching his mouth to mine. I bit his lip and he pulled away. I took this opportunity to scream as loud as I could, but it was interrupted by a swift punch to my vocal cords.
"Shut up, bitch. Now since I didn't get to finish what I started before, I think now's as good a time as ever." Peter whispers in my ear. I try to scream again but I make no noise. Peter must have punched me really hard.
He takes a pocket knife out of his back pocket and rips my tights off first. He swirls the knife around the skin of my leg, making designs and patterns. The pain is excruciating, far worse than my back has ever been.
He is just starting to cut my dress off when the door bursts open. Tears cloud my vision so I can't see who it is. But they pull Peter off me and fling him against the wall, throwing punch after punch. I wrap myself up in the blanket and think back to 2 years ago, when almost the exact same thing happened. Whoever came to my rescue is now finished with Peter and heads over to where I am. I am now sobbing. They wrap their arms around me and comfort me. I look up and through my tears I make out a face I have memorized. I decide to try my voice again and it doesn't completely fail me this time.
"Tobias." I manage to croak out before the world goes black.
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When I wake up, I am engulfed in a blue quilt. I see the words 'Fear God Alone' on the wall I am facing. I hear light snoring and try to find where it's coming from and where I am. Nobody else is in the bed, which is a good thing, so I look over the edge to see Tobias on the ground, tangled up in a blanket.
I sit up; despite my protesting muscles and start make my way to the bathroom that is attached to the room, only to discover that I am only wearing a t-shirt. Well, it is huge on me and is longer than the dress I wore last night, but I know for a fact that I didn't put this on.
I decide to ignore it and look in the mirror. There is a bruise in the shape of a handprint on the right side of my face and a large blackish purple bruise on my throat. I look down at my legs and see that most of the blood was washed off and all that remains now are the cuts, scabbed over. I hear movement from in the room and walk out. Tobias is now sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looks up at me and stands up.
"How are you feeling?" He asks.
"To be honest, horrible. I can't believe I let him do this to me again. I should have not fallen for Eric's trick. I just feel so weak right now." I say, sitting on the bed.
"Wait, again?" He asks. Oh yeah, he doesn't know what happened.
"Let's just say that he tried to rape me before. Oh, did you put this shirt on me?" I ask him. He blushes slightly.
"Yeah, I'm sorry; I just didn't think you would have wanted to sleep in your dress." He says sheepishly. I freeze. He might have seen my back. Oh no, this is not good. He must have seen me freeze.
"Don't worry, I didn't look or anything." He says quickly. I nod, thankful. Then I remember that he has a family.
"Hey, where's the rest of your family?" I ask him.
"Caleb's sleeping at one of his nerd friend's houses and my parents are away on business." He explains. I nod.
"What time is it?" I ask him.
"Around noon, why?"
"Oh shit. I'm sorry, but I really have to get home. Thank you for everything, really." I explain to him and kiss his cheek quickly before running out the door. I realize I don't have a car.
"Need a ride?" He says from behind me, holding his keys. I nod and he leads me to his Ford truck. I get a chill and realize I just have the t-shirt on. Tobias throws me a pair of sweat pants and I blush, slipping them on.
"They're my smallest pair." He says to me, and even still, I have to roll them up at the waist for them to even remotely fit. I tell him my address and he drives off. The only noise is the radio. The song changes and Dark Horse by Katy Perry comes on. I turn the radio up and start singing along quietly. When the rap comes, Tobias starts rapping. I laugh at him.
We end up singing at the top of our lungs for the rest of the song, and all too soon we arrive at my house. Waving goodbye to him, I step out of the truck and walk towards the house, opening the door. I know there is a problem because the door isn't locked. I feel my heart race but I continue in anyways. The door shuts behind me and I walk to the living room.
"Hello Beatrice."
Dun dun dun! Cliffhanger! Hope you like it!
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