The day after Tobias' choosing ceremony, Sky's family received a very special invitation from the leader of Abnegation: Marcus Eaton. He was offering assistance/tutoring for Sky so she could be on the fast track to become an abnegation leader. This was based on the lie her parents believed about her wanting to be right in Marcus' position when she's old enough. Her mother and father were over the moon at Marcus' invitation and accepted right away. She was to go directly to Marcus' house after school for approximately one hour every day. Knowing what kind of abusive animal he had been to Tobias, Sky was obviously not too excited. But being abnegation, obviously she could not voice her dislike nor could she decline "this most gracious offer."

"Hello Mr. Eaton, thank you for your generous offer to make me your protégé!" She clenched her teach while smiling the biggest fake smile she could muster.

"Ah miss Collins," exclaimed Marcus while looking Sky from head to toe, much slower than she'd like. "My, my, you have certainly become a beautiful young lady haven't you?" The thought of him considering her beautiful grossed her out, causing an internal cringe. "Come inside! I'll show you where I have your learning materials set up!"

He guided her into the house and down the stairs into what she recognized as a basement. She realized what room she was in when she heard Marcus lock the door. "You know, my boy was quite taken with you," he sneered as he began undoing his belt. "Obviously you're pretty, with your long flowing blonde hair and those bright green eyes of yours. You haven't quite hit puberty yet, but when you do, God help those poor boys." Sky didn't realize she backed into a corner until she felt the wall behind her. She was scared; he wouldn't really hurt her would he? Well, she thought, he beat the shit out of his own son for years. I'm nothing.

"I think you had something to do with my son betraying me," he said while wrapping part of the belt around his hand.

"You can't do this!" she whispered. "I'll tell my parents, I'll tell every-"She was cut off by the sound of the belt buckle whipping across her shoulder and neck.

"I can do whatever I want!" spat Marcus, "I'm the leader of this faction. If you tell anyone what happens here, you die! If you don't show up after school, you die! Do you understand me?" He grabbed her by the throat and stood her up, "DO. YOU. HEAR. ME?!" he yelled, slamming her head into the wall with every word. He loosened his grip on her throat long enough for her to rasp out a "yes" before punching her in the stomach. He got a couple of kicks into her ribs before she blacked out from the pain.

When she woke up her body felt broken. Her ribs were black and blue, as were her legs. She felt sharp pains on her back and noticed the bloodstained whip on the floor. In walked Marcus carrying a glass of water, the bastard was smiling. "Ahh you've awoken, great! Here is some water before you return home."

She shook her head, "My parents will know what you did to me, and they'll be able to see it!"

He grabbed her by the neck again, "Oh sweetheart, do you honestly think I'm stupid enough to leave marks in obvious places?" He lifted her shirt and pointed at her wounds, "Good thing we're in abnegation and showing skin is frowned upon. I'm smarter than you think, kid. No one will see these, and if they do, well then you'll be dead. Got it?" After she nodded, he led her to the door. "See you tomorrow for more tutoring princess."

When Sky got home she acted like nothing had happened. She ate her dinner, went to her room, and cried herself to sleep. It seems like every day she misses Tobias more and more.

This continued for the next two years.

Wake up.

Breakfast.

School.

Marcus Eaton's house.

Beatings.

Dinner.

Bed.

Eventually she stopped being sad, and got angry. She understood first hand exactly why Tobias was always running and practicing fighting and teaching her to fight and planning his escape. That's all she did these days too. Waiting for her aptitude test and choosing ceremony. She knew where she belonged and it was not here.