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Christina's POV

Tris and myself have been friends for years. She lives in the apartment directly above me. I'm always hearing yells, and abusive words from her new fiance, Peter. This morning I heard it all again, deciding that enough is enough.

I pick up my cel phone, dialing the police station's number. I wait and after three rings, a man with a deep, musclular voice answers.

"Hello. New York Police Department. I'm Tobias, what can I help you with today?" The man says to me. It must be rutine to do that every time someone calls.

"Yes, hello. My name is Christina, and I need to report an incident. It's been happening in the apartment above me, and it has to stop. I've been hearing hurtful yells and screams for about two weeks now. The girl never comes out or anything anymore. She's my best friend and I need someone to come out here and settle things out." I tell Tobias.

He is quite on the phone for a few minutes. I can hear a keyboard clicking in the background, so he must be having to record and make an investigation file. After a few more minutes he replies.

"What is your friends name, Ms. Christina?" He asks in a polite way.

"Her name is Tris Prior. That's her nickname, but her real name is Beatrice Prior." I tell him. I knew she was going to hate me for having calling the cops, but I knew what was happening. She was just too scared to tell anyone because she feared Peter would find out.

"Okay, Thank you Christina. I will be on my way there shortly. Thank you for your help." He says as I heard the line go dead.

I put my phone down also, hoping and praying that she would be okay.

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Tobias's POV:

I grab my gun, sliding it into my gun holster. I had to get there fast, because I knew if the fiance was gone, I could get her to talk more without fear of being caught. I slip my badge onto my shirt and grab the keys to my new Camaro police car.

I drive down the road, until I come up to the place where I had tracked down Christina's location too. I slide out of my vehcile and look around, sighing. It was a rough part of the neighborhood, but I guess they were living here until they could get up on their own feet.

I walk into the apartment building, walking up three flights of steps until i find the apartment number, that the land lord had given me. I take a dep breathe and sigh as this is my first domestic abuse case. I knock on the door twice, giving a pause to listen for footsteps. I didn't hear any so i knock again twice.

"Ms. Prior? Open up please." I say in a calming tone. I wasn't about to reveal I was the police. Someone around may be friends with her fiance and tell him.

I hear small footsteps prance around quietly until i hear the main bolt unlock. She opens the door slightly. As soon as I can see her, my eyes instantly go to the bruises on her face and sigh.

"Ms. Prior. I'm not here to hurt you, I just need you to answer a few questions for me. Is that alright?" I ask her, making sure not to alarm her in any way.

She looks around at first and then tenses up as she opens up the door a little more. She was so small. She was short and had a petite figure about her, but she was beautiful behind those tragic bruises. "Come on in..but please don't tell anyone I let you in..." She says to me quietly.

I step inside the apartment and look arpound to make sure no one saw.

But what I saw as i finally got in, Was an angry man coming up the steps and towards this apartment door, and I knew then. I had came at a horrible time and I could only guess that it was Peter coming to check on her.

A/N:

Cliffhanger! Sorry, but I just had to do it! please review! This story will get better, I promise! I just need some reviews before I post the next chapter! thanks for reading :)

~Ashlynn