Nightmares ~ Chapter 2

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Tris's P.O.V


"I bet you like that, don't you stiff?" Peter snorts as he thrusts his member inside of me. I scream out in pain. 6 cuts to my thighs. He thrusts harder. There is no pleasure, only pain.

"Scream all you want, stiff. No-one is gonna hear you!" Peter scoffs. His breathing becomes heavier. "Your so fucking tight, Tris." He pants. I scream. 6 more cuts. I sob hysterically. "Whats the matter, stiff?" he asks. I stay quite. 6more cuts. "ANSWER ME!" He shouts in rage.

"You're raping me, that's what's wrong!" I spit at him. 6 more cuts.

"It's not rape if you enjoy it." He says. I cry. 6 more. He groans loudly as he cums. He pulls out and gets dressed. He walks towards me and grabs me. He takes me out of the training room.

"Where are we going?" I ask, fearfully.

"The Chasm." He replies, smirking evilly. I scream. Peter reaches into his pocket and grabs out the knife. He cuts my neck. Deep. Not deep enough to kill then & there, but deep enough to torture & kill slowly. My breathing becomes uneasy. We reach the Chasm and he takes me towards the edge.

"Let me go!" I shout, angrily.

"Gladly."He says with a smirk. And with that, he lets go of me and i'm falling into darkness.

I wake up shaking, sweating and crying. I look around. I'm not in the dorms! I sit up and look around some more. On the floor by the bed i'm currently in, I notice Four, shirtless, fast asleep on the floor. That's when I remember why i'm here. I remember Peter, abusing me. Then Four, taking care of me. I lay back down on the bed and roll onto my side. My face is pressed against the pillows. They smell like Four. I am feeling pretty sore. The cuts on my thighs sting. So does the one on my chest. I feel achey all over. In between my legs hurts the most. I feel very sore down...there. I start thinking about what i'm going to do. I can't go back to the dorms. Not with Peter there. Or Al. Or Drew. If they were gone, It would be fine. Maybe if just Peter was gone.

"Good morning, Tris." I heard a voice, that belongs to Four say. He sits up.

"Morning, Four." I reply.

"How did you sleep?" Four asks, standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, I guess. I had a nightmare, which was pretty horrible. But other than that, It was pretty good." I say.

"Okay. What was it about?" He asked. I tell him what happened. I end up crying. It was a pretty intense dream. And i'm not having the best week.

"Come here." Four says, grabbing me and pulling me closer. I tense under his touch. But I remind myself that it's Four, not Peter. And Four isn't going to throw me into the Chasm. I relax a bit as Four pulls me onto his lap. I rest my head on his chest and sob. He wraps his arms around me and pats my head.

"Sh, Tris. It's okay. I will protect you." Four says. MY sobbing slowly gets quieter until it stops.

"Are you hungry?" Four asks.

"A little bit." I say.

"Okay, You can get dressed and have a shower if you want. Then we'll talk about food." Four says.

"I can use your shower?" I ask.

"Of course." He says. I nod. He unwraps his arms and i get up. I walk over to my stuff and grab some clothes. I get a pair of black training pants, a dark red tank top, a dark red push-up sports bra (because it's the only one I had that was clean) and black underwear. I make my way towards the bathroom.

"There's a spare towel you can use in there!" Four shouts.

"Okay." I reply. I walk into the bathroom and get undressed. I turn on the water and step in. The water is warm. It stings my cuts a little at first, making me groan in pain. After about 30 seconds, the pain resides. I clean myself and then step out of the shower. I get dressed and walk over to th vanity. I see a little bag and a note. I take the note and read it:

Tris,

In the bag is some makeup for you to wear. On the back of this note is instructions on how to apply it.

I hope your feeling a little better.

XOXO, Christina

I turn to the back of the note and see detailed instructions. I pick up the bag and look at the contents. There is concealer, foundation, blush, black eyeliner and mascara as well as an assortment of brushes with numbers on the end of it. I follow Christina's instructions carefully and several minutes later, I don't look like myself. My bruises that were on my face have disappeared. Instead, my skin is smooth. The blush makes the outlines of my cheekbones more definite. The eyeliner and mascara makes my eyes pop. I don't look beautiful, not at all. I look noticeable.

I walk out of the room and see that Four is already dressed. He is wearing black pants and a charcoal-grey shirt that outlines his muscular figure.

"Wow, Tris. You look...great." Four says, blushing. I blush a deep shade of red. We both laugh a little about how awkward the situation is.

"You don't look too bad yourself!" I say, relieving the tension in the air. He winks at me and laugh it off, although I can feel my face getting flushed.

"Are you hungry?" Four asks.

"Yep." I say, popping the P.

"Well then. We should go to the cafeteria." Four says. I nod. We walk to the cafeteria in a comfortable silence. I begin to feel very nervous. What if Peter takes me? My head fills with these ridiculous 'what if?' questions as we get closer and closer to the cafeteria. Four seems to notice.

"You okay?" He asks.

"I'm okay." I reply as we reach the doors. I take a deep breath and enter. I keep my head down as I get my food. I spot Christina sitting next to Will and I go sit next to her. As I take my seat, she notices me and gives me a massive hug.

"Tris! Are you okay? How are you feeling? DO you need retail therapy?"

"Chris! I'm okay. I'm feeling a little nervous and I DO NOT need retail therapy."

"Fine." Christina sighs. we eat in silence. I'm halfway through my food when someone taps my shoulder. I look up and see someone who I thought i knew. I thought I could trust. But I was wrong.

"Tris." Al said.

"What?!" I snapped.

"Tris, please. I didn't mean to. I didn't know what Peter had in mind." Al pleaded.

"Stay away from me, Al," I say, slowly standing up."Leave me alone. Never talk to me again. I. Hate. You."

"Tris...Please..."

"If you talk to me again, I will personally kill you!" I say. I'm shouting now. Al looks at me one last time and then runs off. I slump back onto my seat. Christina pats my on the back and I continue eating. Once i'm finished, Chris drags me along and forces me to go shopping.


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