Chapter 3! I will try to update as quickly as I can, but sometimes I will have a ton of homework and I won't be able to update as soon as you want me to.

Well, here's chapter 3! :D

Tobias's POV

I walked into my quiet house. I had moved out on my 18th birthday, excited to get away from Marcus and his abuse.

Shutting the door silently, I went into the kitchen and washed my hands. Then, I grabbed a pan from my cabinet and rubbed some olive oil on it. I left it sitting for about 5 minutes, then poured some frozen peas into it. This is how my mother had prepared them.

I would give them to Beatrice as a token of my thanks for the meal. I prayed her parents had not mentioned our potential marriage. If they had, and she spoke of it to me, things might grow a bit awkward.

I mentally facepalmed. What was I doing, thinking of Beatrice in the form of marriage when we weren't even engaged yet?

After turning on the oven and placing the peas on it, I set the timer for 3 minutes. I would let them simmer, then I would throw them in a crock-pot where they would cook on low all night.

My joints hurt. Rubbing some alchol on them, I heard the time go off. Sh*t, I said in my head, rushing into the kitchen and grabbing the crock pot. I poured a bit of olive oil in it then water. Finally I dumped the peas into pot and left them on the stove.

The pan clunked as I put it in the sink. I scrubbed it before lathering it in soap and rinsing it. I dried it, satisfied that it was clean, and put it with the rest.

Sweat beaded on the back of my neck. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, then turned on the water. I let the steam billow and cracked open the door. This would help me not feel so claustorphobic. I put one foot in the shower, then the other, and soon I was drenched in the scalding water.

I lathered my hair as I thought of Beatrice. When she had been staring at my face, had she been looking at my scars Marcus had put there when I was smaller? The crack of his belt filled my head, and I suddenly could not breath. I rinsed my hair and washed my body quickly but thoroughly, then hopped out. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my clothes, and barged from the confinements of the bathroom.

I stumbled to the bedroom and got dressed. Then I grabbed my razor and shaved my head. It had gotten long lately. Longer then Abnegation expectations, at least.

I cut it. I cut it so it was acceptable to the others, then swept up the hair. I did not need it accumulating on my bedroom floor.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, then looked away. I shouldn't look at myself. Especially for something as selfish as looks.

I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was bleak, just like my clothing. And everything else about me.

It was about time to go to bed, so I pulled back the covers and slipped into my covers. I closed my eyes, and soon I was being pulled by the claws of slumber. I accepted it and did not resist.

I soon was snoring.

Beatrice's POV

I tied my hair in a tight, messy bun at the nape of my neck. It was wet with water. I put my robe back on quickly, then went into the kitchen. I washed the dishes and went into my bedroom. Everything was plain, as the Abnegation did not believe in decorating room as the time you spend appreciating art could be spent helping others.

I scratched my elbow, and winced when I accidentally scratched too hard. Blood seeped and dripped onto the floor. I would have to clean it later.

I grabbed a rag out of the kitchen and held it on the cut, looking for band-aids. Apparently, I did not have any.

How would I ask someone for one without seeming selfish? I could ask Mother, but Father might get angry.

Tobias, my mind screamed, ask Tobias! I rolled my eyes, but nodded. He would not mind, would he?

Looking at my clock, I sighed. He was probably in bed. I would tie a thin rag around it, then place some cotton balls on the cut to help the bleeding. I would also put some rubbing alchol on it.

Grabbing the jar of cottonballs I kept under my bed, I placed two on the cut and wrapped a tattered rag over it. I hid it with the sleeve of my robe.

Turning off all the lights in the house, I went into my bedroom and crawled into bed. My eyes fluttered shut, and I lost conciousness.

I hope you enjoyed that surprise Tobias POV up there ;D

I will update soon! Maybe tomorrow?

Ok, well, bye!

~Kitt