A/N: Hey, new chapter! So, with the next few chapters, after this one though, I plan to do them from Four's POV. Unless you guys don't like it, then I will switch back to Tris's POV. Please continue to R&R. By chapter ten, I want to be at 1,000 views. I think it's possible. Let's get into chapter four.

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Four POV:

I wake up to hear Marcus's screaming in my ear. I open my eyes and see him standing above me, drunk, swaying from side to side, yelling my name over and over again. I don't know whether or not to move, I can already see the belt in Marcus's hand. He is still screaming. Tobias. Tobias. Tobias. It doesn't stop for God knows how long until he's ordering me to kneel in front of him and take my shirt off. I comply. And I hate myself for it. I glance at the clock on my night stand before I take my shirt off, pulling it over my head, grimacing at the latest wounds, which are about to get worse. 4:09 AM.

I kneel down on the floor, like the coward I am. I won't stand up to this abusive man. I'm at least two inches taller than him and I have more muscle than he has had in a while. The first lash comes as a surprise as it always does. Soon I stop counting the lashes, knowing it will go on for a lot longer than I want it to. Unfortunately, I don't pass out by the time he's done whipping me. He kicks my stomach a few times and then my head twice before spitting on me and walking out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I hear Marcus's car speed out of the driveway and down the street. He usually does this when he thinks that he's done it. He's finally killed me. Honestly, this is truly the worst he has ever done. I feel like I'm going to pass out any second. And I do the stupidest thing I could probably do. I call Tris.

The phone is still one the pillow that was next to my head earlier, when I was actually sleeping peacefully for once in the past nine years. I army crawl across the floor and look at my clock once again. 4:58 AM. He's beaten me for nearly an hour. I put my hand on my bed, not caring about the blood leaking onto my sheets, feeling around for my phone until it's in my hand. I pull up Tris's contact and hit the call button and letting it ring three times before she answers.

"Hello?" She asks, her voice full of tiredness. Shit, I didn't even think about the likeliness that she would be asleep right now. "Hello? Anyone there?" She asks again, her voice sounding more alert and annoyed now.

"Tris?" I croak out. I can feel the urge to pass out getting even harder to ignore.

"Four?" Tris asks. Her annoyed tone has turned into one of worriedness and concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need a ride? Tell me where you are. I'll be right there to get you." She rambles on and I feel my lips turn up slightly over her concern.

"My house." That's all I can get out. I barely notice the phone fall out of my hand and onto the floor. I barely notice the light fading into blackness. I barely notice Tris's yells in the background, coming from my cell phone. I barely notice the floor ramming into my body. I barely notice the beeping of a call ending. I barely notice the banging at my front door and the hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. I barely notice my door being whipped open. The only thing I really register in my mind is Tris's eyes, full of worry and panic and concern and fear. Of what? I'm not so sure. I barely notice the quiet 'pings' coming from her phone, but I know she's calling 911. I know I'm going to be put into foster care and I'll be taken away from my friends. I'll be taken away from Tris. My Tris. Holy shit! I like Tris. And the light completely fades from my sight and I hear silence.

Tris POV:

I'm awaken by my phone ringing in my ear. I feel around on the other side of my bed for my phone until I can feel it in my grasp.

"Hello?" I ask since I didn't bother to check the caller ID. All I know is that it's like four o'clock in the morning and I want to get a few more hours of sleep. "Hello? Anyone there?" I ask again getting annoyed quickly and wanting to get back to sleep.

"Tris?" I have only known the person for a few days now and I can already recognize the voice on the end of the line. I can already feel the worry seeping into and throughout my body.

"Four?" That's all that I can get out without crying. I can tell something is really wrong. I've gotta compose myself. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need a ride? Tell me where you are. I'll be right there to get you." I ramble on, not letting him speak yet. I can already hear his rapid breathing and my heart beating out of my chest. He's hurt. By now I'm wide awake, sitting up in my bed, shoving socks and shoes on my feet.

"My house," is all he says before I hear the phone hits something, probably the floor. Now, I'm running out of my bedroom, down the hall and the stairs, and out the front door, running down the sidewalk and up Four's driveway. I bang on his front door for what seems like forever but give up and just barge in, the door surprisingly being unlocked. I take the steps three at a time which is asking a lot from my petite legs. I run down the hallway to the only door with light slipping out from under it. I throw the door open to see Four fallen sideways, next to his bed, in a growing pool of his own blood. He is still slightly conscious still so that is a good thing. I quickly dial 911, begging him to stay awake just for a little while longer; until the ambulance gets here. The woman is so calm when she answers the phone. How could she possibly be so calm when she as a job like this? I ask myself. I focus back down at Four. His eyes are closed. Damn it!

"Sweetie, I need you to tell me what your emergency is," the lady says in such a calm manner that both repulses me and calms me at the same time. I can't even speak with the tears streaking down my face at an unsteady pace and the trembles overtaking my body.

"M-my fr-friend. He- he's all bloody and beaten. He nee-needs an ambulance." I choke out, stuttering constantly.

"Okay, sweetie. I need to know where you are." She says once again in the calmest voice in the world as of right now. I give her Four's address and she stays on the line with me until the ambulance gets here, attempting to assure me that everything will be okay. All that I can physically do right now is grasp onto his hand like it's a lifeline, rubbing my thumb along his knuckles, waiting for his eyes to open again. Soon enough, the EMT's get here and carefully lift him onto a gurney and take him out of the house and into the ambulance. It's now that I notice my parents and Caleb standing on the sidewalk between our houses, looking towards me, confusion written all over their faces. I just look into my mother's eyes pleading with her to understand that she should let me go with Four t the hospital and that I'll explain later. She just gives me a quiet, subtle nod and I hop into the back of the ambulance after they lift Four in.

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I've been sitting at the hospital for a few hours now. The gang keeps texting me, asking where I am, where Four is, if we're off doing something together. I want to text them but I'm not sure what to say, so I text Christina, deciding to ask her to tell everyone else for me.

Chris. Answer ASAP!

Hey, what's up? Where r u and 4?

4 is in the hospital. I'll explain later. Can u tell everyone?

Of course, I'll be there ASAP.

That is the only conversation we have before she leaves, I'm assuming to tell the gang and to leave school. Well, I guess I'll have to mentally prepare for all their questions that even I don't have the answers to.

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A/N: So sorry once again for the short chapter. The next one will be about 5000 words as payback to you guys. I promise. Please continue to R&R.

-Tori