A/N- this is my 47th document on here. That just says I write too much.

Im going to a 2 story Barnes and Nobles today that's an hour and fifteen minutes away from where I live and I'm really excited. The last time I went to a bookstore I could only get two books because I'm broke but this morning I found a dime and I gave it to my mom because I owe her money but today she promised she would buy me a few books! I won't be able to spend $115 (I did that once in one day), but I'll be able to get a few!

I'm kind of freaking out about that.

Im done now.

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Beatrice's POV:

Tori is making me go to the fight training. She thinks if I beat something up it will make me feel better. Surprisingly, she is right.

Tobias shows us some techniques and skills to help us fight.

"Everyone get a bag. You'll be fighting each other tomorrow." Tobias announces. I walk over to one in the corner, where the other initiates aren't. I try to use some of the techniques that Tobias showed us. Surprisingly, I'm good at this. I pretend the bag is Marcus. I pretend that if I do to the bag what he did to me, it'll make everything better. Mum would be alive. We wouldn't know the pain of Marcus' leather belt cracking against our bare skin. I wouldn't have had go starve almost every day. I would have a family. Not a dead person and someone who I'm deadly terrified of. I hit the bag harder with each memory. I don't even hear Tobias come up behind me.

"Not bad." He says to me. "You feeling any better?"

"No." I hit the bag so hard it falls off the hinges that hold it onto the ceiling. I look at the broken punching bag laying on the ground. Then I look up at the other initiates who are staring at me in shock. Then I look at Tobias.

"Why don't you go back to Tori's for a little while?" Tobias mumbles.

I turn and leave the room. I go to the tattoo parlor and Tori greets me.

"You okay?" She asks.

"I don't know. I broke a punching bag and Tobias sent me back here." I reply.

Tori sighs. "Pretending it was him again?" I nod.

"You'll be okay. Forget about him." Tori whispers.

"I can't. How can you forget when you have so many of these scars?" I hold out my arm where Tori could see the scars from his knife.

"He is a terrible man. Why haven't you reported him?"

"Like anyone would believe me. Leader of the selfless faction abused his only daughter. Every one would believe that." I say sarcastically.

Tori sighs. "You have to stop living in the past. The only way you can recover is if you live in the present. You've been through so much. I know that. You just have to leave if behind though. I'm not saying you could forget about him completely, but focus on other things. Act like he didn't even bother you."

"But he did." I say in a voice so quiet, I'm not sure if Tori heard me.

"New life now, right?" Tori smiles. "Are you hungry, you skipped lunch." Tori asks.

"No. I'm used to eating at most twice a week. I had breakfast this morning and dinner last night and I bet it was more then I've eaten in a year."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything. I have to go work on some customers. You can do whatever you want. Just don't burn this place down." Tori leaves the back room to work I some customers. I think about what Tori said in silence for a few minutes. Leave Marcus behind. I am a new person now. I stand up, proud and walk out of the back room. Tori is working on tattooing someone's shoulder.

"I'm okay now." I tell her. "I'm going back to training."

"Okay. If you need me, you know where to come." I wave goodbye and I walk back to the training room. I walk in the door and Tobias immediately comes over to me.

"You okay now?" He asks, a slight bit if concern in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I start to turn away before I mumble, "better then I have been in 10 years." look at him quickly to make sure he didn't hear the last thing I said. He didn't. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"You okay to go back to training? Fights will be tomorrow." I nod and walk to a punching bag. I work on perfecting my attacks until training is over.

Tobias' POV:

I show everyone techniques for fighting before letting them go to the punching bags. I notice Unnamed goes to a bag in the corner, away from everyone else. She starts to work and is amazing. She is so strong and beautiful. Unnamed keeps hitting the bag and doesn't even realize when I go up behind her.

"Not bad. You feeling any better?" I ask in concern.

"No." Unnamed hits the bag one final time before it goes crashing to the ground. All of the other initiates stop what they're doing and stare at her. I find myself doing the same. She looks around, looking a little nervous.

I finally find my voice again. "Why don't you go back to Tori's for a little while?" Unnamed turns and leaves the room. All of the initiates watch her walk out and then turn their heads and stare at me.

"What?" I snap at them. One initiate speaks up.

"How come she gets to do whatever she wants? She's not in training half the time! If I did that, I'd be Factionless in a second!" I recognize the initiate as Peter, a Candor transfer.

"Get back to work." I snap again, not wanting to have to try to explain something I know nothing about.

When there is about a half hour left of training, Unnamed comes back. I immediately walk over to her.

"You okay now?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She also mutters something else that I don't understand, but I decide not to ask her about it.

"You okay to go back to training? Fights will be tomorrow." She nods and goes over to a punching bag. I can't help but admire her form and the power behind each attack at the bag. She is perfect.