Hey guys... So you probably think I had fallen off the face of the earth or something. I know I literally started this story last year, then never posted more, and I'm really sorry about that. I'd love a second chance, if any of you are still interested in this story.(: Also, sorry that's it's a pretty short chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, even though I wish I did. Those rights go to Veronica Roth!

TRIS POV

After I pushed Eric away, I just kept running. I ran all the way to the chasm and I stopped abruptly.

My heart was pounding furiously, as I ran a hand through my tangled locks. I carefully sat down, my feet hanging over the edge into the chasm. I sighed with worry.

I knew I had just caused a scene dining hall. When you cause a scene, people ask questions. And I don't think I can answer any of them. What would I even say?

I looked down in the deep chasm, wondering where my life went wrong. I was a good Abnegation girl, never hurt a fly. Maybe I should have just stayed there. I cringed at the thought.

No, I shouldn't of. I loved my parents, but Abnegation just wasn't me. I wasn't meant to stay there, I knew that in my heart. I really did love Dauntless, it challenged me; something I never had in my old life. I loved everything about my new life, except one big flaw: Eric.

I felt nauseated at the thought of him. The way his cold hands touched me where no one else had, making me feel like I was dirt. I couldn't stand it.

Suddenly I heard loud footsteps echo through the halls. Fearing it was Eric, I jumped up from my spot and hide behind a wall. I waited in silence, holding my breath in fear.

"Tris, are you in here?" Four asked, with a slightly slurred speech from all the drinks he had had. I exhaled in relief. It wasn't Eric.

As quick as the worry left me, it returned. What would I even say to Four? He had been in the dining hall, he must of seen me run out of there like a mad man. I decided to be brave and face him. I stepped out of my hiding spot.

"Yeah Four, I'm here," I said quietly, my shaky voice echoing on the walls.

"Tris, what was that? Why did you race out of there? No more lies, just tell me what's going on?" Four asked with a tone of desperation.

I didn't want to lie to him. I hated lying to Four. Despite this, I had to. I wouldn't let him get hurt because of me.

"Just needed to clear my head, that's all. No biggie. Why'd you follow me out here, Four?" I questioned.

"I needed to make sure you were okay. Tris... what's going on with you and Eric? You can tell me, you know? I won't tell a soul," Four smiled warmly.

My heart ached to tell him. To just scream to him, "ERIC IS THREATENING ME TO BE WITH HIM TO KEEP MY FRIENDS SAFE!"

I wish I could say that. I really did.

Instead I stammered, "Oh, umm. I don't really know how to say this, but I'm dating Eric now."

Fours face crumpled with pain, and then turned to a cold mask, hate in his eyes.

"Okay then, well have fun with that. Don't make a scene in the dining hall next time, okay?" Four said emotionlessly, stomping off.

I knew my words had hurt him. But why? We weren't friends, he barely even liked me. Though I wish he did...

Not wanting to go back to the dining halls, I walked over to the bedrooms. I just needed to lie down, and to escape my complicated life.

When I arrived, I saw a big figured at my bed, collecting my things. I gasped and turned around to run, but he spoke before I could.

"Well, well. If it isn't Miss Tris. It wasn't very nice for you to push me away in the dining halls. No way to treat your boyfriend," Eric smirked.

"What are you doing with my stuff?" I questioned, trying to put on a brave front. Truth is, I was terrified.

"You're moving in with me today, remember? I hope you didn't forget, Stiff," he spat.

I gasped. I had totally forgot that Eric said I was moving in with him. My heart felt like it was pounding in my throat.

"No. I don't want to. We can date, or whatever you want to call it, but I don't want to move in with you."

At my words, Eric's face turned dark. Before I could run away, he grabbed my arm. I knew he was leaving a bruise.

"Haha. That's funny that you think you have a say in the matter. Well, you're still moving in. Come on, let's go. I'll show you to our room, and then I'm punishing you for that comment," Eric stated.

No no no... not again. I couldn't handle him touching me again.

"No please Eric I'm sorry! I'll move in with you, no problem!" I cried urgently.

"Too late for apologies Stiff. Were still gonna have some fun. Well, I'm gonna have some fun, with you," he spat, dragging me toward his apartment.

Tears ran down my face as a cringed, thinking of what he had in store.

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