FOUR POV
My alarm goes off and I get out of bed, cautiously. When Marcus, my dad, got home last night, he was drunk and in a very bad mood. Thats never a good combination. I was in bed, sleeping, when I was awoken by the front door slamming shut and Marcus saying, "TOBIAAASSSSS!" My body went stiff as a board. I listened to his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall towards my bedroom. I pretended I was sleeping, and heard Marcus come bursting threw my door. "Get up you worthless piece of crap! You are a horrible excuse for a son!" My so-called father bellowed at me. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor and began removing his belt. I took off my shirt, turned around to face the wall, and out my hands on them. The routine I had been through many times before. I prepared myself for the lashes I was about to recieve. I heard it before I felt the impact of the belt hitting my uncovered back. I bit my lip, holding back any noise, the more noise I make, the more lashes I would recieve.
I lost count after 20 lashes and had to keep from blacking out, but Marcus eventually left, leaving me bleeding on the floor. I waited for him to fall asleep and listened for his snoring before I slowly got up the strength to drag myself to my bed and use it for support to help me up. I snuck over into my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit that I hide for nights like these. I went back into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, sleeping on my stomach to not hurt my back.
I go and get dressed for school. Black muscle shirt and black skinny jeans with black converse. Guess what my favorite color is. I go downstairs and notice Marcus isn't there. Thank God. I get into my car and drive to school. I see Zeke and Uriah when I get to school. We walk to class together.
I'm sitting there laughing with my friends, when I see someone walk in. She looks hot. Who is that person? She takes Beatrice's seat, that's when I notice that it is Beatrice. I am speechless, she looks amazing. Cristina must have given her a makeover. She is good. She sits sideways in her seat. I need to say something to her, she looked cute yesterday, but today, she is smoking. I somehow find the courage to say, "Bea-Beatrice you look good. Like really good." I mentally slap myself for stuttering. She grabs the back of her chair and pulls her body around facing me. She looks at me with these seductive eyes and says, "I know and call me Tris."
Hey guys! I am truly sorry for not updating. I was gone on a mission trip through my school to Philadelphia at this place called St. Francis Inn. Its an amazing place and could talk about it for hours, but thats beside the point. The point is I didn't update. I know I am sorry. I would not get home until late and then was up early leaving. I will do better with next update promise. Just wanted to give you guys little back story of Tobias.
Thanks for reading and remember DON'T TRUST THE BUTTER KNIFE!? vote and comment! love ya guys! -Molly?