Four's PoV

The last few days have been fighting. Bea won one fight and lost one. When she lost I had to literally carry her to the infirmary. Edward destroyed her.

Then yesterday rankings were put up. Bea made it. Just barely but she made it all the same. Today is the first day of simulations.

"Uriah," I call from the doorway to the simulation room.

He gets up and comes into the room, sitting in the dentist like chair. I inject him and he loses consciousness.

He's afraid of spiders. A common fear. What's not common is how he faces it. For a minute he sits there, terrified. Then he starts eating them. Like literally shoving them into his mouth.

I mean I can't say I'm surprised. He is Zeke's brother after all. The problem is though; he's divergent.

I swear to myself as he comes to.

"How'd I do?" He asks shakily.

I take a deep breath, grab his arm an pull him into the back hallway.

"Uriah I need you to be honest with me," I say and he nods. "What were you aptitude test results?"

He winces and then very quietly says, "They were inconclusive."

I nod. "Thought so. You can't tell anyone and when you're in a simulation, act like it's real."

He nods. "You won't turn me in?" I shake my head. "Thanks Four."

I give him a nod and go back to the simulation room.

"Tris," I call through the door.

I eye her as she sits down. She seems nervous. I mean everyone seems nervous but she seems particularly worried.

Please don't be Divergent, I think to myself. Anything but Divergent.

"What's the simulation?" She asks.

"Ever heard the saying, face your fears?" I say. "We're taking that literally."

She visibly gulps and I say, "The serum will go into effect in about sixty seconds. You will face your fear and wake up when your heart beat calms down."

She nods and I softly move her hair from her neck. It feel good to touch her hair again. To touch her again.

"Be brave Tris," I say as she closes her eyes.

Then I go over to the computer to watch her.

Bea is standing in an Abnegation house. The walls are grey and the floors plain cement. What could this fear be?

She stands there and looks around. Then I hear it.

"Beatrice." Why is his voice in her simulation? "Glad to see you came."

She nods slightly. "As always sir."

"Oh?" He says. "Feeling cocky are we?"

"No sir I-" She starts but he cuts her off.

"This is for your own good." Then he takes out his belt an, to my horror, starts beating her.

Maybe not anything but divergent.

She sits there, crouched, facing the wall for a minute, shaking with tears running down her face as he strikes her. Again and again.

This can only mean one thing, I think as I watch in rage an horror what Bea has to suffer through.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by her mumbling. "This isn't real." Oh no. "This is not real!" Suddenly she shoots up. "Marcus stop!" She yells. "This isn't real!"

And she's awake.

She sits in the seat, rocking back an forth an sobbing uncontrollably.

"Tris," I say. Nothing. "Tris," I say again and go over to her. I need to tell her. I need to tell her now. "Tris come with me," I say softly. She doesn't move. This is it. "Bea please."

At this her head shoots up an she glares at me through her tears.

"Come on," I say. "I'll explain."

I take her hand but she pulls it away so I sigh an lead her down the hallways to my apartment. Luckily she was the last person to go so I would have left anyway and I'd deleted the footage while she was still waking up anyway.

When we get to my apartment I unlock and open the door. She walks in and I gesture to the bed where she sits.

"Who are you?" She says.

I sigh. "I get the feeling you know."

She bites her lip and looks up at me.

"Really?" She mumbles. "Are you really Toby?"

I give her a sad smile. "I'm so sorry," Is all I can say.

Then she loses it. Tears start to slide down her face an her body jolts with silent sobs.

"Why?" She says and at first I think she's wondering why I left but then I realize that she must know why. "Why are you sorry?" She clarifies and lets out another sob. "I missed you so much!"

Then she falls into my arms. I hold her against me, wrapping my arms around her small form.

"I'm sorry I left you," I say. "I thought that if I left…" I shake my head and she looks up at me.

"No. Please tell me. I get that you wanted to get away from him but why wouldn't you tell me why you were leaving?" She manages through her tears.

I sigh. "I thought I was protecting you," I say. "I thought, if you didn't know you'd be in less danger. If I wasn't there you'd…" I trail off. "I can't believe I left you with that monster."

She sobs again an wraps her arms around my torso.

"What would he do to you?" She wants to know.

I sigh. "The belt mostly. Sometimes he'd kick me or punch me but I think he had something against touching me."

She sighs. "Same with me. Belt and punches and kicks. But he touched me a lot."

I tense up. "Touched you a lot?"

She gulps. "It wasn't as bad as-"

But I cut her off. "What do you mean by touched Bea?"

She bites her lip an I immediately know. "He would just… feel me up a lot. I would have my shirt off but nothing else. Sometimes my top would be bare but…" She trails off. "The belt was a lot worse," She says finally.

"Can… can I see?" I ask and she nods.

She turns around and pulls her top over her head so I can see the scars covering her back. She must have as much as me. But how?

"I think he got really mad after you left because he didn't stop, even after I'd been unconscious. I would wake up with more cuts on my back then I'd felt awake." She says, reading my thoughts. "He would yell at me to. That was the worst I think. He told me it was my fault you left. That I scared you off. Please Toby. Please say I didn't. I'm so so sorry."

She starts sobbing again an I pull her back into my arms.

"Don't think that Bea. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm so sorry I left you. So so sorry."