*I do not Divergent or any of its characters. Also neither do I own the movies discussed below.
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Beatrice Prior 6:00 AM November 14th
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I wake up in an empty room. My mind recalls the thought from last night.
My head throbs from pain and my body feels broken.
Unlike the night before my hands are no longer tied to the bed.
Gathering my clothes I limp off the bed. I pull on my pants and shirt.
Blood smears when I pull the pants over my cuts. My bruises from them beating me ache when I pull my shirt over.
Peering out the door no one is inside the apartment.
Moving quickly I leave out the front door.
Once outside I notice it's early in the morning still. A cab drives down the street and I flag him down. Then tell him the address.
Sitting in the back flashes of the night haunt me.
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They took me.
They beat me.
They touched me.
They raped me.
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My thought is disturbed by the cab driver stopping by the house. I thank him and give him a Six card left in my pocket. That way he can get payed without thinking I cut him short.
I limp towards the back and open the downstairs door. Lynn told me she would leave it unlocked.
For last night.
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Hobbling upstairs to my room no one is awake. Al is sound asleep as well in our room.
I just hobble to my closet choose an outfit and then to the bathroom.
The hot water relieves the pain on my back. It washes the blood off of the cuts I find on my upper legs. Even reaching to my abdomen on some.
I wash my hair and try to wash the disgust off of me. Cleaning wherever they touched me.
Once I am out of the shower I notice my hair.
My hair is no longer a bright blonde.
Instead it is a deep brunette.
Christina's payback.
Except I'm okay with the new hair. Yes it makes me look even more pale but it means I don't have to hide. Beauty of Dauntless has blonde hair. So even if I sound and look like her I won't be.
I bandage my cuts before putting on the deep blue leggings. Then the large white and blue sweater to match.
Looking into the mirror I put on some makeup to hide my blue and purple jaw. Then I stare at the broken girl in the reflection.
Everything's going to be okay.
You know not to be alone.
You have to be strong right now.
You can't hide or cry.
Because no one knows.
And no one will.
My body gimps it's way down the stairs.
Now sitting on a leather chair in the living room I clutch my knees towards my chest. Embedding my head downwards towards them. Just breathing in and out.
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Sitting there for what seems to be hours.
Might actually be.
Just breathing.
Trying to calm myself.
Trying to forget.
Because nows not the moment.
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"Yaaawwwnn! Good Morning." I look up to see Uriah wearing only a T-shirt and shorts.
Before I never noticed his snake tattoo that wraps around his ear. From this angle I see it clearly.
I smile at him as he turns around again.
"Oh hi Tris! I thought you were Marlene."
"Who did you think was me Uri?" Marlene asks rubbing her eyes. She comes down the steps in pale pink with black outlined pajamas.
"Tris over there." He says pouring a cup of coffee.
"Tris are you naturally a brunette?" She asks me sitting on the couch. Uriah sits down on the other side. Giving her coffee.
"Does it matter?" She talking about Christina's prank on me.
"You have got be. Blonde get green in their hair when they dye it brown. And redheads don't usually turn out that good brunette. So Christina failed."
"What did I fail?" Christina asks wearing the same pajamas as Marlene just white instead of pink.
"I think Tris was originally a brunette. Her dye just looks to normal to not be real."
"Damn. Tris why do have to be naturally pretty and have the good room." Christina huffs at me.
But naturally pretty?
"I'm not pretty so don't even try." I say kind of coldly. Then I am bumped into.
"Nice hair." Lynn whispers at me. I smile back at her.
Then it sounds like thunder as all the boys come down the stair. Unlike Uriah they are wearing jeans and T-shirts. Shauna trots behind them in pink button up flannel pjs.
"Look she's not wearing glasses or a hoodie!" Uriah says pointing at me.
"Is it that shocking? I am sorry that I never showed you all my hair I guess." As I say this Christina and Four's head both jerk in my direction.
"Say that again?" Four says to me. He now is sitting down in a chair across from me.
"Say what?"
"Say what you just said previously."
"I'm sorry that I never showed you guys my hair? I don't know what's so weird about that. I also feel bad for not fully introducing myself. I'm Tris it's nice to meet you all." I say formally.
Four looks away shaking his head. Christina keeps staring at me though.
"Awkward... So on a new topic what are we doing today?" Uriah asks cocking his head towards Zeke.
"Today's plan was relax and hang. Since tomorrow we ski all day." Zeke says eating some of the left over bread I made.
"Then us girls will go change and be back." Shanua says and they all go upstairs. Uriah follows behind.
"Uriah I didn't know you were a girl!" I yell at him. He turns in shock of my response. Then looks at Lynn.
"It's bad enough to have you. But now my best friend has a mini her too?" He yells from above.
"Oh she's worse then me Uri." Lynn yells from her room. Then a loud groan is heard from Uriah's.
Zeke snickers at his brothers distress and plops on the couch. He sips on his coffee and puts his feet up.
"Will, I still hear you in the kitchen can you put a kettle on?"
"Yeah, no problem Tris." I hear him fill the kettle and turn on the stove.
The silence I the room is peaceful. They all just sit in the room drinking coffee.
My tiredness creeps up on me as my eyelids droop. Every time I feel them getting heavier I try to open them even more. Then they end up sinking. Until my eyes are fully closed. I am not asleep yet, but I know it will come in moments. Even if I try to stop it I will fail.
I do fail. That's when I see it.
Peter and Eric come forward towards me on a bed. Both of them holding knifes. Smiling big as they creep on top. My hands and legs are tied as I struggle. Then a scream fills the air.
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Jumping out of the chair I jolt awake. Breathing heavily and livid.
The scream was of the kettle not me.
I close my eyes again but this time to push the thoughts away and to rid my mind of them.
On the floor I try to control my shaking as I get up.
Zeke, Will, Al, and Four are visibly concerned by my sudden outburst. I ignore there looks and faces. Instead I hobble to the kettle and pour the water into a cup.
I decide on peppermint tea to relieve the pain in my body. And to help with my throbbing head. Chamomile would just put me to sleep and that will not work right now.
A body comes up behind me as I dab the ingredients in and out. Their hand touches my back and I coil inward. Grimacing from any touch.
"Tris are you alright?" Four stands before me. His face shows he's worried and concerned. So I fake a smile to relieve him of my pain.
"I'm fine thank you. Just feeling sore; must have slept weird." I move so his hand falls back to his side. Then I take my tea and drink it while looking out the window.
Outside the snow falls down to the ground. Each snowflake twinkling as it reaches the bottom.
I get startled when something touches my shoulder. Then the weight my shoulder spreads warmth threw my body. Relieving my cold inside.
"Tris. I may not know you well, but I know that jump wasn't from being sore."
"It's just...It's just. I'm fine Four." Part of me wanted to tell him the truth, while my mind objected.
Pushing past him I bring my tea with me to the door downstairs. Going down the steps I see the natural colored themed room. Inside is a pool table, couch, chairs, fireplace, sliding glass door, and a tall table. Before I was rushing to my room I never got to look around. Now looking I see a bathroom off to the side and a tv room too.
Inside the tv room is various chairs, couch, and pillows all centered around a large tv. All decorated in natural colors blending in with the woods theme. Below the tv cabinet I see a playstation system.
Good then I can hook up my account.
Behind me the creaking of the door can be heard. I turn around to face Al and Lynn.
Both of them giving me looks.
"Not gonna ask what that was about before."
"But we want you tell us some time." Lynn finishes his sentence.
"Aww so cute you too finished each other's sentence!" I say in a baby voice to them. Changing the subject. While causing Lynn to gag and Al to twitch.
"Never again." She gags.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He tells her.
"So why are you down here anyway?" Al says plopping in a chair calming a pillow.
"Zeke said today was our day off so I thought we could watch some movies." I tell them.
"BRING POPCORN DOWN! MOVIE TIME!" Lynn screams upstairs. Causing all of them to come down besides Will.
"Where's Will?" I ask sitting down on the couch. Four and Lynn sit beside me, making me in the middle.
"We don't trust Zeke or Uriah to make popcorn." Christina says as if there was an incident.
"We only set off the fire alarm twice!" They both whine.
"My kitchen towel went up in flames! You ruined my towel!" Uriah and Zeke pout.
"Ha! You both sound like Al! He sent my toaster shooting flames when he was done with it." I laugh telling it. Lynn starts laughing after she recalls the memory herself.
"You should have seen Tris. She was so calm she just got the fire extinguisher. And hosed Al and the toaster down!" Lynn laughs.
"Best part was when she was done she put a cherrie on top of Al's foamed head. Then said she was done!" Al grumbles as we all laugh at his toaster incident. That's when Will comes down with popcorn. He sits with Christina in a love seat.
"So what movies are we watching? None of us brought any." Marlene says scooting closer towards Uriah. Uriah then snakes his arm around her and she snuggles inward.
"Lucky for you I have a playstation I can log into. Then I have it set up so I can watch and play games without the disks." I tell them as I press the controller. Then logging in my home screen pops up as do my games.
"Tris why does the top corner say Record Black Ops Zombies: Level 52?" Zeke's asks me.
"What? I grew up with only my brother." Is say shrugging. Trying to find the movie I want.
"WAIT!? Are you saying you can make it to level 52?" His eyes are popped out of their sockets now.
"With my brother Caleb, yeah. We love to play zombies with each other. At the beginning before round 20 is kind of boring so we always make challenges."
"We can't even make it to round 20. Are farthest is round 18." Uriah pouts.
"That's because you always start to scream at round 8!" Zeke shouts.
"I can't help it the zombies are scary!" Uriah huffs.
Then I click on Ferris Buellers Day Off.
"You like this movie?" Four whispers next to me. As the rest of them continue talking about Uriah in zombies.
"I love this movie. My family would watch movies like these on rainy days." I whisper back to him. In the corner of my eye I see a grin edging across his face.
Then the movie starts off.
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We all sit there and watch the whole movie.
From the baseball park, restaurant, car, and dog scenes we watched all of it.
Laughing as Ferris faked being the father. Till he ran all the way home.
We even cheered as they spread news if Ferris's 'illness'.
Then his day ends.
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"I like it ANOTHER!" Uriah screams quoting Thor.
This time I click on Mulan. Mushu is my Idol.
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Throughout the movie I find myself quoting along with it.
"If I was my real size your cow here would die of freight." I point at Uriah and the movie make the *Chomp* sound. So I turn to him and say my line.
"Down Bessy!" His face droops like mud. I laugh at his expression.
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*BAGAWK* The bird on the screen is flamed by Mushu. So it looks cooked.
"Now that's what I call Mongolian Barbecue." I say with Mushu. Lynn smacks me with her pillow to shut me up. It doesn't work in her favor though.
I pick up my pillow and smack her. Then she takes two pillows and smacks me running to the door.
I jump up and shout, "I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish!"
"Is that from The Grinch?" Shauna asks me.
"If you would like to fax me press the star key." I say using my Grinch voice again. Confirming her question.
Except now I am charging after Lynn. Laughing as I chase her with a pillow. Running around the walls and stairs. Forgetting about what happened last night and my bruises.
"Lynn come out from where you are?" I say creeping down the upstairs bedroom hallway. She is in one of these room but I don't know which.
So I tip toe down the hallway peering into each door.
"GOTCHA!" She yelled as I am knocked to the floor by the pillow.
Damn can she make a pillow hurt.
The wind is knocked out of my chest so I lay there for a moment and catch my breath. My back now aches again from where Peter kicked me. Lynn stares down at me her eyes in fury and her mouth wide.
I look at my stomach where she is staring. In the fall my sweater hem brushed upwards. Showing one of the cuts that leads up to my lower abdomen.
Shit!?
"ALBERT! GET YOU ASS UP HERE WE HAVE A MAJOR ISSUE!" She screams with anger rising in her voice. I try an get up but I find myself still low on air. Instead I pull down my sweater and flip on my stomach. So they won't be able to lift my shirt and see it.
Soon enough Al is up here with mice trailing behind.
"WHAT LYNN!" He screams at her not seeing me laying on the ground.
I hear Lynn whisper something in his ear and him gasp. I don't quite catch her words though.
Surprisingly the ground is comfortable, that is until Al picks me up. Holding me around my waist and lifting me.
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Instead of seeing the cabin and Al carrying me; I see Brady street and Peters hands on me. So my first instinct is to scream. I scream and thrash as I see the street in my eyes. From the flickering corner light to the rusty metal bench by the corner. My voice getting shilled as he shakes me and then the arms are finally let go.
My screaming is stopped and so is Brady street. Now all I see is a tan ceiling up above me and I am lying on something soft. It seems plush and silky; a comforter. Comforters go on beds...
A bed!?
Jolting straight up I leap for the other side of the room. Crawling under the other bed in the room. My breathing has increased to giant huffs now. Every breath I take feels smaller then the previous one. Slightly I curl up into a ball and lay under the bed. Ignoring the eyes that peer under at me.
"What the hell was that!?"
"I have no f***ing clue!"
"You her best friend shouldn't you know why she has a panic attack. Or whatever that was."
"I think I should too, but I honestly don't know why she did this."
"What did you call up Al here for anyway?"
"She had something on her stomach that makes me worried."
"What was it?"
Don't
Please
Don't
Say
It.
"She had a fresh cut. It looked like it was made not too long ago." Gasps are heard around me. I now consider dying under this bed instead of facing them now.
"Does she cut herself?"
"I don't think so! Tris would be the person to never resort to that, but right now I don't know."
Of course you don't know. I don't even know about myself fully. At moments I love someone but deny myself that love. I tell myself I'm free when really I'm caged up more then ever. I say that being multiple identities gives me relief, except I would just rather be one. When the time comes to fix all of these I deny it.
I deny myself any relief because I am not worth it.
Then I hear a skid on the ground and the door close. Opening my eyes I look to see my phone flashing beside me.
Lynn's name on the front.
I accept the call and stay silent.
"Tris I can hear you breathing. So don't even try to hang up on me now."
"I, Lynn, will be calm, quiet, and considerate on what you have to say right now."
"Ha that's a crock of bullshit!"
"Shut up Al I'm trying to get her to talk. Not YOU!"
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"So Tris please talk to me."
"Beatrice."
"No Tris. That's Lynn talking. We don't know a Beatrice."
"Beatrice. Her name was Beatrice. She lived in small town with her loving parents and brother. Everything in her life was wonderful."
"The girl loved to dance and sing. She danced her whole way through life."
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"Until one day she fell."
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"Beatrice fell and she fell hard. Before everything was perfect and wonderful. Beatrice even had what you would call a boyfriend."
"He was called terrible things because of his dark clothes and piercings. Except Beatrice believed that those were all lies. She saw the bright boy underneath."
"One night he brought Beatrice to a party. This party was not Beatrice's scene but she stayed for him. As he drank his alcohol she refused and drank water."
"When Beatrice left to use the restroom she was grabbed. One of her boyfriends friends grabbed her arm and took her into a room. As other friends in the room laughed he proceeded to beat her. And even touch her."
"Beatrice prayed for her boyfriend to come in. While her prayers were answered they did not go as she thought. Beatrice's boyfriend entered the room and accused her of trying to sleep with his friend. He called her a slut and told her that he should be able to get in her pants before any other man does."
"Dragging Beatrice out her boyfriend she could tell he was drunk. Once alone he beat her until she couldn't move. As she cried and pleaded telling him that she was innocent he pulled out a knife."
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"Her boyfriend then proceeded to cut into her upper arm. Spelling out one word that haunts Beatrice till this day. SLUT."
"He then broke the tip of the knife on the T and beat her for his knife breaking. This behavior continued on. Of her boyfriend getting drunk and beating her. it happened for about 4 years. Until Beatrice was able to escape by traveling away for good. Or she thought."
"That's how she fell. And Beatrice fell hard."
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I click end call before I can hear a reaction. Hearing others sob and pity me is not what I wish. I only told them the truth because I had no way out of it.
The only tear I really wish to hear or see at the moment are my own.
I hold in my sobs while letting all my tears escape. They falling to the ground and dripping into a puddle. A puddle of previous tear who took the same path as them.
That is until the door creeks as it opens. Then I conceal all of my tears inside. I cannot show them that I am in fact weak. I must try to be seen stronger then I am.
Because I want and don't deserve any pity.
"Tris." I expect to hear Lynn or Al but I don't.
I hear Fours voice.
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Four Eaton November 14th
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Never should someone face that pain. Being hurt by someone you trusted and cared for, it's despicable. And I would know.
Hearing her talk about her past I clench my teeth. Balling up my fists to resist the anger of hurting someone.
No one should be hurt like that especially her.
Tris as I have seen her is beyond great. How she danced and sang to the songs. She quoted movies like they were her second language. Her laugh when she teased Al.
Someone with that kind of spirit doesn't deserved to be hurt like that.
Standing in my room the rest of them are still thinking of how this relates to now, and why she told us.
It's sickening knowing she's in the other room in a horrendous state. While we sit here discussing her life. I just can't bare it.
If find myself going to her room and opening the door. It's evident she's still hiding under the bed.
"Tris."
"Tris you don't have to talk to me, but I want to tell you something." I want tell her my story.
"I promise it's okay right now. It may not seem alright with whatever is going on with you. But I promise this moment will be okay." Her body rolls out from the end of the bed and she gets up. Her head faces the ground. The long brunette locks dripping down covering her face.
I sit down on the bed and pat across it. She timidly walks across the floor. I notice a limp in her step and it makes my inside spark a flame or anger.
"I am here to talk to you Tris. Not hurt you." She still stands over the bed hesitantly.
"Please...Beatrice." Her head cocks up from the floor and looks me in the eyes. Her eyes are red and puffy. Her tears seemed to be damned up and wanting to break free. Except she holds them back in her eyes.
What she does next surprises me. Instead of sitting across from me Tris sits next to me. Her head leaning on he head board.
"Tris you aren't alone." I take deep breath before telling her about my past.
"I know what it feels to be hurt like that by someone you trust. I know how it feels to be hurt like that." I stare at her as I say this. Her eyes, I never noticed before, seem to change. Right now she is shutting everything out. So the clouds cover her sky eyes. While yesterday her eyes shinned bright as we sang. Just like a sky full of stars.
"It started when when my mom died. My father became cold afterwards. He never treated me the same." Now I have caught her attention. Her eyes seem lighter as they now peer up at me.
"One stormy cold night my father came home. He was drunk from washing away his misery about my mom. Then he started to blame me for the reason he left." Her look isn't of pity it's of empathy.
"My father punished me that night like he did many future night. Hanging off the widow railing, locked in a closet, and worst of all his belt. He used to beat a young boy with a belt." I can feel my eyes get glossy but I don't let them go any further.
Then a small gentle hand clasps around my own. Fireworks course through my body as it give a reassuring squeeze.
"That's why I chose Four. Because I had my mother and my own life for Four years." She now leans into my shoulder and rests her neck down. Her body seems to heat mine as our sides touch. Hers fitting like a puzzle piece to mine.
"I escaped by coming to this school. I payed my way through the band."
"But what I wanted you to know is your not alone. I'm here for you. Scars last forever but we all need to accept them and move on."
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"I got a letter." Her voice quivers.
"At the time I didn't think much of it. I regret that now." She closes her eyes as a small tear drips down her face.
"It's okay your safe now." I tell her and she nods.
"I left last night to surprise all of you at the concert. Al left the ticket for me and I thought I should go." Her breathing increases.
"I was walking alone till they picked me up."
"Never did I expect to see both of their faces again." She is now letting her tears glide down her cheeks. I use my thumb and wipe them off of her. She looks up and sheds a small smile at me.
And a beautiful smile it is.
"Tris can I ask who are they?" She looks away before spitting out the name like venom.
"Eric my ex and his friend, Peter, from the party." Her breathing is increasing by the minute.
"Last night they.. they..." She stutters now crying. I wrap my arms around her as she embeds her head in my chest. Sobbing out her tears.
"Shhh. It's okay you don't have to say it." I tell her rubbing her back it isn't until she grimaces over a spot I worry.
Pulling apart she looks away and tells me, "He got what he wanted to do first. I'm ruined."
Whoever they are they're as good as dead.
Only a pathetic pig would do that to a girl.
I pull her into my arms as she sobs into my chest. Her wet tears sticking to my shirt.
I can't believe they did that to her. She must be feeling broken and used. No wonder she screamed when Al picked her up.
She said Peter picked her up too.
On my watch Tris will never be hurt like this again. She too precious for me to let that happen.
"Tris I promise we will get them. I will never let them hurt you again."
She looks up to me sniffling a sob.
"You promise?" Her voice is raspy from crying.
"I promise you Beatrice."
This time she hugs me tightly and I then embrace the hug.
Something about this girl brings me closer to her. I feel like I have this connection towards her. That I know her, but that ridiculous.
"Is that why you have the cut coming up your abdomen?" I mumble in her hair.
"Mmhhhhmmm." She mumbles in my shirt.
"You said scars are forever do you have some too?" We pull apart just to see each other faces.
"Yes on my back, but they are covered by tattoos. If you look close you can still see them."
"Can I see them?" She pulls apart and we both lean against each other. Like a puzzle piece.
"I you asking to undress me Tris?" I hear her giggle a little bit.
"Only partially. You can see my tattoo and my arm scar." She lift hers shoulder and I see the word written.
SLUT. The complete opposite of what she is.
Dropping her sleeve she turns to face the wall. Then she pulls the back of her sweater up showing her back.
I ignore her grey Lacey bra and focus on the ink imprinted on her.
A open bird cage sits on her lower bird cage. Flying towards her left shoulder blade is black, ravens. The don't reach her shoulder they get smaller and seem to stop at a spot.
"What does it stand for?"
"The cage means freedom. Never being contained or captured for good. The ravens stand for my family and people to come. Because sometimes being free means flying away. Lastly they are flying towards my heart. But from my backside, because love is never predictable."
Love is never predictable.
She lowers her shirt and I lift mine off my head and face the wall.
Her fingers brush along the circles and flames. Inside each circle is a symbol for each faction at our school.
"What does it mean?" My breath hitches as she brushes down to abnegation hands.
"Each of them are a symbol for the schools faction. The school was my way of escaping so it was important to me. I also chose the symbols because when I came here I wanted to be all of them. Not just one."
"It's beautiful." Her warm breath can be felt on my back skin when she breaths. Instead of grimacing as she touches my scars she seems to heal them.
I pull back on my shirt and look her dead in the eye.
"Whenever you need me I will be there for you." She looks away.
"But how can I be there for your or even myself? I don't even know your name."
I pull her chin towards me.
"My name is Tobias it's nice to meet you Beatrice."
"Hello Tobias. It's wonderful to meet you too." Now her tears are gone and a smile is edging to her lips.
"Beatrice seems too formal. May I call you BumbleBea?"
"BumbleBea. I would like that very much Four." She gets off the bed as do I.
"Please call me Tobias it nice to hear my name. But only when we are alone."
"Same goes for BumbleBea." She tells me with a smile now placed across her face.
We both make our way to the door. She stops me before I open it.
"Thank you for being there Tobias."
"No, thank you BumbleBea."
*I TOLD YOU THERE WOULD BE FOURTRIS! Sorry you all were really worried by what happened. It was funny on my end. Especially when you thought I would make her be pregnant. Hell no! She's got enough shit! She can't deal with a baby! And it won't work with my overall plan.
So I love your reviews! I mean these make me burst out laughing when I read them during class or at home. They make me want to write! A lot!
This chapter was so much fun to write. I loved writing the scene between her and Tobias! During the whole writing process I was going awe at their cuteness!
So I told you I would give a sneak peak to future chapters. Well I haven't officially wrote this but here's a rough draft of your sneak peek.
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Dead. Deceased, gone, angel, passed, resting, all words that describe it. But do they ever describe the feeling of those who lost that person.
Grief doesn't begin to describe that feeling in my heart. What ever lies of my heart was cut in half. Taking that half with it.
Loosing someone who loves you as much as you love them takes you. Loving is being willing to share part of your heart. Being okay if a casualty happens, but never expecting it.
I promised to never let go. And I won't because that angel has a home in my heart.
Deformed or crumpled but still a loving heart.
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So that was your sneak peak. One clue gives away the character that dies. But we have some time before they die don't you worry and it's not one of the main characters. I'm not that mean.
So I love all of you! Hope you enjoy this! Keep reviewing!
Goodnight Darlings *MT
