Author's Notes: So I got a request to have longer chapters so this one will be longer as well as the next few will be. Sorry it took so long, the last two weeks my classes took all of my time. Hope you guys can forgive me. Tell me what you think. Please read and review!

Selfless by 3sth3r

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent.

Chapter 7a: Explanations

Four/ Tobias' POV

Before

It's midmorning when I wake up next to Beatrice, huddling in the crock of my arm. I move slightly to relieve the pressure on my hand. My leg is throbbing in pain, but I don't care. I look upon her face and see an ugly black mark, bruise. And I can only guess how many more she has on her.

Beatrice/ Tris's POV

Now

I woke up with blinding light in my eyes. And what I smelled was mush worst. I stretch my neck only to find sharp pain radiating through my neck. "Ow," A dull ach settle on the side of my face. And then I remember the bruise.

My hand flies to my face as the memories just to flood back. Father was at again last night ever since Caleb set him off. He want to join another faction when the time came. It never ends well when they start to fight. Dishes and plates get broken and cracked, the kitchen as well as Caleb bedroom gets trashed. At first the fight were that bad, then talking turn to yelling and scream. And then soon words weren't enough anymore, and that when the hits began. Mom try at first to stop it, but it only made the beatings worst.

"Mornin'" a voice calls from above me. I look up to see the stupid guy I picked up near the dumpster. I can't believe I still don't know his name. "How are you?"

I continued to stare at him opened mouth. What right did he have to ask if I was ok? I sat up and swigged my legs off the bed. And then a rush of pain smack off the side of my head. A ring rang through my ears as I tried and failed to stand on my own. He pulls me up, standing directly behind me (well it more like lending on each other), his skin just brushing up against me. I can feel the warm of his skin through his shirt. But this was not time to focus on the warmth from his skin but demand answers about how a got here and why in the world I was press up against him like that.

I take a deep breath and count to ten. I shrug out of his grasp and stand finally on my own two feet. I push him away and turn around to face him. "I'm fine." I look over and find him with a questioning look. "What?"

"You don't seem fine." He commented sitting back down on the bed.

I over his head and out the window and watch as birds fly across the sky. My hand flied to my face again but I stop it before I could trail my fingertips on my hurt check again. I shake my head and look back up at him. "I'm fine." He squints his eyes at me. "What? I'm really fine. Ok. I just…I just…hit my face when I opened the door. I wasn't paying attention." I turn around and try to figure out just exactly how I got here.

"My father was like that too." He mumbled. I turned back around but this time instead of holding my ground, I stumble. Just as I'm about to fall onto my hands and into the floor board his body steps in front of me taking most of the fall as we hit the ground.

I begin to shake as I remember a bad flashback. I don't even realize I was crying until the dumpster kid wipe them away with his thumb and whispered, "Its ok. I'm here." Into my ear. I clutch him closer to me, I pull at his shirt and nuzzle my nose against his neck. I want to feel safe again, I want to be free.

His hands trance down my back calming me as I relax in his embrace. I pull back and use the back of my hand to wipe my nose. In silence for a while before I ask, "Why do you care?" I look up at him. I may not like the place I am in but I will not let him mumble his answers anymore. "Why do you care?" I asked again. I push away from him and stand.

He lookup at me, "I care because I use to live like you. I use to think that every day would be my last. And I think you know what I'm talking about." He raised an eyebrow.

I grasp at my check and turned away, "I don't know what you are talking about." Hearing him behind me, he moves off the bed and slowly with his crutches steps behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder.

"I know it can be hard to admit but maybe if you tell someone you would feel better than to have to deal with this alone all time." He says. I shake my head.

"How can you say something like that?" I pause, feeling his lungs intake another breath. "I barely know you." I turn back around to face him, "I don't even know our name, so why should I trust you."

"Because you saved me and now I own you a debt." I shake my head.

"That doesn't mean anything to me." She paused, "Why would your word mean anything when you do not have anything to back it up with." I step towards the kitchen and slam the door behind me. I can hear limp after me two steps at a time.

He come through the doorway as I start to prepare breakfast. "I know you have no reason to truth me but I will keep my promise. I always keep my promises."

I nod, knowing not what to say. After I have taking the pans out and set them on the stove, I notice he is still standing there. "Ok. Fine, you keep your promises but I need at least one thing from you."

"Ok, what?" He asks.

"What is your name?" I stare at him for a while. He opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it. "See this is what I am talking about. If you can't give me at least your name, how can I ever trust you?"

I move around the kitchen again taking put eggs, cheese and toast to make breakfast sandwiches. After a few more moments of silence he whispers, "Its Tobias."

To be continued…