Ok. So I've been getting some reviews lately about this story. Some people want me to change up the way I'm formatting the story (I wasn't thrilled with the way I was formatting it either. Too boring) so I'm just going to shift POVs back to back instead of having the different POVs of the same events.
Also to my two readers who offered suggestions for the story... Thank you! It made my day. Seriously. I use your suggestions in this chapter (at least part of them). I will probably use a spin on the rest of the ideas for the next chapter or two.
And last but certainly not least, I'm sorry that it took me so long to write this chapter. I've had lots of shit going on. Vacations, my birthday, BFFs graduating from college. It's been a lot. I hope you like this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Characters. I only own Odette.
PETER POV
Odette and I walk into the lunch room and take our seats next to Christina, Tris and their friends. I don't get along with these people so I normally don't take the time to memorize their names. I guess if I'm going to be with Odette now, I have to try and get along with her new friends.
I try to stay quiet most of lunch and focus on Odette. She really is perfect. I wrap my arm around her petite frame and she lays her head on my shoulder. I've only really known her for less than a day and I'm already head over heels for this girl. I sure hope she feels the same way about me.
ODETTE POV
I'm really surprised that Peter agreed to sit with Tris, Christina and their friends Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, Shauna, and Zeke. I mean he has friends of his own and he didn't even put up a fight for us to sit with them. I'm shocked. He must really like me. I sure hope so.
I talk with my new friends about a party that Uriah and Zeke are throwing on Friday. It seems like it's going to be fun and all of Dauntless is invited.
The rest of lunch passes quickly and soon it's time to go to Art. I take Peter's hand and we walk through the hallway together. Right before we get to the art room we are stopped by Molly. She looks at our hands and then at Peter with what can only be described as disgust.
"You choose this little skank over me? But Peter, I'm way better than she is." Ok. No one calls me a skank and gets away with it. I am so not a skank.
"Why would he ever go for a piece of shit like you? He's a god among men and he'd be lowering his social status to date you." Ahhh… That felt better. Apparently she didn't think so because before anyone could possibly tell what was going to happen, Molly had me hovering up against the lockers by my neck. I winced in pain as the wounds on my back opened and were now bleeding a little. I started flailing and trying to hit Molly but her arms were longer than mine so I couldn't reach her. I was quickly loosing air and energy. I sent out a kick to her shins and she dropped me causing me to fall to my knees and my head to hit the wall with a thud. Just as the world was going black, I thought I saw someone send a punch right at Molly's jaw. I pass out with a smile on my face.
PETER POV
How dare she! How dare she beat up my Odette! She will pay. With all the strength I can muster I send a punch to Molly's jaw and the light goes from her eyes. Now I need to save Odette. I pick her up bridal style and run her to the nurse's office yelling for people to get out of my way on the way there.
Once I get there I place her down on one of the cot style beds that the nurse has. Unfortunately the nurse was with another student at the time so she couldn't see how dire Odette's situation was. I mean, my girlfriend was passed out for gods sakes. And apparently she was bleeding to because there was blood all over my shirt. I don't know what to do and I'm scared. I decide that it's in Odette's best interest if I help her. Who knows how long the nurse will be and I know basic first aid.
I look over Odette's body and at first glance I don't see where the bleeding is coming from. That must mean that it's not coming from somewhere easily visible. My first thought is that it must be coming from under her dress and probably her back since I can't see any discoloring on the front of her dress. If she were awake, I don't think she'd like what I'm about to do but I rationalize it by saying that I need to stop the bleeding. I slowly start to unbutton her shirtdress all the while breathing heavily. I haven't done this before and it's kind of turning me on (not that I would act on it while she's unconscious). I try not to pay attention to her lacy black bra. Man is it hard. She looks so beautiful. I take her arms out of the dress and flip her over. What I see next horrifies me. There are lashes all over her back. Some old, some new. All of them are deep. The new ones look like they have been reopened. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. What on earth has she been through? I cover up her lower half of her body with the blanket that was on the foot of the bed and get to work cleaning the wounds. I start with cold water and a washcloth. I gently wipe the openings clean and this seems to wake her a little. She feels for the pillow and snuggles into it for a second before realizing something cold and wet was touching her back. She flips herself over and winces in pain. She then realizes what she's wearing and she looks furious.
"I can explain if you'll let me."
"This should be good. Tell me why I am undressed with you now knowing about my deep dark secret."
"You remember your fight with Molly?" She nods. "After you went unconscious I knocked out Molly and took you here to the nurses room which is where I realized you were bleeding and the nurse was busy so I decided to help you. I couldn't see where the bleeding was coming from so I assumed that it was under your dress and I was right. As for your secret, that's still partially a secret. I just know that you haven't been treated like the angel you are. I don't know who does this to you." She smiles a small smile.
"Well, I guess you deserve to know the truth since you've seen the scars now." She takes a deep breath. "My dad has beaten both my brother and I since my mom divorced him when we were little. Normally my brother will take the most of the beatings but one day he up and went for a week and that's where most of those scars came from. He was worse that week than I have ever seen him before. I have never forgiven my brother." Oh, so that's where the animosity towards her brother comes from.
By now the wounds have stopped bleeding and all that's left to do is wrap her up in bandages. She then asks for my help putting her shirtdress back on because it hurts too much to do it herself. So I gently put the dress on one arm at a time and button the front of her dress. She looks stunning. I walk her back to the art room where class is just about to end and we tell Tori that we were in the nurse's room. She excuses our absence for the day and the bell rings signaling the end of that class.
