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Chapter 9

Tris

"TOBIAS, TOBIAS CAN YOU HEAR ME? PLEASE LOOK UP AT ME." I watch as they tie him to the chair across the room. He isn't moving, "TOBIAS PLEASE TALK TO ME, please." I begin to panic he isn't responding. After he is securely tied down to the chair, I watch in torment as Marcus slams his fist into Tobias' jaw. "STOP, STOP HITTING HIM," I scream. I feel tears fall onto my cheeks and onto my bruised body.

Peter walks to me, moves his hand up to my chin, and jerks my head to the direction of Tobias, "watch," he says. He smacks my cheek and begins laughing.

I cry to myself as I am forced to watch Marcus beat Tobias. Marcus bends down to his ear and whispers "This is for your own good." He pounds his fist into his chest, I watch as Tobias starts convulsing trying to catch his breath. Tobias shivers and his eyes open. He begins yelling and shaking trying to escape. He starts looking around the room searching for a way out but he stops as his eyes fall on me.

"Tris?" he says quietly "TRIS." I see a tear fall from his eyes. He begins shaking and trying to break the ropes holding his body to the chair but they are too thick. Marcus begins laughing and walks slowly over to me. "MARCUS, DAD, STOP, DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER." He begins screaming and tries to throw his body forward but the ropes hold him back.

Marcus just lets out another laugh, "too late." He slams his fist into my jaw. I let out a painful cry and turn to look at Tobias.

Tears begin falling harder from his eyes and mine too.

Tobias

I need to break the ropes, I need to save her. She needs my help but for the first time I am not strong enough.

I look away not wanting to watch as more bruises and cuts appear on her small body. There is blood surrounding her chair and more drips from her legs and arms.

"Tobias, is this not satisfying enough?" Marcus says laughing to himself. He walks to the side of the room and pulls a belt from the table.

"STOP, STOP." I begin screaming and trying to break the ropes. There are purple whelps on my wrists and each time I push on the ropes I feel pain shoot through my arms. Tris' limp body is almost completely purple with bruises; she hangs her head to the side. I can see the aching pain in her eyes.

Marcus walks to her and holds the belt in one hand. He holds the belt up in the air and begins smacking her arms. Each time he removes the belt a new whelp appears. I close my eyes trying to shut out the pain and agony.

I begin to imagine myself breaking out of the chair and dodging my body toward Marcus, I take the rope and wrap it around his neck; I then punch him multiple times. He looks up to me as in to make me regret my actions, I begin kicking him and lean to his ear, "for every inch of her body that is purple, is how many times I am going to stab your body."

"MARCUS, please, PLEASE STOP" I open my eyes to see Marcus still grasping the belt and laughing to himself at the pain he is causing Tris. He throws his arm down and I watch as the leather belt hits her leg, he brings his arm up and does it again.

"STOP HITTING HER, NOW!" my face is soaked with tears.

Marcus turns to me, I stare back. He walks to the table on the side of the room and lays the belt flat. I watch as Tris' blood trickles off the belt and onto the table. I tremble at the thought and turn to face Marcus. He walks to the door and picks his jacket off the floor. "Watch them, if they speak. Get the belt." Then he turns and leaves.

I sit in the chair speechless, I can barely breathe. I look over to Tris, I can't stand seeing her bruised and bleeding. She has her eyes closed and tears stream down her face and hit her bloody jaw. She has her head hung to the side and isn't moving. I can hear her heavy breathing.

Peter slowly walks to her; he touches his fingers to her face, "Never seen you so purple, stiff." He begins to move his hand down her jaw and over her chest; he stops at the beginning of her shirt and lingers there for a moment. He bends slightly and falls to his knees. He places both hands to the top of her shirt and rips it straight down the middle.

"STOP, TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER." I scream. Anger rages within me. I want to kill him. Peter lets out a laugh.

"What are you going to do about it?" he smirks, "you're tied to a chair." He then pulls the shirts off of her. I start shaking and trying to break the ropes again but it is no use. He pushes the hair off of her shoulders and bends his head to her chest.

He kisses her neck and her tattoos. I think I might be sick, he laughs to himself and then begins to touch her bra and take it off. "Didn't realize you were so small stiff," he says in between laughs.

"GET OFF OF ME PETER, now." She screams. I see the terror and pain in her eyes as tears fall.

He looks up at her and lets out a deep laugh. He then raises his fist and smashes it into her chest. She begins convulsing and trying to catch her breath. I scream and kick the chair as hard as I can. She is bruised terribly and can barely move her head. She didn't deserve this. She came to save her brother. I want to run to her and throw my arms around her small body and carry her home where she is safe. I watch in agony as Peter undoes the ropes on her chair. He throws her body on the floor. She sobs and lays there motionless, she is too bruised and hurt to fight back and even if she did she isn't strong enough now to cause damage. He undoes her bra and starts to take off her pants.

I begin yelling and shaking. I throw my body in his direction but the ropes catch me and force me back. I let out a cry and feel the anger building inside of me. I want to kill Peter, and as soon as I get out from this chair, I will.

He removes her pants and rips them in half. He then puts his hands to her waist and she shivers. He runs his hands down to her hips. I scream in horror and feel more tears run down my face.

After she is almost completely naked and desperately crying on the floor Peter moves his body up and crawls on top of her. I keep my eyes closed not wanted to see her, I can't watch. I am in love with her and seeing her would only build my anger more.

She yells to me for help, as he kisses her cheek and tries to kiss her lips. She quickly turns her head and lets out a cry from the aching of her neck. She slaps him in the face hard but quickly lowers her arm as the pain rushes into it. Peter grabs her arms and forces them onto the ground. He holds her there as he begins to kiss her jaw. He then lowers himself to her waist.

I close my eyes again, I need to help her; I can't let Peter do this. She needs my help.

I hear footsteps from outside of the storage unit, but the footsteps aren't as heavy as Marcus'. Someone is coming. I feel a spark inside me, hope.

Tris

He is on top of me. I try to move my arms to fight back but it is no use, I am too weak. I feel puddles of blood around me. Peter isn't acting the same, he wouldn't do this. He is a coward and a complete ass but he wouldn't sleep with me or feel me up. Something is different.

I pull my head away and feel Peter slide his hand into my panties. I turn away and try to fight back tears; Tobias opens his eyes and looks into mine, I feel warm tears hit my cheeks. He looks at Peter and I can see the anger inside him building. I hear Tobias begin to yell and kick the chair but the ropes are too thick and the nails holding the chair to the floor boards are too strong. I let out a cry and feel Peter start to undo his pants. This doesn't seem like Peter, he would never sleep with me.

I begin to kick violently but the pain overtakes my legs and I scream in misery. I give up and let my body go limp. I can't let Tobias see this, I can't. He is already shaking and I can see purplish blue whelps on his wrists from trying to break the ropes holding him back from Peter.

I look to Tobias; he is trying to look away. He looks back and I stare into his eyes. They glisten with dark blue and give me hope. I can still see tears fall to his cheeks and his hands turn into fists. He looks at Peter and I watch as his knuckles go white.

He turns to me and tries to mouth something but I can't tell what he is trying to say. He shakes his head and then motions for me to listen. I try to focus on what he is trying to get me to hear but all I can manage to hear is Peter's loud moaning and mumbles as he removes his boxers.

Tobias kicks and punches the air trying to break the ropes again, he lets out a loud yell and I begin to cry out as Peter starts to rape me. "Peter stop, please, please, stop." I whimper as more tears hit my cheeks.

He completely ignores me; he turns his head to focus on Tobias. I watch as Tobias' cheeks glisten with tears, he looks at me and mouths "I'm sorry". His knuckles are still white, and around them the skin is shades of dark red. I begin to scream and kick furiously. I knee Peter in the spot that will hurt the most and he falls onto his side grabbing himself. I turn and begin to crawl towards Tobias, I only get about a couple feet away. I still feel blood falling from my body and hitting the ground as I try to drag my body across the floor.

I feel a hand grasp around my ankle, Peter, he forces my body towards him and I scream in pain.

Tobias is kicking the chair and yelling to me but I keep screaming in pain as Peter keeps pulling my body in his direction.

I hear the door burst open and I effortlessly lay my head to the floor and begin whimpering and crying out in misery. I keep my head to the floor and close my eye. I hear kicking and punching. I listen as Peter cries out in pain, and I begin to feel relief, he deserves it. I feel a blanket wrap around my cold bare bruised body.

I feel hands, smaller hands than Tobias', and I hear a female voice "Tris, Tris listen to me it is okay. Do you understand? We found you." I try to move my head but cannot, I roll to my side, I let out a small cry as I feel the pain shooting all over my body. I look up and see Christina crouching next to me.

She looks at me and then wraps her arms around my small body tightly. I let out a cry from the bruises that she is putting pressure on. She looks up at me and I can see tears in her eyes.

"Move," I hear Tobias say to Christina. She looks up at him and then I feel her move her arms from my body and watch as she walks to Zeke and Uriah. I feel strong arms wrap around me and lift me off the ground, Tobias. I feel tears hitting the blanket, "Tris, I'm so sorry. I couldn't break the ropes," he begins crying harder. "I couldn't save you, I couldn't. I kept trying but I… I wasn't strong enough" He is trembling with pain and fear, and breathing heavy. I look up into his eyes and begin crying as he carries me out of the room. I feel as the blanket becomes wet from my blood.

"It isn't your fault Tobias." I whimper as more tears stream from my eyes.


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