What up bros! Its Anonymousfandude! I'and writing this on my phone once again. I'm super sorry for any mistakes. So just sit back, grab a hotdog, and enjoy this chapter, okay?

I wake up the same as I did last time. In Fours bed, feeling like shit.

"You okay, Beatrice?' Four says.

I nod. "I think so."

"Okay.I was worried. Do you know how long you were asleep for?" I shake my head. "Two days. In top of the day after your date. Your parents must be freaking out. Are you gonna tell them about Tris?"

"No,"I say. "I'm not even gonna tell them about Peter. They'll think I'm crazy and send me to some sort of asylum where Tris can slowly and painfully kill me!"

"Beatrice, they need to are you gonna explain your injuries to them without telling them the truth?" Four asks.

"Simple," I say. "They're not gonna know about my injuries."

"What about your nerdy brother?"

"Nope."

"Okay then. What are you gonna tell your parents about your three day absence?"

I think for a moment. "I'll tell them we found a puppy and we were trying to get it back to its owners. It was a three day long operation. And I couldn't text them because I dropped my phone in a lake."

"What about Peters phone?"

"He dropped his phone in the lake too!"

"Okay, I'd buy it."

"Good, now take mehome," I say.

He smiles. "Don't you wanna get all the blood of you...and your clothes. Don't wanna seems suspicious."

I look down. "Good idea."

"Here," he hands me some fresh clothes. "Christina brung them over for you."

"Thanks," I say and walk to the bathroom. I get in the shower and sigh at the pleasure of the hit, soothing water over my cold, dry skin.

I get out and put my clothes on. I leave them bathroom and Four leads me downstairs and to his car. We get in and drive to my house.

"Are you nervous," he asks.

I nod. "Little bit."

"Well, you could always tell them the truth..."

"And you could always tell your dad Godzilla is taking over the world again..."

"No."

"Why not? We'd end up in the same place. You know. Mental hospital."

"Shut up," he says and playfully punches my arm. My good arm.

We pull up into my driveway. "We're here," he says.

"Thanks, now you'd better go before they get suspicious."

"Okay, good to see you too." Then he leaves.

I walk up to the front door and knock. Caleb opens it.

"Beatrice!" He hugs me. "Where have you been, we've been worried sick!"

"Oh, me and Peter found this adorable little puppy and thecolor said it lived in New York so we had to drive there to return it. Don't know how it ended up here."

"Okay," he says with suspicion.

"Well, I'm gonna go take a nap, it's been great seeing you." I give him a kiss on the cheek and run—failedly run—up the stairs and to my room. I lay on my bed and eventually fall asleep.

WhenI get awoken by my alarm clock I have no choice but to go to school. My parents think I'm in perfect condition. I have to.

I get ready and start walking. I make it there just in time for the bell. I have English first so I go there.

Four is in this class and when he noticesI'm here—which is almost immediatly—he starts questioning me over hand gestures.

Class finishes andFour takes me to the back of the school. So I'm guessing we're gonna miss 2nd period.

"What are you doing here,I told you to rest," he says.

I roll my eyes. "One,I've been resting for days and two, my parents think I'm in perfect condition of going to school. Although, they're pissed off that I went to New York without telling them."

"Okay fine. But please be careful. And if you see Peterdon't try and beat him up because you're badly injured, remember?"

"Oh hell yeah,I remember!"

"Okay." The bell goes and recess starts.

I start walking the hallway to get to the cafeteria. A hand touches mleg shoulder and I get pushed into a closet.

The door closes andI look up. Even though its dark, I'd recognize that face anywhere.

Its Peters.

I scramble to my feet and try to run past him but he pushes me back down.

"Don't be likenthat, Beatrice. I just wanna be friends."

"No!" I shout. "You tried to kill me!I'm never gonna be your friend if the whole world depends on it!"

"Wow." He puts his hand over his heart. "That was harsh." He then smiles. "Can we at least finish what we started on our date?" He pulls out a knife.

I scream and he steps closer toward me and places a hand over my mouth.

"If you were smart you'd shut up, got it?" I nod.

He waves the knife over my face and smiles. He then moves it upand down my body ever-so slowly.

My heart starts beating really fast and I feel like I'm about to cry. But only from fear. "You okay, Beatrice?" Peter asks. "You look a little bit scared."

He grabs something from one of the shelves. Duct tape. He tears a bit off and puts it over my mouth. I try to scream but it doesn't come out.

He smiles even more smugishly than before.

He moves the knife up and down mynbode again and stops near my right hip.

He looks me in the eyes. "You know, you are actually really beautiful." His smile hardens.

And then he plundges the knife into my side.

I do a scream which sounds more like a pig giving birth and Peter laughs.

"Oh, Beatrice. You and your many ways to crack me up."

I. Hate. Him. He sees my hatred toward him and punches me acrossthe face multiple times, pinning my arms down with his feet.

He stops hitting me and pulls the knife out again. The bell for class goes but he acts as if he didn't notice.

He puts the knife against my forehead. "Will you take me back, Beatrice?" I shake my head. "Okay. Your loss."

He puts pressure on the knife and it cuts through skin. He trails it around my eye and down my face. He keeps it going down my neck and it hurts like anythingover ever experienced.

I kick him in the ass with my foot and head butt him. The force causes the knife to stab my other cheek and I almost scream. I get up, rip the duct tape off the mouth and kick Peter in the head, knocking him out.

I run past him and out the closet. Four stabs around twenty meters away from the closet. He turns around and starts sprinting toward me.

I start walking toward him too. After my first step I collapse to the floor.

He kneels beside me and asks me what happened. I find it hard to speak from pain so I just point to the closet. He gets up and sees Peter.

"I knew it," he says.

"What are you doing out of class," I ask him finally.

"I'll tell you in the car," he says. "Can you walk?" I shake my head. "Okay." He doesn't hesitate. He picks me style and takes me to the school parking lot. He puts me in the front seat of his Jeep.

He gets in the other side andI think he's taking me to his house.

"When you left to go to the cafeteria I went a different way because Zeke needed to talk to me. Alone. Then we both walked to the cafeteria and Lynn said you hadn't showed up yet. Shauna said 'Hey, maybe she bumped into Peter' and then Christina said 'Or Tris'. So they all sent me to look for you and, well, here you are and apparently I was a little too late. What did he do to you?"

I tell him about getting pushed into the closet, the knife, him wanting to get back together, the duct tape, him stabbing my side, him slicing my face, me kicking his ass—legit—the knife flying back at my face and cutting my cheek, and me escaping.

"I sweaI'm gonna kill him," Four says.

"Me too,"I say. "Me too..."

Did you enjoy that? II'm just gonna take that as a yes and be done with this. So I was gonna end the chapter when she went to bed after she arrived home but I thought that 730 words was not enough. And did you guys know that it will count a contraction as two words? I know right? Anyway, please follow, favorite, review, review, and review.

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