Healing Tobias Chapter 10, a divergent trilogy fanfic

A/N: Sorry about that last chapter. I know it was really short. I'm going to try to make this one lots longer but I don't know how long it will be :)

WARNING: GRAPHIC SCENES OF RAPE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT WRITTEN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I STRONGLY ADVISE AGAINST READING THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE LIKE THIS.
MAY BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERING. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.

Disclaimer: I do not own some of the characters in this story. I do however own some additional characters. All new character names will not be the same as any characters in the original trilogy as to avoid confusion. Nor do I own any of the previous plot lines. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

Zeke POV

I was just looking around the area we were sitting in, in case anything happened. Jess had been asleep for a while and I decided just to let her sleep. I was getting kind of worried that Christina still wasn't back with Tobias after about 30 minutes. Soon enough, the two came back. It was then that we all heard Jess whimpering and murmuring. I looked up at Tobias, panic-stricken.

Suddenly, we hear Jess screaming. "STOP STOP LET THEM GO STOP!"

The three of us started shaking Jess and screaming at her to wake up. That she was scaring us. About a minute later, Jess woke up, sweating.

"Tobias? Christina? Zeke? Oh thank God you're all here!" she says. Of course, all of us are bewildered. Jess stands up wobbly and hugs each of us in turn, starting with me and ending with Tobias.

Tobias POV

"Are you okay Jess?" I asks, holding her in my embrace. She nods against my chest, silently crying. I could feel her shoulders shaking and I was livid. Who could do something so horrible to a child and have it stick in her brain as a nightmare? I simply could not imagine.

I crouch down to the floor, pulling Jess with me. She sits on the floor, trying to control herself. When she looks up and sees that all of us are a mess, she giggles.

"How can you giggle at a time like this? You had us all scared shitless!" Christina says loudly. This only causes Jess to giggle even more.

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just having a nightmare." Jess says. Christina huffs then shakes her head.

"I swear, if Tris was here, she'd squeeze the living daylights out of you for being okay and then she'd kill you for making us all worry." Christina says. That's when I laugh and soon after Zeke joins in.

Now it's Jess' turn to huff. "Well sorry. It's not like I can help it."

"Well, what was your nightmare even about?" Zeke asks. I shoot him a glare, certain that Jess won't say anything.

To my surprise, she speaks up. "Basically, Andy was there and I was too. So were you guys actually. I was tied to a bed in a sitting position so that I could still maneuver my head around to see things. You three were bound by rope and gagged. Andy was going to rape me after making me watch the three of you get shot by him." By the end of her description, Jess was tearing up again. I wrap my arms around her more securely and she buries her face into my chest.

"Don't worry. We won't let him touch you." I tell her. "Right guys?" I say, looking up expectantly at Christina and Zeke.

"Of course!" They both say. Jess takes a shuddering breath before speaking.

"You guys don't understand. It's a scenario that's already happened. The only difference? Well, in your places were my parents. It happened when I was 13."

Jess POV

"Wait what? Thirteen?" Tobias was outraged. Everyone else was simply speechless. It was kind of ridiculous really.

I nod. "Yes. Thirteen.""

"But wait, I thought you were dropped off at the orphanage when you were four." Tobias says, frowning.

"Yeah, but my parents weren't dead. They left me at the orphanage in hopes that Andy wouldn't find me. He's like I dunno, maybe 4 years older than me? Probably lots more but it's hard to tell since our families have known each other for so long. It's actually really disgusting though because my parents worked for his parents. You see, our family wasn't that wealthy. Hell, we had no money until we met Andy Crat's family. They were wealthy, arrogant, sons of bitches and loved flaunting it. They all loved bossing people around. No on dared to cross them. The Crat men, all of them, were the biggest fucking assholes. They basically had sex with every female working for them, my mother included. Well, they raped her you know? Gang-banged. I suffered the same fate. They may all be old, but they're strong as fuck." I tell them.

"I really don't want you to tell me Jess." Christina says.

I shake my head. "I need to get this out of my system. I've had it hidden for so long that it's actually going to start affecting me mentally." They are understanding and nod, signalling that I could continue if I wanted. And I did. I take a deep breath and tell them everything I could remember.

"It was five days after my thirteenth birthday. October 4th. I remember that really carefully. That day, I remember getting permission from the orphanage to spend one day away. Not even one hour into my excursion, Andy had found me. He grabbed me by the throat. "Come with me baby girl. I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I've got a great present for you if you'll come with me." He was always creepy you know? By the way, that's why I hate the word baby so much. He always calls me that. When I started to shake my head, Andy gripped my neck harder. "Don't you want your present baby girl? I guarantee you'll love it." And of course, I knew I wouldn't but I had no choice other than to follow him. So I did, fearing for my life.

"He took me to the Crat mansion. I remember thinking of when the male Crats gang-banged my mother. I remember wondering if that was what was going to happen to me. Andy shoved me inside the mansion. I remember he clasped something like a leash onto my neck. Pulling by the leash, Andy lead me to a room at the very top of the mansion. "Come now baby girl. Look at what's waiting for you." He roughly shoved me into the room and locked the door behind him. The room was completely dark and once the doors were closed, there was absolutely no light.

"I remember hands on me. Touching me everywhere. Someone was pulling at my leash and tugging at my clothes. Soon enough I was gagged and buttass naked. Then, there were more hands on me. I tried to squirm away, but I would end up getting whipped, or slapped, or choked. I still tried getting away, though I could not find the door. When the people got tired of my squirming, I heard murmuring. "Well, time for the show then, if she won't co-operate." I was scared. I didn't know what show they were talking about. I remember thinking will they make me walk around naked outside? Will they kill me? But when two spotlights illuminated two people in the room, I felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

"Bound there on the floor were my parents. Both have been beaten badly and gagged. They were basically blind due to the swelling near their eyes. "Come now baby girl. Co-operate or you'll watch these two die." I remember Andy saying that to me. I started sobbing then. Someone must have gotten tired of me not answering because shots were fired from somewhere in the room. That night, my parents died before my own eyes.

"I started thrashing but found my hands had been cuffed. The more I strained against them, the more pain that I felt. The spotlights were turned off then, the darkness surrounding us once more. Hands were touching me again, this time more bold and rough. They probed at me everywhere, cramming their fingers where they shouldn't be. Someone threw me on the floor. I remember landing with a thud. "I get a go at her first father." Andy's voice rung loudly. I realized then that the people in the room must be the Crat men. A scruffy voice replied, "Of course son. You know where the toys are." That must have been Andy's dad. I felt someone straddle me. I knew it must have been Andy. He lifted my back a little and undid the cuffs only to set me down and cuff my wrists to something else. He got up to get something and returned with more cuffs. These were slightly bigger as they were apparently meant for my ankles. Andy spread my legs as far as they would go and cuffed them to something. Then, a spotlight was shone on us. It really was a show to them.

"Since I wasn't blindfolded, I could see what Andy was doing in the light. I saw him take off his clothes and cast them to the side. He gripped my thighs and rubbed his hands everywhere. He started to slide his hands upwards, towards my," I trailed off but gestured to the lower part of my body, "but he never touched them. Andy got up and walked away to get something else. When he returned, he was pushing a trolley full of all this shit. Toys. If you can even call them that. He picked up what I now know as nipple clamps and calmly walked over. The whole time no one made a sound. Andy straddled me again, leaning down to clasp the clamps as tight as it would go without hurting me too much. Of course, they still hurt, just not as bad as I know some of them would love to make it. These clamps were different. There was a second part to it. It was some sort of weird rod which Andy shoved up my ass. It looked to me to be about 4 inches wide at the based and 3 inches wide at the tip. My estimate is that the rod was 5 inches long.

"Andy knew I was still a virgin and he probably wanted to be the one to steal my virginity. I hate him so much for it. He was ready to take it then. Andy went to get lube and slathered it all over his dick. He didn't even bother putting on a condom. I remember 13-year-old me thinking that is one huge piece of shit and it is not going to fit in any hole in my body. It was like, I don't know, it looked about 3 inches wide and maybe 8-9 inches long.

"I wanted to kill them. All of them would just keep touching me and shoving their dicks in me. They kept me for the whole day, occasionally giving me some water. It was completely torture. That night, they threw me out on the streets with my clothes. I was bruised and I couldn't go back to the orphanage as a dying child so I went to a cosmetic store where I knew some people who would help me. I asked them for concealer and everything that I would need to cover my bruises until they were gone. They helped me, of course, and I sneaked into the orphanage and cried.

"I promised myself that I would never cry after that night and I became a bitch for the rest of my life. No one ever noticed that I had been gang-banged and if they did, they didn't care enough to ask. It was literally ridiculous. And to make matters worse, Andy and the rest of the Crats never left me alone. Andy was even crazy enough to demand that I marry him. Like. What?"

When I finished ranting, everyone was quiet. To be honest, I wasn't expecting Tobias, Christina and Zeke to be so silent. I don't know what I expected but. Whatever.

A/N: Well, that was really hard to write. Not because this was something I encountered because I never encountered this. But, it was really horrible to think of something like this to happen and I want you to know, that if this has happened to you, it is not your fault. Okay? Got it.

Oh and sorry for the late update it was a really long chapter. xoxo Jess