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Chapter 11
I Trust You

Romeo's POV

"Well, I was fifteen, so two years ago, and I was jumping this very train cart right here. I fell short and the end of the cart clipped my side, tearing it open so wide that it broke through almost all my muscle layers. Thankfully Mona was sick that day so she didn't come with me. If she had she would've gotten seriously injured, or she would have died. Anyways, I had to get back to the factionless compound but I was bleeding so much that I began to space. I collapsed four times and by the last I was at the doorstep of my home. In factionless we don't have things like medicine or stitches so I spent a whole five months in bed with a nasty infection and slowly healing wound. Thankfully it closed and I was able to move around again but those were the worse few months of my life. I was sick, and constantly throwing up. My mom would cry every time I got worse so when I pulled through after five months, it was like she would die of happiness. My mom is a good mom, you should meet her sometime." I finish explaining, jumping topics as I always do and making her hesitantly nod in agreement.

"I want to get to know you, I mean you know I have a mom and dad, and little sister. How about you? Do you have both mom and dad?" She nods, so I continue. "Sisters?" She raises a single finger. "Younger or older?" I question, moving my hand down when I say younger and moving it up when I say older. She moves her hand up. "How old?" Her fingers show two on one hand and then she raises eight fingers all together. "28?" A nod.

"Okay, how about brothers?" She shows me two fingers and then raises her hand up twice. "Ages?" She shows me 28 and then 23 with her hands. "Wow, so you're the baby of the family?" I got a giggle, I laughed too.

"How about that scar?" I ask, remembering when I entered the train yesterday and I saw it. "I know you don't talk, so why don't you write it down. Write your whole story and I'll read it. You don't have to, but I want to get to know you, Ace. The only way possible would be if you wrote it down. Can you do that for me?" She looks to her legs for a moment, I can sense the pain she feels, but then her head rises and falls, meaning she agrees.

"The Story of Ace. See I already gave you a title." She snickers and looks up at me, tears brimming her eyes. "This isn't a happy story, is it?" She shakes her head and fervently tries to wipe at the single tear that tumbles down her cheek.

"You don't have to worry about crying in front of me." I say, slowing her quick hand and moving it away. This is the first time I've touched her. She is cold to the touch but her skin is soft unlike mine, which is dusty and callused. "Crying doesn't make you weak. I don't know what they teach you in Dauntless, but to me crying is brave. It proves that you can unravel yourself and become a raw human. If getting to the Raw Ace within you means crying, then I will wipe each tear away until you get there." She gives a weak smile and moves her hand away, allowing me to wipe her cheeks with my thumb.

"I want to take you somewhere, it's a pond. A miles walk from the end of the northern tracks." She shakes her head in the nugatory fashion. "Why not?" I question. She points out the train to the left, giving a nod, but when she points to the right she shakes her head.

"You're not allowed?" I ask, she nods with a sad look to the tracks below. "We don't have to get caught." I say, obviously making her perk up. She seemed like the rebellious type… something about that makes me love her.

I watch her for another moment before her hand beckoned me to jump with her at a patch of grass. I raised an eyebrow and then nodded, rising to my feet and offering her a hand, which she hesitantly accepted. I jumped with her and barrel rolled, laughing at the grace she held when she landed on both feet with ease.

"So where are you taking me Ace?" I ask, following her through the grass. She turned with a smirk, walking backward as she shrugged lightly, causing her long hair to slip from over her shoulder. There was a bird tattoo on her collarbone that I'd somehow missed.

"A crow?" I question, pointing to my own collarbone as an example. She shakes her head and looks around for a moment before grabbing a strand of her dark hair and pointing at it.

"Black…." I say, not getting very far with her hints. She shakes her head again and stops, picking up a stick and kicking some dirt around. She carves the word 'Raven' into the ground and I give a smile.

"It looks good on you." I say, giving her a smile, which she returned. "Now where are we going?" I ask again and she rolled her eyes, grabbing my wrist and dragging me forward again. I laughed at her persistence and happily followed her.

We walked for a while longer and then stopped at the large stonewall blocking us off from the rest of the world.

"We can't climb it I say." She lifts a finger, telling me to wait, before going to a cracked part of the wall and pulling out a box of markers. Suddenly I wasn't so confused anymore.

"You draw on the wall?" I ask. She nods and heads towards a different part of the wall. She had many different drawings ranging from abstract to simple cartoons.

It was intricate and all came together to produce this mass image reaching as high as she could and meeting the ground where she drew tiny flowers and trees. "This is beautiful." I said, stepping closer and running my fingers over a few random drawings. The closer I looked, the darker the images got. There was a burning house, three head stones, and what looked like a bunch of wires connected to a machine reading the words DIVERGENT. Those wires connected the drawings and it suddenly made my stomach curl.

"What's this?" I whispered, noticing three men dressed in dark clothes, huddled around what looked like a girl. Tears started to fill her eyes again and soon she kneeled to the floor, shaking with tears as she picked up one of her many black markers and started to write.

I was two when a man killed my mother. She and I were factionless, living in an alleyway. I don't remember the man, I only remember the blood.

An abnegation couple saw it all happen, they protected me, begging the angry man to leave. I was taken home and raised for three years by an ageing couple with no kids. At least that's what I thought.

They broke the rules bringing me into there home. That's when their son, who moved to Erudite, tried to burn the house down when I was four. I made it out alive but they burned to death.

I was taken to Erudite, to live with their son since he was the eldest child. Caleb didn't want a kid and refused to take me in. My adoptive mom learned later on that he was the reason for the fire.

I was brought to Dauntless next where Tris and Tobias Eaton took me in. I became their youngest daughter. They had 16 year old twins and a 10 year old son at the time. Damien, Phoenix, and Ezra are my siblings.

A year after living with the Eatons I was at school when I was taken out of class by my Uncle Caleb. I was confused but he told me he was nice. We went to an old abandoned house. The same house that I was in during the fire.

She stops for a moment and begins to sob harder. I was afraid to hug her, not knowing how this was going to end with her. She took some strong inhales and then breathed out before writing on the wall again.

He tested me, electrocuted me, trying hard to discover if I was Divergent.

She raises her right hand and tucks her hair behind her ear and then exposing her scalp. There was a black mark near her hairline.

I was Dauntless. His tests proved it. Then he let four guys have their way with me. They beat me, cut me,

The next word was written in slow, wobbly letters.

Raped me.

She looks at the words blankly and chews her bottom lip, wiping at her eye.

My mom and dad rescued me. They did so much for me. I was in a coma, severely malnourished, and slowly dying, but they never gave up on me. My mom stayed at the hospital with me for months. I started to get better and now I'm here. Turns out that what happened to me when I was 6 is preventing me from having kids ever. This is partly why I don't speak.

"What's the other part?" I ask.

I was running on the tracks one night, and three factionless men found me. They tried to do things to me so I hurt them, or tried to at least.

"Did they do anything bad to you?"

Almost… they scared me.

"I want to hug you." I whisper, noticing as more tears race down her cheeks. She gives a gentle nod and I envelope her close, whispering gentle words of comfort into her ear. "Thank you, for sharing this with me." I say, noticing her arm wiggle free and write three words under it all. These letters weren't wobbly like the others. They were neatly written down.

I trust you.

Leave it to Mara to pull at you heart strings.

How is everyone? I've been all over the place lately, and I'm scrambling to study for my last two exams before my summer break begins. First is math on Tuesday and then English on Wednesday. English is easy peasy. Math is a pain in my ass.

Oh well, I've just got to give it my all.

I'm getting into DJing now. Like making Mashups and what nots. It's entertaining and it helps me relax during my study breaks. Any good programs that people can recommend? How about songs that sound good together?

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-Valentina