A/N- hey guys. Three updates in three days. This is so unheard of with me for this story.
I wrote this in the car to Long Island while listening to angry songs and making fun of the people who don't like the red Starbucks cups, so if this chapter seems kind of weird, that's why.
I'll try to update tomorrow. I know what I want to happen in that chapter, so hopefully the writers block won't be too bad.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, although you might be slightly mad at me because of this. There is abuse in most of this chapter, so if that triggers you at all, please don't read this.
Disclaimer- I own nothing
Tobias' Point of View:
I wake that morning to a loud banging on my apartment door. I glance at my clock. It's only 8 am. Why would someone show up at my house at 8 am on a Sunday? Who even is awake this early on a weekend if the don't have work?
I climb out of bed and tiredly walk to the door. As soon as I open it, I don't have time to do anything before Marcus has me slammed against the wall with his hands wrapped around my neck. I instantly feel myself wake up completely.
"You thought you could get away, didn't you?" He growls. "I'm going to kill you!" He screams, slamming my body into the wall again.
I gasp for air, desperately trying to breathe and escape his grasp. I kick him in the shin as hard as I can, causing him to stumble back and loose his grip on me.
Marcus yells several profanities at me as he regains his balance. "You should not have done that. I am going to make this such hell you could only wish you were dead."
I rush into the kitchen and grab a steak knife from a drawer, pointing it at Marcus, hoping for some defense. Marcus is bigger and stronger than I am. Even though I know how to fight, I know I am going to lose this fight, but I will not go down as easily as he hopes I will.
"You don't own me." I try to say confidently, although my voice is shaking. "I don't care what you think of me. It's not going to change anything."
"Well, Tobias, won't it change everything when you're dead? You've always been such a screw up. Zayn and I should have never adopted you!" Marcus screams angrily.
It shocks me, hearing Marcus mention Zayn. He hasn't mentioned Zayn in a long time. "Why didn't you just bring me back then? I'm sure things would be much better for both of us."
"Shut the hell up, Tobias!" Marcus punches the wall, leaving a hole in it. "You're going to regret ever being born."
Marcus steps closer to me and I throw my knife at him. He moves out of the way in time for it to miss his heart, but it slices his arm and lodges itself in the wall behind him. Blood instantly begins leaking through his shirt.
He pulls his belt off and wraps the end of it around his hand. I know what is coming next. This is not going to end well.
Marcus knocks me over so he can get access to my back. He slaps the belt down on my back, clearly not caring about ruining my t shirt. I cry out in pain. "You're so worthless, Tobias!" He says as he constantly whips me with his belt, stepping on my hands to make it so I can't move. "It's so wrong of you to be straight! Why couldn't you just have been like everyone else? It would be so much better for everyone if you were dead."
I cry out again as Marcus brings the belt down on my wounded back even more times.
After what seems like way too long, Marcus stops beating me with the belt. He wipes my blood off of the belt and ties my wrists together with it. Shit. This is going to get even worse. I struggle to get up but with the amount of pain I'm in and my wrists tied together, I helplessly tremble on the floor in fear.
Marcus pulls the knife I threw at him earlier out of the the wall and walks back over to me with an evil grin on his face. "Look at you. You're so pathetic. This is just getting to easy for me."
He slowly digs the blade into the side of my face and drags it so I have a cut gushing blood from about my ear to my chin. The blood drips onto the floor underneath me, sickening me to watch. I squeeze my yes shut, hoping this will be over soon or for me to finally die. Marcus was right. I like rathe die than keep suffering through this.
Marcus moves down to my arm and begins placing deep cuts onto my arms. There is now a huge question in my mind if I am going to die from the blood loss.
I don't want to die though. I want to live happily with my friends and Tris and not have to be in fear of Marcus anymore.
"I hate you!" I scream in agony. "You're a monster! I hope you rot in hell!"
Marcus slaps me across the face. "Shut up! I am going to let you die. It's what you deserve. It'll make the world so much better. Heteros like you should all end in the same way you will."
My mind flashes to Tris. What if he finds her? What if he tortures her like he tortured me? I can't let the happen.
I continue to struggle against Marcus, making him tighten his grip on my arm as he cuts me. The amount of blood that I'm losing is worrying.
After the longest and most painful few hours of my entire life, Marcus finally throws my torn apart body onto the floor and throws the knife at the wall again in anger.
"I'm leaving you to die now. It's going to be painful and you're going to suffer so much, just like you deserve." He spits at me. "I hate you so much, Tobias."
I feel too weak to even respond to him. Marcus kicks me in the ribs one last time before walking away.
I hear the door slam shut. I breathe a sigh of relief and try to move to get to my phone. I flinch in pain at every small movement. I thought I might've finally gotten away from this. Apparently I was wrong. I'll never be able to escape from that monster.
I drag myself across the floor, into my room, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I unplug my phone from its charger and I hit call on Tris' contact, praying that she's awake or will wake up from her phone ringing.
The phone rings about five times before Tris picks up.
"Hello?" She says, sounding like she is still partly asleep. I feel slightly bad for waking her, but I really need her.
"Tris." I groan in pain, hardly being able to say anything else. "Help."
"What? Are you okay? What happened?" She exclaims, seeming much more awake now.
"Come over. Please. Hurry." I beg.
I hear Tris moving. "I'm coming. Just hold on. I'll be there in a few minutes."
The phone hangs up and I am very thankful that I gave Tris my address a few days ago.
I try to move a little as I wait for Tris to arrive, but the pain is so excruciating, I can't do anything. This has been the worst Marcus has ever done to me, and he has put me through hell and back many times.
By the time Tris arrive at my apartment, my vision is extremely fuzzy from the pain and blood loss and I am struggling to remain conscious. I faintly hear her call my name.
The last thing I see before I black out again is Tris running towards me and yelling my name.
A/N- please don't kill me.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It kinda sucked, as usual, but I think we all just know by now that we shouldn't bother expecting me to actually write a decent chapter for once.
There'll be a lot of Fourtris in the next chapter.
Bye guys. Thanks for reading.
