A/N: Ok, here you go. You're welcome...

CHAPTER TWELVE:

I call my mother. She picks up on the fifth ring. "Hello?" She asks, "Beatrice?" I groan inwardly. Only my family calls me Beatrice. I hate the name, so of course they call me that. I say Beatrice died when Tobias left. "Bea, what's wrong?" My mother. Oh yeah, I'm still on the phone with her.

I find my voice again, "Mum, Faction High is running out of money! They're going to close it!" I cry. She gasps.

"But...how can it? It's been there for several generations! Your father and I went there, my parents went there, and their parents went there!" I nod before I realize she can't see me.

I find an empty room and quickly duck inside. "I have an idea," I say; "but I'll need lots of help." I outline my plan. Little did I know that four pairs of ears were pressed up against the door, listening to every word I said.

I finish talking and end the call. I walk out the classroom door and see the four people I never wanted to see again. Eric and his minions: Molly, Drew, and Peter.

A/N: Am I going to be cruel and leave you there? Nah. I don't feel like being murdered in the night by one of you guys. Here you go:

Love, 4ever

"Hello, Bea, or should I say, Tris," Eric says mockingly. I feel myself turn pale. "Now Tris, if you don't want your friends getting hurt, I suggest you let us have our fun with you." I can't breathe. I thought I was safe from the minions and cruel, sadistic Eric. Not so much.

** Flashback:

At my old high school, everyone knew who I was, but they didn't mind, because my school was for semi-famous and famous kids. There were lots of people wanting to be friends, but they were always busy, as was I, so they were more like acquaintances. I don't think we ever exchanged more than 20 words per day.

I met Eric through a biology project. He was 16 and I was 14. He helped me with my homework and eventually we became closer than friends.

He started complimenting me and bringing me flowers and small gifts, necklaces and chocolates. Then one day he brought me a ring. He said it was a promise ring.

I said no, because I didn't want to get tied down before I was even out of high school, and he got angry.

He picked me up like a ragdoll and pulled out a knife. I screamed, so he cut my clothes off, leaving long, thin scars across my thighs and stomach.

He said he always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. I'd said no, so he told me he'd have to take it forcibly. He undressed and pulled his friend out. Or so he called it. I'd told him once that any friend of his was a friend of mine. So not true.

I think I blacked out then, thankfully, but when I woke up, I was naked and there was a soreness 'down there'. I'd been violated. By my – former – best friend.

He was asleep next to me. When he woke up, he said that I hadn't been as good as he'd hoped. He said maybe as we did it more it would be better. I asked him why he thought I'd do it again.

He pulled out his knife and cleaned under his fingernails with the sharp tip. He said if I didn't, he'd either kill me straight away and make it look like a suicide, or show everyone at school the cuts he'd made on me and say I self-harmed.

Either way was bad, so I went along with it. For a few months. Then we moved, without telling anyone anything. My family asked where I'd gotten the scars, but I never answered, which made them all look at me with pity and sadness, assuming they were self-inflicted. I never told them otherwise.

I thought I'd finally be safe. I guess not.

End Flashback **

The minions shove me in a closet with Eric and closes the door. I bet they're waiting just outside, making sure no one comes in. The closet is fairly big, so Eric circles around me like I'm his prey. I guess I am. I never dared try the martial arts moves that I'd learned on Eric. He'd make me pay.

"Well, well, well." Eric says, still walking around me. "Didn't you know I'd find you somehow?" Then he repeats the fateful words he repeated to me every time he caught me alone. "I get what I want. And I want you." I shiver. This brings back horrible memories, things I never told anyone.

My phone rings. Eric glances at it and presses 'Deny'. It keeps ringing. I think the entire gang has tried now. It rings one last time and I manage to slide it under my skirt and press 'Allow'.

He pulls out a knife. I look closer. Jeez, it's the same one from all those years ago. Eric notices me examining it, "Yes, Bea, it's the same one." He's almost purring. He lowers it to my waist and slowly pulls up. I cry out as he just barely grazes my skin, just deep enough to make another light red line. It's like he spent years practicing that move. I wonder if he has. I wonder how many other girls he's done this to.

"Oh, come on, Bea. Have some fun!" Eric says. I can tell he's pleased with himself. I mean, who wouldn't be? Ooh, taking advantage of a 16-year-old girl. What fun.

He slides my skirt off so I'm just in my bra and panties. I scream as loud as I can. Eric picks me up by my throat and slams my head into the wall. I hear a crack as the two things connect.

Then everything goes black.

A/N: Ooh, will she be alright? Who will come to her rescue? I love leaving you guys hanging, XD

~ 4ever