A/N: Ohmigosh, I am SO sorry! My computer got taken away from me and I couldn't post because all my writing is on it. I'll let you read now because otherwise I might get mauled or something *shudders*

I'll make it up to you, I promise. Only question is: how?

Maybe you'll get two chapters for waiting so patiently!

~ 4ever

Four's POV

Tris has been gone a long time. It's almost time for our next class. Everyone at out table has tried to call her, but the phone just keeps ringing. I try one last time, and this time we get an answer. I hear a guy's low, rough voice saying, "Yes, Bea, it's the same one." I wonder what that means. The jealous feeling is back.

Everyone's crowding around the phone. I hear a cry of pain that obviously belongs to Tris. My fists clench. Who's hurting her? Then: "Oh, come on, Bea, have some fun!" Silence. Then a blood-curdling scream. Everyone in the cafeteria is looking at us.

Christina waves at them cheerfully, "Nothing's wrong, guys, we're just watching a horror video!" They all nod, accepting the lie, and go back to whatever they were doing. She turns back to us and her fake smile slides off her face.

We hear a gurgle, as if someone picked her up by the throat, and then a loud crack. What was that? My phone suddenly emits a crunching sound, like someone stomped on it.

We all look around at one another. "What was that?" Marlene asks, her voice laced with concern and fear. No one knows, but we all assume that Tris is in trouble.

"We need to go look for her," Zeke says, "We may not have known her long, but she's already one of us. She's obviously in danger; did you hear that scream?" I think, you may have known Tris longer than you think, but she's in trouble, so I keep my mouth shut. And if I tell, she'll tell everyone about Marcus.

Without talking, we all get up and split, everyone searching a different way. I go down towards the locker rooms. I look around a corner and see this hulking dude come out of a closet. He nods at the 3 people who were standing in front of the door. "She's out," he says. Who? "I had my fun with her." They all laugh and smirk. After they strut away, I run to the closet.

I'm shocked at the scene in front of me. Tris is laying on the floor, unconscious, with nothing on except her lacy bra and panties, her clothes torn and thrown around the room haphazardly.

"Oh, Tris," I breathe. How could anyone do this to her, or any girl? I scoop her into my arms, arranging her ripped clothes over her nearly naked body. I check her pulse. It's still there, but super weak. She's pale, almost pure white. I rub her arms and legs in an attempt to get the blood circulating again.

I carry her out, shutting the door behind me. I shift Tris into one arm – she's so tiny, this is possible – and call the gang.

(group call)

Four: I found her...

Lynn (worry obvious in her voice): Where was she?

Shauna: Is she okay?

Al: Is she okay?

Christina: THIS IS ALL MY FAULT (bursts into tears)

Zeke and Uriah: Where are you going? Is Bea with you?

Four: Everyone, THIS IS SERIOUS SO SHUT YOUR KEYBOARDS! She's barely breathing and her pulse is super weak. I'm taking her to the infirmary now. Meet me there.

(end call)

I put my phone away and shift her so her weight is even. I doubt she weighs 100 pounds. I lift the clothes from her tiny frame, not just because I'm a horny teenage boy, but because I noticed something white on her stomach when I found her.

Sure enough, there, stretching from between her breasts down to her belly button, is a long white scar. It looks old, but beside it is a newer one, most likely inflicted today. There are more white lines on her arms and wrists. Several more cuts were added, probably from when whatever happened in the closet. She has a black eye, and her hair is matted to her head. I touch her head softly, and she moans. I take my hand away and gasp. My hand is now covered in a warm, crimson liquid– Tris's blood. I almost lose my lunch.

I rearrange the clothes over her, but not without looking. Come on, I'm 17. She has a tiny waist, small hips, and – I blush – a great ass. Ok, Tobias, time to stop looking now.

The gang meets me outside the infirmary. "Ohmygod." Christina blurts. The girls look like they're going to cry – even Lynn. Well, okay, Lynn just looks like she wants to punch the wall. The guys all look pissed, really, really pissed.

I go to lift up the shirt that's covering her. "Whoa, Four, what do you think you're doing?" Al asks nervously. "I'm almost positive she doesn't want us looking at her when she's barely dressed." I shake my head.

"Look at this," I say, lifting the shirt to just under her boobs. Everyone gasps as I reveal the scars on Tris's stomach. "There are more on her thighs, but in this position I can't really show them to you." Now the guys all look like they want to murder someone. Wait, I'm one to talk. I want to kill that guy who came out of the closet. He did this to my Tris.

Whoa, Tobias, your Tris?!

"No time to think about this, she's barely breathing and her pulse is really weak!" I say, and barge into the infirmary. The nurse, Hana Pedrad, Uriah and Zeke's mom, covers her mouth. She's like the mother I never had.

"Oh my gosh, Four, what happened to the poor girl?"

"We don't know," Uriah butts in. "Four, found her like that." Hana bustles around, getting a bed ready for Tris.

"Here, Four, put her up here." Hana says. I place Tris on the bed like she could break at any moment. I'm surprised she hasn't yet. She's been cut and who knows what else. "I need you to go to your next class, everyone, but I'll tell you over the intercom if she wakes up." We all grumble, but walk outside.

"How can we just go to class?" Shauna asks, "And what the hell happened to Bea?"

I shrug, "I don't know. I turned the corner and saw this guy with a bunch of piercings come out of a closet. He told 3 other people who were outside the door that 'she was out' and that he'd 'had his fun with her'." Now it's not just the guys who looked like they wanted to murder someone. I can tell that Lynn and Christina are furious, and Shauna and Marlene are almost there.

"We need to go to class or we'll be late." Zeke says, barely containing his rage. "And who was that guy?"

"I don't know that either." I say. I start walking towards my next class. I wave at the others. "Come on guys, Hana will let us know if she wakes up."

We all go our separate ways.

I can't stop thinking about the tiny blonde girl who has captured my heart.