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Chapter 21 Tris Pv

There are very few things I can't handle. For instance, I believe I handled being raped from the time I was 11 until now pretty well, I also handled being abused, beaten with a belt, unprovoked attacks and any other kind of domestic violence there is for 7 years and I'm still sane… more or less.

But this, this I can't handle. Being away from Tobias for the night is like asking me to go a night without air. Marcus and Andrew know exactly to hit me. To make my life miserable in every way possible, in even just the little things. So as I lay here, tossing and turning in the dark. Clutching Tobias' pillow to my chest, the sheets wrapped tightly around my body. Needing Tobias close to me again, craving his arms around me so badly I feel like I'm going to die if I don't have him near me again. Stupid Andrew. Stupid Marcus. At the time, when they'd demanded Tobias go with them to some banquet for work while I was nervous about it, it was just one night right? I've never been more wrong. Going to bed without him there was just so wrong. My body itself missed him, I felt like there was something missing and there was. I rolled over for the millionth time tonight and turned my head to look at my alarm clock. It's two am, they must be back by now but if they found me walking round or sneaking into Tobias' room at this time of night I would get into a ton of trouble so going out and looking for him isn't really an option right now.

I groan into my pillow, exasperated, I just want to sleep. Why can't my body just get over the lack of warmth for one night? When I hear the door creak open a burst of hope and excitement fills me up, I lift my head and through the tangled hair that's fallen into my face I see a figure stick its head in through the light coming from the hallway. I beam as they enter, assuming the obvious but soon I realize it's not Tobias.

"One noise, and he gets it." Caleb's voice pulls through the dark.

"What?" I ask quietly, fear evident in my shaky voice.

"You make one noise, and I'll take it out on Tobias. Understood?"

I nod, he then makes his way over to the bed and forces himself onto me. I feel disgusting and dirty as he reaches down to cup my face in his hand seemingly tenderly but something about it feels threatening as he angles my chin up to look at him. Threatening me with his green eyes that have haunted me for so long.

"Oh Beatrice," he sighs, still examining my face closely, I can feel his hot breath on my face, the warmth of his body radiating onto me. Usually it would be comforting but in this instance it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"You've always been screwed up, you know that don't you? Always just had to ruin everything. First you ruined mom and dad's marriage, then when mom found out she had cancer well you made her lose the will to live, I mean knowing she had raised such a failure had to have something to do with the sudden bad turn she took, I mean from stage 2 to 4 in just over one week, something must have triggered it, that kind of thing doesn't just happen does it? Then you grow up to become this stupid attention seeking brat and spoiled too, mustn't forget spoiled can we? Not to mention self-pitying, and troubled."

At this point tears are freely flowing down my face, trying to let his words get to me. But it must be true, it must be. By now he's undressed both of us and is groping me freely which causes a silent sob to wrack my body. This is too much for me, I can't handle this. I lay there completely helpless, unable to do anything. Too afraid to cause any more damage, because that's all I've ever done, cause pain and destruction and ruin everything, isn't it? And I will NOT allow myself to do that to Tobias.

"And dad just spent so much time trying to make you better, spending every breathing moment trying to fix you, make you selfless, to make you better. He didn't even give me a second glance. Forgot he had a son. Shipped me off to some boarding school, then I'd get in trouble and would move across the globe and stay there til I'd get expelled and moved to another foreign country. All the while dad and Mr. Eaton became basically millionaires. And let's not forget you Beatrice, oh no, you not only had to tear everybody's lives apart but now you had to destroy your own, I mean with the drinking and the drugs and the whole prostitute phase, you whore. That's all you are Beatrice Prior, a whore, and that's all you'll ever be." He makes one final and painful move with his hips causing even more pain than the previous ones had caused before crawling off of me and dressing before making his way towards the door. Leaving me, bloody, bruised and horrified, shaking and still silent sobbing feeling so vulnerable so afraid so worthless in a disgusting mess, curled up hanging onto my sanity by a thread as he walks away as if it was nothing, as if he hadn't just tortured, raped and emotionally murdered his sister and was now walking, leaving her like a piece of trash on the street, half dead without a care in the world. Just as he opens the door and is about to walk out he stops, turns, looks at me and In a deadly low voice says

"Not a word about this, unless you want Tobias to suffer because of it." And with that he leaves.

AN ok so its funny because I got like 15 reviews saying that something like this should happen...I've been planning this from the beginning so i'm glad you all think it's fitting. Lol so I'm on spring break now and hopefully that means i'll be able to updte soon anyways pleaseeee remember to leave me a nice review to wake up to (I was up til 12 working on this and i'm exhausted so you guys are very lucky to b getting an update)