Hey guys, I hope you like this chapter. I kind of wanted Four to be a little more sympathetic and like caring but that's just me. Tell me what you think :))

It shouldn't surprise me that he's my fear but still my heart beat is so loud that I wonder if Jackson can hear it. When he smiles, his teeth are no longer squared off but now are as sharp as fangs.

He stalks closer to me very slowly, like a predator. His eyes rack up and down my body he grins.

I look down to see that I'm no longer in my black, tight Dauntless clothes. Instead, I'm in my old Abnegation clothes. Loose and warm.

"Hmm," Jackson says as he moves closer to me. "You're awfully covered up. Maybe we should take off some of those clothes of yours. What do you say, Belle?"

Before I can say no or run, Jackson strides over to me and his arms are tightly around me. He pushes me against a wall. One of his arms holds me in place as the other moves across my body.

I can feel wetness on my cheeks and I barely manage out a, "No."

He looks at me, eyes full of rage. "What did you say?"

"No," I say again. My voice is small, terror coursing through my veins.

Jackson slaps me across the face and says, "You'll obey me. Just like you always do, you filthy little b-" His hand is about to smack me again when my training kicks in. Everything moves slowly as the adrenaline of a fight begins to course through my veins.

I duck and kick him in the knees. Jackson staggers back after pulling his hand out of the wall, more rage in his eyes. I wipe my tears away as I scream, "Get away from me!"

For a moment nothing happens. Then out of the darkness, more Jackson's appear. Their eyes are black as night and a sadistic smile comes across their faces. They stalk towards me slowly, menacingly.

"This can't be happening," I whisper to myself. Then something in my head clicks.

This really can't be happening. There's only one Jackson and he lives in Abnegation. I'm in Dauntless. I must be dreaming!

I wish I had something to hit him. All I want to do is hurt him now that the fear is gone and I know nothing bad can actually happen to me.

Suddenly, in my hand, I feel something cold like metal. I look down to see a crowbar in my hand. My terror is replaced by adrenaline.

I smile. "No. I won't obey you. I should've done this a long time ago," I say as I bring the crowbar up behind my head. I launch myself towards the first Jackson I see and hit him with full force and immediately, a spark of white light goes through the room and I open my eyes gasping for air.

It takes me a second to realize where I am. First I see a white roof and white walls. I look a little further down to see Four. His eyes lock with mine and the first thing that goes through my head is that Four saw what just happened.

My eyes burn and everything becomes blurry. I can't cry in front of Four. I look away and bite my lip, trying to stop the tears. They overflow and trickle down my checks. I can hear Four walking around the room and suddenly, he crouches in front of me. He offers me a tissue. I take it and instead of using it, I crumple it up in my hands.

Four looks at me. "You know, most people blow their noses in tissues."

I let out a little laugh, which becomes muffled by a sob. I stop myself and bring my legs up to my chest and pull my head down.

Silent sobs rack my body. Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. "It's over, Belle."

I bring my head up to look at Four. His eyes are full of pity. "You saw," I croak.

Four nods slowly. "May I ask you something?"

I nod wiping away tears. "Sure," I croak out, again.

"Was that Jackson Nichols?"

My head snaps up at Four. I narrow my eyes. Images float through my mind of Jackson. I begin shaking. I manage a slight nod.

Four bends down to my level and looks at me. "Belle, it's okay. It's over. He's not here."

Sadness creeps over me. "I guess I fail, huh? I can't even keep it together and it's over."

Four straightens and narrows his eyes. "You think you failed?" He asks bemused.

I look up at him, tears still flowing. "Do you see me? I lost it! I'm still loosing it!"

Four shakes his head. "How long do you think you were in there?"

"An eternity? I don't know." I say sarcastically.

Four shakes his head and a small smile comes on his face.

I look at him incredulously. "You think this is funny? You're just as sadistic as Eric! I should've known!" Anger courses through me and the tears stop.

Four snaps his head up at me. "I'm nothing like Eric," he says, surprisingly calm. "I'm smiling because you did better than average. Sim's are ranked by the time it takes you to wake up out of your fear. It took Peter 25 minutes. You took 4 minutes to wake up."

My eyes widen. "I was only in there for that long?"

Four's lips curve up at the corners. "Yeah. It may seem like forever, but that's how it is for everyone."

I sit back. The tears stopped coming but my vision is still a little blurry.

"How do you know Jackson, Four?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"I heard he was trouble. I just didn't know he.." Four trails off. His eyes look at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

I nod. "Me too."

Four pulls up a chair across from me. "Four?" I say, my voice small.

"Hm?" he asks.

"Can you... Can you promise to keep that a secret..? I.. No one.. knows. Besides Tris. My parents don't know. No one knows besides you two.. and..." tears begin to threaten me again. "One of my brothers.."

Four's head snaps up. He looks at me. "What?"

My lip quivers. I sigh raggedly. "One of my brothers, Andrew, was Jackson's best friend. He threatened me if I told anyone."

More tears trickle down my cheeks. To my surprise, Four wipes away one of the tears. "Will you promise me something?" he asks. He sounds sad but at the same time determined.

I look up at him.

"If you ever get the chance, beat the daylights out of them. Hell, I'll even help you."

A small smile comes across my face as I nod.

Four turns around to input something in the computer and I hear him mutter, "Maybe you can get the justice I never did."