A/N Sorry Tris is a little out of character for this chapter but her childhood was different so she's going to act a bit different. I'm also sorry this has taken a while I am starting a new fic. Don't worry I'm not stopping writing this. But if you want, to read that it will be a fanfic of a series called From Blood and Ash. There are currently no other fanfics for this on this site. It will be called Through a Prince's Eyes and it will be rated M.

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSIVE THOUGHTS, SELF-HARM, AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS ARE FEATURED IN THIS CHAPTER.

Tobias' POV

At dinner I sit next to Zeke and Lauren, Shauna is working the late shift. But it's comforting knowing Tris is in good hands.

"How'd Tris' fight go?" Lauren asks. I smile.

"Well, she's pretty banged up, but she did take your advice and win her match. She's in the infirmary now."

"Glad I could help."

"I don't envy whoever took a knee to the soft spot," Zeke says as he covers his groin in what seems to be a memory of pain.

Suddenly the cafeteria doors open and I see 3 of my initiates, run up to me. They're Tris' friends and they seem worried.

"Four, uh sir," Will starts hesitantly, he seems suddenly unsure of himself. "The nurse wanted us to find you. She said Tris will need to stay overnight."

"What?" I mean that isn't too surprising with how bad of a beating she took, but why would Shauna send the others to find me.

Christina, who's been awfully quiet for once, looks pale, "Tris was being wheeled out on a gurney with a sheet covering everything but her face. She almost looked..." Now I could understand why they seemed so anxious. Heck, my own anxiety rose at her words. What was going on? What happened? She wasn't that badly beaten. Zeke and Lauren look equally confused and concerned.

"The nurse said she wanted to talk to you," Al piped up. That's all I needed to hear, I had to be careful not to sprint out of the cafeteria and make a scene.

"Thank you, get some dinner and try to enjoy your night." I say before quickly heading straight for the infirmary. Zeke and Lauren follow quickly. I want to tell them that they don't need to come but I know it's no use. Shauna is pacing in the waiting room when we enter.

"Is she okay?" I ask not bothering to specify who I'm talking about.

"She will be, we just finished a minor procedure to prevent an infection and make sure her body heals properly."

"Then what's wrong? What happened?" I'm confused, the way Christina had described it, I thought things were far more serious.

"Due to Patient Confidentiality I can't tell you any specifics about her condition, but Four she is one of the worst cases I've seen. She won't tell me who or what happened to her. I don't know what more I can do for her without knowing the extent of her injuries. I was hoping you could get her to open up and maybe give us some info." My heart wrenches a little of the thought of someone having hurt her when she was incapable of defending herself.

"She practically hates me, what makes you think she'll open up to me?"

"Well I don't think she'll want to open up to her friends about it and I honestly don't know who else to ask. Just try. The sedative should be wearing off soon."

"Okay, I'll try," I walk into the small private room. Her face is relaxed but bruised. She wears a hospital gown that seems much too large on her. There's a small gap between the ties in the front and while I don't focus on it I see bruising. Her legs are covered by a blanket. The sleeves go down to her elbow but I see her wrists. Violet, with thin white lines seeming to contrast on the inside of her wrist. Self-harm marks, why? She starts to stir and I pretend I've just walked in for some reason.

As soon as she sees me she seems to snap awake, and folds her arm, scooting to the far side of her bed, but this causes her to wince in pain. "Four, what are you doing here?" She seems terrified, what did I do?

"I was going to ask you the same question?"

"I had my fight with Peter remember?" She looks uncomfortable as she shifts in the bed. "What happened? What did they do?"

She seems to notice they patched more than her fight.

"I'm not sure, they won't tell. I was hoping you could." I know she won't be able to tell me what kind of procedure they did, but she probably already knows what they treated.

"They didn't tell you?"

"Something about patient confidentiality." She seems to visibly relax at this, relieved I don't know. "What happened Tris?" I ask sitting in the chair next to her silently signaling I wasn't going away soon. Her body sags.

"You don't understand." Her voice is quiet and cold. Something about her wording the way she says don't instead of wouldn't.

"Maybe I could, I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

"You can't help anymore! There's no point! It's over and it will never happen again," her eyes water, and while she started the sentence angry, by the end she is quieter, almost relieved. Her eyes close.

"Tris," I sigh knowing that I'm not going to find out any specifics of how. Instead I decide to see if I can find out who. She's Abnegation, she's her bravest when she's being selfless. "Won't you at least tell me who did this so they can face justice, that way no one else will be hurt the way you have." At that she...laughs? She is actually laughing.

"That's rich, coming from you," I look at her confused. "Don't try and pretend you don't know what I'm talking about Tobias." She spits out my name as if it was bitter. I know she knew who I was but I still reel a little at the venom in her voice. The look in her eyes a burning fury. She really hated me, but I still didn't understand why. "Tell me, why is your father still on the council, if what the Erudite say are true? Why didn't you report him?"

"I..." I'm quieter than I want to be.

"Then why did you leave?! It sure wasn't an act of bravery. No, you are a coward! And now here you are, telling me to do what you couldn't even do!" I have no words, she's right. At the door, I stop.

"You're worth more than that you know," I look toward her wrists gesturing with a nod. She seems to curl them tighter to herself, looking down tears glisten down her cheeks.

"You don't know that," she whispers. I shake my head it's no use arguing with her. I leave the room to find my friend's attempting to look like they weren't listening in. I glare at them.

"Sorry, I couldn't get more info Shauna."

"No it's fine Four, I didn't expect that to be her reaction. I'd still like to keep her overnight though. She'll need to reapply fresh salve and rewrap her bandages everyday for at least a week to heal. I'll give her the medications she'll need. But I hope you know I'm officially adopting the girl as my little sister."

"What?" The last sentence throws me for a loop.

"One, she stood up to you, the dauntless prodigy and didn't die. Two, I don't care where she's from or what happened to her, she is incredibly strong for going through it alone for so long. She won't face it alone anymore."

"Okay and why are you telling me?" She steps to where she is less than five inches away.

"Because if you hurt her, I swear I will sneak into your apartment in the dead of night and slit your throat without a second thought." My eyes widen at the deadly whisper. She walks into Tris' room and closes the door so we can't hear. I probably should have closed the door behind me now that I think about it.

"So... Tobias..." Zeke says.

"Don't." I don't want to hear the smart ass responses, or their pity, or comfort. I just don't.

"How'd she know your name?" asks Lauren. I go to walk out as they follow.

"Regrettably, I look like my father." I grit out. "With her father being a councilman she must've met him. Now if you don't mind I have an early morning field trip." I don't look back as I head for my room.

Tris' POV

Shauna seems nice, she offered to help me put the salve on my gashes and rewrap my back. Considering she already knows about my scars I accepted. She gave me vitamins to take every morning, apparently I'm vitamin D and Iron deficient. She did give me some small dose of an accelerated healing serum.

She tells me to rest before leaving the room.

I sit there in the cold silence, with nothing but the machines beeping at me. My back slightly stings, but I feel more relief than I have in years. I take a shuddering breath, as I hold back the tears. All these years, I've been so focused on surviving, I never stopped to think about the damage he's caused. The broken ribs, the cuts, the bruises, the gashes. I knew what he was doing and I knew that I was being injured but I had never thought of just the extent of everything. Eleven Years, eleven years I had been tortured. Everything just begins to crash around me after Shauna has explained every injury. My back is more scar tissue than skin. He couldn't always accurately strike my back so I have nicks and gashes on my arms going down to my elbows. For the first time I can admit to myself just how broken and damaged he has made me. I break. A dam of emotions is unleashed as I sob. I don't hold back anymore.

I am worth nothing. Even if I was conventionally beautiful, my scars would prevent anyone from wanting me in any sort of way. I look at the marks on my wrists, these aren't just marks of self hate though they are that too. I have yet to add any since that last day, even though I wanted to. I never had the privacy. I could add one now if I had some sort of sharp object but they are devoid in the sterile room. It would be my last, not to punish myself, not distract myself, but as a reminder to myself that it would be the last time he hurt me.

I shouldn't have yelled at Tobias. I can't blame him for what his father did, but I needed to vent. Once the walls started to tumble there was no stopping it. I wanted to blame someone, and the person I should've directed my anger at was factions away. So I took it out on the next closest thing, his son. And although I didn't lie, I couldn't judge him. Look at me I am doing the exact same thing he did. I ran, I'm not reporting him. No one would believe me even if I did, and it would jeopardize my father's position if I said anything. Now they would think it was my father who did this to me and I wouldn't want to bring ruin to him. Isn't that the reason I haven't spoken up for all these years? To protect my family?

I lift the sleeve of the gown to look at the marks on my arm when there's a knock on the door. Shauna is here with a bundle of clothes in her arms. She smiles and come sits next to me.

"You have a field trip in the morning. You're supposed to meet them at the tracks. I brought you some clothes so you don't have to run to the dorm. Plus I thought you might be more comfortable with these." She holds out the wrist bands to me.

"Thank you," I say as I take and put them on. The wounds on my wrist have already healed other than the bruises so there are no bandages over them. She goes to lift the same sleeve I had before she walked in.

"You know, your scars aren't a sign of weakness here. They are an example of your strength, they show just how much of a survivor you are. You've gone through more than I think any person here in Dauntless has, and you're still here. You shouldn't be ashamed to show them off a little, they're something to be proud of." She says before leaving. Her words confuse me. I was weak, I couldn't fight back, I came to dauntless to escape. None of those things show bravery or strength. You're still here, rings in my head. I think of what Tobias said about people having jumped into the chasm. How many had jumped to end their misery? I couldn't count the times I wished that Marcus had killed me, that it would all end, or had considered ending things myself. But I couldn't, it would be selfish. I don't know if that could be considered strength. I look at the clothes she grabbed me. Some black jeans and 3 different shirts, a long sleeve, a short sleeve, and a tank top. How considerate to bring me options for my comfort level. I think about what she said but decided to choose in the morning. Exhausted I drift into blissful sleep.