A/N: So, another chapter. Hope you like it.

Beatrice POV

I can still hear the taunts and my cries and screams for him to stop. If anyone every heard me, they either didn't care or he was making them keep quiet.

"It's for your own good! I'm trying to help you! To be better!"

"Father please!"

It's not the first time he's done this and I know it won't be the last. Every night I cry myself to sleep. Well ever since I was six-years old. When my mother died. My father says that if I tell anyone what happens at home he'd kill me. What I'm thankful for is that it's not ra...sexual abuse. I'm hardly ever at school because he leaves marks on my face and he doesn't want anybody asking questions. I'm also not aloud to go anywhere with him or be downstairs when he has company, not that I'd really want to anyway, because he says I'll embarrasses him somehow.

I wake up the next morning stiff and sore. I really don't want to go to school today, but I know the consequences of I don't. Extra punishment. Yay. Everything that happened last night does a reply in my mind. And I shudder. I go to my closet and pull out my plain Abnegation clothing that covers all of my skin except my hands and face. I walk down stairs and see my father at the dinning room table.

"You don't have enough time for breakfast. Go to school and don't be late." Wouldn't dream of it I think to myself, but instead I just say goodbye and walk out the door. I see the community bus, but I just walk by. I never get on the bus. I haven't since I was five-years old. I always walk to school. I know what will happen on the bus anyway, I'll have to stand the whole time and I don't think I'll be able to do that. I'm not trying to be selfish. I just don't think I'll be able to stand so stiff the whole time, besides walking better suits me. When I get to school I see the familiar faces that I've see almost everyday. This is one of the few places factions intertwine, but we hardly ever interact with one another. It's funny really, we're in the same building but never really talk. I never talk to anyone anyway. I'm not supposed to. Someone runs into me, I wince and get knocked over. The all to familiar pain going throughout my body. The person extends there hand to me. When I look up I see the familiar gray clothing of Abnegation and a boy, most likely a year or two ahead of me. I don't take the hand, that would be selfish. Instead I turn around on the floor and pick up the books that were knocked out of my arms and I stand up.

"Sorry." The boy tells me.

"I'm fine." I tell him although I'm really not. The fall affected me a lot more than I show. After that I walk to class while the boy just stands there. I look behind and he's gone.

After school I walk home again. No use taking the bus. On my walk to and from school I have to pass the Factionless sector. Not the most pleasant place of course, but there's usually a nice Factionless man amd woman around here. I bring them food everyday and I can tell them about what happens at home because I know they won't tell. I mean who would listen to he Factionless anyway? Me. I listen. When I look around I don't see them so I continue walking until I hear Benjamin trying to get my attention. That's when I look behind me and see them behind an old garbage truck. It's very convenient really. It's parked right in front of the door of an old apartment building that they sleep in.

"Hello Beatrice." Clarissa says to me.

"Hello Clarissa, Benjamin." I say quietly and nod my head in recognition. We always greet this way. It's just easier.

"How are you? You seem...tense." Benjamin says to me.

"It was bad last night." That's all I say. That's all I have to say. "I'm sorry that our time together must be short today, but I need to get home." Before I go I hand them some apple slices, canned food, and bread. Which I snuck out of the cabinets last night. We bid our farewells and I go home. When I get there I see a not on the table.

Beatrice-

I'm leaving for Amity. I'll be back by the end of the week. I don't want to hear about any misbehavior when I come home.

- Marcus.

I've noticed he never signs his letters father. He just never has and probably never will. I'm not even sure he thinks of himself as my father, just someone that had the misfortune of me being their responsibility. I go up to my room and get the trunk from under my bed. My mother gave this to me. We aren't supposed to have possessions other than the ones provided by our faction and our parents. It's considered selfish if you do. I put the trunk on my bed and open it, revealing some broken glass and some old tattered books. The last thing I pull out is a blue, glass sculpture that looks like melting ice that was frozen in time from the winter. It's the last thing my mother ever gave to me. Sometimes I like to think that she's in a better place. Better than where she was. I always hope that she found someone else that she could love and that would love her, when she died. I don't actually know if you meet anyone when you die, but I hope she did.

A/N: I know it's another short chapter. But I didn't know what else to write and I thought that was a good ending. I need some ideas on if I should continue with the time it's at or if I should do a time jump after Tobias's choosing ceremony. Like after his ceremony should I just do a time jump and go to a few days before Beatrice's choosing ceremony?