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Prologue

The Very Beginning

7-Year-Old Beatrice's POV

I cowered behind the couch as I watched my mother, Evelyn Eaton; get beat by Marcus, my father, for not cleaning the house in time for him to get home. I could hear the belt as it whipped against my mother's back, making her scream into her hand, trying to cover up the pain. I silently cried into my hands as I watched the woman that raised me, get beat. I'm scared for her safety and scared of what might happen to me when I get older. I quietly stood up from behind the couch and speed walked to my room; not wanting to run because it would just anger Marcus even more and cause my mother even more pain than she was already in.

Two Hours Later

I lay curled in my gray covered bed, crying that I had to witness my mother get beat my cruel so-called father. It took only a few minutes until I heard the soft rasping of my mother's knock as she entered my plain, gray room. I felt the dip of the bed as my mother sat down next to my curled form; her soft fingers tilted my head to face her pain-filled eyes as she stroked my cheek in a calming manner.

"Beatrice, darling, look at me." Her soft voice whispered to me as I gently opened my bloodshot eyes to stare at my mother's dark, almost black eyes that mirrored my own. She has curly black hair that framed her strong, angular features; my mother and I share a hooked nose, strong jaw, and a spare upper lip that made her seem so regal. Sadly the image was destroyed by the pain evident in her every move, as well as the large bruise forming on her neck, "I got you a gift, Beatrice, but you have to keep it hidden from your father." She whispered to me, her eyes sparkling with uncertainty as she pulled out a box with a lock and key that she hid under her skirt.

I looked at my mother as I gently unlocked and opened the box to pull out a small, blue sculpture made of perfectly clear, flawless, glass that looked like falling water. "What does it do?" I asked as I carefully held it in the palm of my small hands.

"It doesn't do anything obvious," She answered with a smile, a tight smile that said she was afraid of something. "But it might be able to do something here," She tapped her chest, right over the sternum, "Beautiful things sometimes do."

I nodded, not truly understanding, and cautiously put the sculpture back into the padded box it came in; once I locked the sculpture inside the box, my mother picked it up and hid the locked treasure under my bed. I looked my mother in the eyes and smiled at her, a real genuine smile, but what I didn't expect was for my mother to hug me, and she did. It was a short moment of physical contact between us, but it was longer than we have ever hugged before, and we both relished in feeling each other so close. "I love you, mother." I whispered into her ear as she whispered, "I love you, Beatrice."

We quickly pulled away as we heard Marcus' voice echo throughout the house, "Evelyn, Beatrice! Come down here and cook some food already! The Prior family will be here in about half an hour and they're expecting dinner!" He ordered, his gruff voice causing shivers to go down my spine as my mother and I quickly went down to the kitchen to cook the typical meal of frozen chicken and peas. My mother and I worked as a quick, well-oiled machine due to us having cooked together since I could walk; it was our way of bonding.

It didn't take long to cook the food, but by the time we finished, we heard alight rasp against the front door that indicated our guests' arrival. Marcus motioned for me to answer the door as he began to help my mother set the table, helping for once that entire night. I quickly went to the door, whipping my hands on a clean rag as I slowly opened the door to see the Prior family, Andrew Prior, a close "friend" of Marcus', his wife Natalie Prior and their children Tobias and Caleb Prior who were just two years younger than I am, making them five-years-old. We nodded in greeting as I led the family of four to our dining room where Marcus and my mother just finished setting the table for the seven of us.

"Andrew, my friend, how are you? And Natalie you look amazing!" Marcus exclaimed as he greeted the family, "Tobias, Caleb, it's good to see you boys again."

"Marcus, I'm doing great my friend. It's nice to see you, Evelyn, and Beatrice again, thank you for having us." Andrew answered, motioning for his boys to say something.

Natalie cut in before the boys could even open their mouths, "Thank you for the compliment Marcus, you and your family are looking stunning as always, thank you all for having us."

Marcus discreetly nudged me in the side, indicating for me to say something, "It's nice to see all of you again; Mrs. Prior, you're looking better than ever." I nodded my head in a shy act that I have mastered after the many years of use.

"Beatrice, dear, please just call me Natalie. I've told you this many times, you are family, you can call us Andrew and Natalie, darling." Natalie cooed at my shy act.

I mumbled, "Okay Mrs. Natalie," as if accepting it, not wanting to disrespect anyone. "Would you like to take a seat?" I asked, finally looking up at the family.

Everyone nodded in agreement, as we all sat down at the dining table, passing around the food. We waited until everyone had food on our plates before we began eating; Tobias, Caleb and I stayed quiet throughout half the dinner, out of respect for our rules, but I truly wanted to get back to my room so I looked up at my mother after having cleared my plate and waited till she noticed me. "Yes, Beatrice?" She asked, already knowing what I desire at the moment.

"May I be excused, mother? I'd like to study for school before it gets too late." I asked timidly, coming up with an excuse that I know won't make Marcus mad. I watched as my mother shared a look with Marcus, clearly asking him before she turned back to me and nodded, "Thank you, mother." I said as I slowly stood up taking my dishes to the sink before slinking up to my room, glad to be alone for once in the long day.

After a few silent minutes of me sitting at my desk, looking over one of my school books, I could hear the soft footsteps of someone slowly coming upstairs and stopping in front of my room. I could always guess whom it was by the way the person knocked, but this knock was unfamiliar so I just had to guess it was one of the Priors. "Come in!" I called out, slowly closing the history book as the door cautiously opened to reveal none other than Caleb Prior.

"Hello, Beatrice." He greeted in the normal Abnegation way, slightly nodding as he entered the room, taking a seat on my bed. "What are you studying for?" He asked curiously, causing me to look in shock for a quick second because no one in Abnegation is supposed to be curious about anything.

"Hello Caleb, I'm just studying for the history test I'll be having in a few days," I replied softly, pointing at the textbook that lay closed on my desk. "Do you need anything or do they need me downstairs before everyone leaves?" I asked in a shy manner.

"Oh, nothing really, Mom was just wondering if you were okay and asked if I could check on you." The five-year-old explained, "She said something about you was a little off, she would have come to check on you herself, but since this is a business meeting between our parents she's not able to." Once he finished I heard another person knock on my door, again an unfamiliar knock so it must be one of the Priors.

"Come in!" I called out before quickly turning towards Caleb to answer, "I'm alright, really, just a little stressed over the history test. I've been working myself to the bone to make sure I know everything for the test; I really want to do well in at least one test of this year." I explained as Tobias walked over, sitting on my bed next to Caleb. "And what brings you up here, Tobias?" I asked, now turning towards the stormy-eyed five-year-old.

Caleb and Tobias Prior were the same age and same height, though I suspected that Tobias would grow taller than his brother, who was older by a few months. Caleb has dark brown hair that matched their father's, as well as a hooked nose and emerald green eyes. He had dimpled cheeks, but his features don't suit him at this age. As for Tobias, he has short brown hair cut in the normal Abnegation style. He has dark blue eyes with a lighter blue patch in his left iris and eyelashes that are long enough to touch the skin under his eyebrows. Tobias has a slight tan and the corners of his mouth are naturally turned down in a constant frown that will probably frighten others in years to come. Marcus doesn't like when I interact with other kids, but he can't keep Tobias and Caleb away from me without making things seem extremely fishy, so the Prior brothers could be considered my only friends.

"We're five, Beatrice, we don't want to listen to our parents go on and on about the politics of our city," Tobias exclaimed with a slight smirk.

I just nodded in agreement, as I turned back towards the history book that lay on my desk, "We'll leave you to your studying, Beatrice, come, Tobias." Caleb informed, already noticing that I would like to study, but don't want to seem rude.

I simply nodded in thanks as I watched Caleb drag his brother out of my bedroom and back down the stairs, but sadly, not even ten minutes after the boys left my room, I could hear my mother calling me to come downstairs again. I grimaced as I neatly put my book back on the shelf, and rushed downstairs, already knowing it was time to say goodbye to the Prior family. "Goodbye Mr. Andrew, Mrs. Natalie! Goodbye Tobias, Caleb!" I nodded towards the family of four as my mother let them out the door, smiling.

8-Year-Old Beatrice's POV

My mother… she's dead and everyone is saying it happened due to miscarrying in her supposed pregnancy, but my mother wasn't pregnant… I think. I feel like everyone's lying, my mother didn't look pregnant and I have seen pregnant women before; I want to believe that she's alive, but she is dead, the one person that ever loved me is dead and Marcus is taking it out on me. It has been about a few months since my mother died and Marcus, my so-called father, had begun beating me only two days after her death. I had to be perfect just to stay away from his anger, I cut my ties with the Prior brothers, I kept my grades as good as possible, and did everything that man told me to do, but it never was enough because I'm not and never will be the perfect daughter that this horrible man desires.

"This is for your own good." The man, who called himself my father, growled at me, his breath full of alcohol, as he shoved me down onto my knees and pulled my shirt off. I already knew what was happening before it happened so I relaxed my body and readied myself for the whip of this man's belt, but as always, it hurt like hell when the first slash came down onto my bare back. I bit my tongue as not to scream in pain, knowing it'll just make everything worse for me if I do so much as make a sound while this terrible man whips my back until it bled from the various new and old, reopened wounds that began to litter my back. Marcus always made sure to steer clear of hitting anywhere near my face because he doesn't want to get caught for abuse, so he takes out all his anger on my wounded back.

I always knew that the day my mother would die that this monster of a human would begin to beat me just as harsh as he beat my mother, but I never expected it to happen so soon. From the outside, we seem like a grieving father and daughter, but no one ever knows what happens behind closed doors and Marcus will always keep it that way. I have no friends, the Prior boys gave up trying to speak with me after I pushed them away during the first three months of grieving, but I wish they would still try, even though I know Marcus would be furious if he knew I had a single friend, a single person close to me. I'm alone in this battle against my own father, and I'm losing, I'm losing to my own self-doubt, to the degrading words this man spits at me every day that he comes home. I'm losing to the cruel world that decided to make this sad, sorry excuse of a man my father, losing to the factions that try to suffocate who I am.

A/N:

I hope you guys enjoyed this Fanfic! It's really fun to write, but just so you guys know there will be a lot of OOC moments of Tris and Tobias since they've completely swapped lives. I really hope you guys enjoyed, thanks for reading!