A/N: First of, thank you to ItsHardIKnow for helping editing this chapter. Secondly, I got a new tattoo. It is under my collar bone - three little birds. If you want to take a look you can check out my Instagram windchristina or my Twitter christiwind. Pretty proud of it. And yeah, it is partially because of Tris :) but also for other more personal reasons.

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Chapter 6

Tris

I must have yelled for good twenty minutes before I managed to calm down. Tobias had just informed me that his father expects us to have sex. What the actual fuck? I know we are married. The simple fact that I'm not living with my own family is a constant reminder of that. And how dare he force me to have sex? Not just that, he's left Tobias no choice. If I hadn't got to know Tobias better, I would have just thought my husband wanted to get intimate with me, and was blaming his insane father for doing it. But I happen to know Tobias. He is just as powerless as I am.

"We could fake it," he suggests. I look at him with wide eyes, dropping the laundry I had just picked out for the next load back into the hamper.

"Do you know how? Because I sure as hell don't," I snap at him. "I have never spent a day alone with a boy in my entire life before all of this shit-show started. I certainly have no idea what sex should be like. How dare he? I wish he would just rot in hell already!" I shout.

"Stop shouting! Do you want someone to pass the house, and hear you?" he asks me angrily, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pursed, and his gaze penetrating.

"Fine," I agree with an eye roll. "Let's say we fake it. What happens when I don't get pregnant? I wouldn't put it past him to drag me to the clinic and force me to get a full physical." Tobias remains silent for a moment before he agrees with my hypothesis.

"I am not going to force you, Beatrice," he tells me firmly. I know he would never hurt me. Unlike his abusive and sick father, Tobias is kind, caring, and loyal. He would never lay a finger on me. I have no idea how something as pure as Tobias came from something as rotten like Marcus.

"If we don't comply, Marcus will take it out on you," I tell him, and feel tears form in my eyes again. Every time I think of Tobias getting hurt because of me, my heart aches. I know I didn't like him much for not standing up to his father, but that was before I knew who Marcus Eaton really was. Since then, we got closer, even became friends. I can't let him get punished just so that I can keep my virginity. Compared to the pain he will go through if we don't consummate our marriage and the one I will surely feel, I'd rather I feel that pain than allow Tobias to get beaten half to death by his sadistic father.

"It doesn't matter. I've told you, I won't let him harm you," he tells me, his eyes shining with determination. I wrap my arms around him. We have only hugged twice so far. It is still very strange for me to be so close to him. But I feel safe when I am with Tobias. Through this whole ordeal, he was my beacon of light, a small hope that my life won't be too ruined.

"Why does Marcus want us to have a child? I mean, we just got married. You still have your choosing ahead of you, and mine won't come until two years after. What's his rush?" I ask confused. My head is still laying on his chest, right over his heart. I can hear it pounding, and strangely enough, it is soothing.

"I think he fears you will do something stupid," Tobias says, rubbing his one hand up and down my back. Several weeks back, I would have never dreamt of being so close to a boy, especially not sharing his bed. Yet here I am.

I look up at him, without letting go, and he smiles softly. To my surprise, he bends forward, and kisses my forehead. We both remain rooted to the spot. I close my eyes, and enjoy his lips on my skin, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder how those lips would feel against my own. I blush at that thought, but still don't move. "I think he knows you are a flight risk," he continues. "With me, he is certain I will choose Abnegation, but you," Tobias stops abruptly, as if trying to find the right words, but looks me straight in the eyes.

"What about me?"

"You have a fire inside of you that frightens him. No one has ever put up a fight against Marcus, and while he has you trapped in this marriage, and this house, he knows that he has no power over your decision in two years from now. A child, on the other hand, would shackle you to this faction, and this family."

I stare at Tobias, my eyes wide with shock. How could I have not seen this? Of course, he is right. Marcus saw how much I fought against this marriage, how unwilling I was to obey my own father, how disrespectful I can be. He was used to a behavior like Tobias's, obedient and submissive. He must have figured out that the only reason I am not going berserk is Tobias. I want to spare him more pain and suffering. But a child… I can't do this. Not only am I not ready for a responsibility like that, I am too young after all. I am not even in love with my husband. I care for Tobias, sure, there is no doubt about that. If I didn't, I would have just let Marcus beat him instead of me.

Who am I kidding? I would never allow Marcus to harm Tobias if I could avoid it. A child is not safe in this house, though. As long as we are close to Marcus, none of us will be safe. I need to look for options. My choosing is still too far away to even think of stalling until then. Damn!

I rest my head against Tobias's chest. He holds me a little tighter than before, and I close my eyes. Why did this have to happen? Every time I think my life couldn't get any worse, Marcus has a new surprise for me in store.

We resume our chores, and by the time Marcus gets home the house is clean and dinner is served. I wait for Marcus to get up, signaling that he is going to his room to rest, when I decide to speak up. This might be my only chance, and I have to take it. I can only hope it won't backfire.

"Marcus, may I talk to you for a moment?" I ask, as he goes to stand up. He resumes his sitting position, and signals Tobias to leave us alone. Reluctantly, Tobias stands up, shooting me a look that is almost pleading, and leaves to take the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"What is it, Beatrice?" he asks a little annoyed. Maybe this was a bad idea. But it's too late to back out now.

"Tobias told me about your conversation," I start explaining. Marcus doesn't move a muscle, but his eyes narrow when I mention the conversation father and son shared the night before. "I was thinking about your request, and I have to politely ask you to reconsider," I say, and now I know I am in trouble. Anger flashes across Marcus's face and I shrink back in my chair.

"You will do as I say. You are married now. In a few months Tobias will be a member of Abnegation, and he will start his training to become a leader. It is only natural that his wife makes a home, and takes care of the children," Marcus tells me sternly.

"I understand, Marcus, but," I try to argue.

"But nothing, Beatrice," he yells. I nod my head, but don't give up. He goes to stand up again, and when he reaches the stairs, I speak up again.

"What will the faction say?" I ask. This is my last ace. I hope he takes the bait.

"What do you mean?" he turns to glare at me, my skin crawling under his intense gaze.

"I know that my outburst must have caused quite the scandal," I admit, and watch him carefully. He is listening, which means he's considering what the faction has to say about our family problems. "If I become pregnant too soon, people might start gossiping. Like, maybe Tobias only married me out of obligation. It would show how honorable he is, and how well he was raised, but it will also mean that he married me just to avoid a bigger scandal. Which people might think was futile, since I will show too soon after being wed. Or, and this is worse, what if people think that while you tried to preserve my virtue, despite our early wedding, Tobias might have taken advantage of me?" I ask. The words taste like bile in my mouth and make me gag. I don't believe for a second that Tobias would ever take advantage of me, but it is the best argument I could come up with.

"And what do you suggest?" Marcus spits, as he steps closer to where I'm standing. I swallow past the lump in my throat, and try to answer his question.

"I think it would be better for us to get pregnant after Tobias's initiation. That way Tobias would be a respectable member, and no one will even remember how we got married." I wait for Marcus to respond, but when he doesn't I get worried. He turns around, and starts walking up the stairs. Halfway up, he stops and addresses me.

"Agreed. Tobias will get you pregnant after his initiation. Until then, you will have to learn how to please him so that it will be easier when the time comes for him to impregnate you," he states, as if it's the most natural thing a father-in-law could say to his still underage daughter-in-law. Perverted scumbag!

Marcus disgusts me. I wish for him to die a horrible death. To him, making a baby is a business, a necessity to further his career, his reputation. Who cares if Tobias and I are ready? Who cares if we even want kids? As long as we do as Marcus says, we are relatively safe from his wrath.

"That was dangerous, Beatrice," Tobias mutters, coming out of the kitchen. I nod my head, but I don't regret it. At least, I won us some time.

As we finish up downstairs, we head to our bedroom, and try to be very silent. Marcus is already asleep, and we don't want to wake him up. Tobias goes into the bathroom to change, while I change in the bedroom.

Marcus forbade both of us to keep attending school, since nothing they would teach us there would help us in any way. He will homeschool us or at least that's what he tells the faction.

The moment we turn off the light in our small bedroom, I sigh deeply. My life is getting worse with each passing day. It seems God has forsaken me, and left me to die.

"Are you okay?" Tobias asks quietly, and I can hear the concern in his voice.

"No," I state simply. For the first time since we were forced into this situation, I crawl closer to my husband, snuggling into his side. He stiffens for a moment, but then wraps his arms around me. "But I will be," I whisper, and then darkness envelopes me.

A/N: Phew! At least Tris could stall things. But will Marcus keep his word? Will he wait until after Tobias's initiation? And what will happen when the time comes to choose? Is there no one out there to help FourTris?

Also, if you checked out the tattoo, I'd love to hear what you think about it.