A/N: I want to thank everyone who is following, liking, and reviewing this story. It means so much to me that you are with me on this journey. All your thoughts and suggestions are appreciated.

Two address two questions of two guests: one guest asked if I will do a "two years later"-thing, while the other one wanted to know if they get out of Marcus's house.

No, it won't be just a mention of "two years later". I will explore those years, but not to a boring, neverending extend.

Yes, they will get out of Marcus's house, but they will have to figure out how to do it, without becoming factionless. All this will be reveealed in the next few chapters.

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Chapter 9

Tris

The morning after Tobias made love to me for the first time, Marcus told us during breakfast that he would take me to the clinic to get a physical. Tobias wanted to come with me, but Marcus gave him a stern look, and ordered him to stay home and clean the house.

Marcus seemed to have already talked to the doctor who would examine me. I was mortified when I saw that it was a male doctor and pleaded with my father-in-law to ask for a female. He refused. He said I should shut up, and let the doctor examine me. Thankfully, the doctor was highly professional, and understood my reluctance to be seen by a man. He ushered me inside, and when Marcus insisted to be in there with me, under the pretext to calm my nerves of course, the doctor gave him a firm look, and told him that he wouldn't examine any patient in the presence of a family member. I was never more grateful to anyone than I was to that doctor.

He helped me up on the exam table, and told me how to position myself so that he could take a look. He could immediately tell that my hymen was broken just recently, and he gave me a balm that would help me with the soreness I still felt. Tobias was nothing but gentle, but we both knew there would be some pain. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. After the initial pain I felt when he broke through my barrier, it started to feel good, albeit a little weird. None of us had any experience, and it all made things awkward. I didn't lie to him when I told him I was glad it was him. He kept saying that I deserved better, a man that wasn't as damaged as he was, but in my eyes he is not damaged. If anything, despite what he lived through thus far with his abusive father, all these experiences made a wonderful human being out of him. There is no single ounce of malice inside of him. If anyone isn't deserving then that's me. I am rebellious, and disobedient, and just cause a whole load of unnecessary trouble. How many times did Tobias take beatings for me? How many more will he? I don't want to think about it. Maybe it would be best if I'd stopped fighting.

No.

Marcus will never stop abusing us. And his insane idea that I will give birth to a child that will grow up near him is repellent. I could never expose my child to this sort of violence. If only Tobias and I could find a way out of this mess that woulddefinitely be the greatest achievement.

When the examination was over, the doctor looked at me sympathetically. I gave him a curious look and he smiled.

"I know your father-in-law expects you to get pregnant," he stated. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded. "Am I right to assume you don't want to?" he asked. I couldn't understand what he hoped to learn from my answer, but realizing this man might be friends with Marcus I told him the same thing I told my father-in-law, that Tobias and I wanted to wait until he was a member before starting a family. The doctor smiled, and handed me three-months-worth of contraceptive pills.

We exited the examination room, and Marcus eyed me suspiciously when he saw the packages in my hands. The doctor quickly told him what they were, although Marcus probably already knew, and praised him for encouraging us youngsters to be good members of our community before having a baby that would distract us. For some reason, Marcus responded positively to the praise. I often saw that whenever someone praised Marcus for something, he lit up. I thought Abnegation rejected vanity. Marcus must have skipped that lesson, along with the ones on how to raise a child and being an actual human being. I thanked the doctor and waited for Marcus to give me instructions. He ordered me to go straight home and told me he wouldn't be home until dinner time. I nodded and left. I couldn't get away fast enough.

The days after the unpleasant visit to the clinic were relatively calm. But I have come to learn that living in Marcus Eaton's house, calm is just waiting for a terrible storm.

Tobias and I made love two more times after that night. Each time things went smoother than before, and we actually enjoyed ourselves. Tobias treats me like I am a princess; like I am something so precious he is almost afraid to touch. With each gesture, each smile, each word he says to me I feel my heart beat faster. I know I am falling in love with him, which makes everything even worse. I had planned to leave Abnegation once I turn eighteen, but I won't be able to leave him. I know I wouldn't. And if Marcus truly succeeds with his plan to have Tobias getting me pregnant, I won't be able to leave my child behind either. I would never abandon my baby. I pray every day for a miracle, but so far, my prayers weren't answered.

It is almost dinner time, and we expect Marcus to return from work any minute. Tobias is setting the table, and I am taking the plate out of the oven. My husband returns, and I have noticed that whenever Marcus isn't home, Tobias smiles a lot more.

"What made you so happy?" I ask him with a chuckle.

"You," he answers, and I feel my cheeks warm up. I smile in return, and Tobias kisses me.

What started out as shy, innocent little pecks the first time we got intimate, turned into deep, feverish kisses, filled with passion and desire. I never thought I would ever feel this way, but Tobias opened a door to a part of me that I didn't know was there.

He pulls me flush against his body, and I melt against him. We break apart when we hear the front door open. Damn you, Marcus!

Tobias reluctantly lets go of me, and goes to greet his father. A moment later he returns, and tells me Marcus is in a bad mood. We better not aggravate him in any way. To not waste any time, Tobias takes out the food, while I get the bread, and water bottle. I am just about to exit the kitchen when I hear dishes being shattered on the floor, and Marcus yelling like a mad man.

I put what I was holding away, and hurry outside to see what had happened. The scene before me is already familiar. Marcus snaps, and Tobias crouches away, but something is different about him. Before he would literally crouch down, in anticipation of his father's violent outburst, but now he stands tall, while looking to the floor. I see his fists clench, but he keeps quiet. I don't understand what happened.

Marcus starts yelling that we are both good for nothing, that we can't do anything right. He expected another dish for dinner. I try to calm him down, trying to avoid a beating for Tobias, but Marcus's rage scares me.

"Who told you to waste my food?" Marcus yells at me.

"I didn't waste it. We didn't have all the ingredients for the dish we usually serve, and we didn't want to bother you with something so insignificant at your workplace," I say, my voice calm, although inside I am shaking; shaking with fear and anger.

"You should have gone to the market and buy them, you useless little whore," he yells at me. I see Tobias shift closer to me from the corner of my eye, and hope Marcus didn't see him. I am not that lucky. He spins around and faces his son. "What? Didn't you think I wouldn't hear you fornicating right down the hall?" he asks. I can't see his face since his back is turned to me, but by Tobias's face I can tell that Marcus must be grinning. Tobias told me he thought his father lusted after me. I couldn't see why. I was nothing special. Not that I wanted a man like Marcus to have any kind of feeling for me, good or bad.

"Didn't you ask us to do that in the first place?" I ask before I can stop myself. The moment the words are out of my mouth, I feel a blow to my jaw, and stumble to the ground.

"Don't touch her!" I hear Tobias yell at his father. I don't have time to react in any way, because I hear more hit the ground. A moment later, I am dragged by my shirt upstairs by a furious Marcus, and for the first time I am genuinely scared that he might actually beat me up. But he just throws me into the room, and locks me inside.

I hear his footsteps leaving the door, and climbing down the stairs. From then on I hear Tobias's pained screams, Marcus's violent threats to kill us both if we ever disobeyed him again, dishes crashing, furniture hitting the ground, groans, moans, grunts, and then silence. I have no idea how much time has passed since he locked me in, but I am afraid he might have killed his son. The thought of losing Tobias makes my heart hurt so badly, it almost feels it will physically break. My face is tear-stained, my breath ragged, my fists clenched, trying to hold onto something.

Footsteps return, and a moment later the door is unlocked, and pushed open. I look at Marcus as he stands in the door, his eyes glaring at me, while his hands are bloodied. That's Tobias's blood. Seeing evidence of the abuse on this monster makes me react, and I jump up. I run toward him, and punch him in the face.

"You bastard! You are a monster!" I yell, while I try to punch him again. Marcus turns his rage toward me, and punches his fist into my jaw, the same spot he hit before, splitting the lip, and causing a bleeding. I fall to the ground, and hit my head on the desk chair. I remain down dizzy from the blow, exhausted by the crying, fearful because of the devil living in this house.

"You will obey me, you whore. And so will that ungrateful son of a bitch. If not, he will be beaten up worse, and you will stop being his wife, and become my whore. Understood?" he asks. I am too shocked by his words to think, let alone move my head in acknowledgement. "I asked you a question, slut!" he yells. I startle at the volume of his voice and instinctively nod my head, hoping he will leave soon, so that I can go check on Tobias. "You will clean up downstairs before I get home. If I find anything out of place, Tobias will have to suffer the consequences." I keep my gaze fixed on the floor, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes, but still hear him enter the room. He drags me up by my arm, pulls me out of the room, and forces me to walk in front of him.

The moment I am halfway down the stairs, I see the damage.

The room is trashed, and in the middle of it lays the motionless body of my husband. There is blood everywhere. My heart stops when the thought of losing Tobias returns to the forefront of my mind. I run toward him to see if he is still breathing. I sigh in relief when I realize he does, but it's so faint I am afraid he might still not make it. I hear Marcus move toward the front door, and then slam it once he is outside.

"I wish you would die, Marcus Eaton!"

It takes me nearly half an hour to drag Tobias up the stairs. He is completely knocked out, and I have no idea what to do. He has most likely a few broken ribs. I want to call a doctor, but if Marcus finds out, he will kill us. I need to clean his wounds, and assess the damage first.

I lay him down on our bed, and use a scissor to cut off his shirt. It is ruined anyway. I throw it to the floor, and gasp in horror when I see his back. There is so much raw flesh on it that I don't think it will ever heal. I shake my head. I need to focus. He is the most important thing to me right now.

I need clean towels, disinfectant, ointment, and boiled water to make sure he doesn't get an infection. I need to be careful when I apply the bandages though. Damn! I wish I had some sort of medical training.

I hurry downstairs, and start a fire to boil water. I start cleaning up the shards, and pick up larger pieces of now damaged dishes. I throw them away, and go to sweep the floor. I will do it a second time, after I've checked on Tobias.

On my way up, I am carrying the bowl with hot water, and once I am in my bedroom, I place it on the desk. I move the chair closer to the bed, and leave to get towels from the bathroom, the First Aid kit, as well as the special ointment Tobias showed me he uses to apply on his back.

I go back downstairs to clean the blood stains, and while doing so I can't help the tears streaming down my face. This is his blood. My Tobias's blood.

I could lose him.

I can't lose him.

In that moment I realize that I already love him.

I can't lose him.

I won't lose him.

I will die protecting him if I have to. I need to find a way for the both of us to escape. We can't stay in this house. We can't even live in the same faction as Marcus Eaton. My parents won't help. They made it clear to me that I was no longer welcome there. Tobias is the only family I have got. I need to protect him. I will protect him.

A/N: Thanks to my beta ItsHardIKnow. She told me this gave her chills.

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