I don't think I'm going to upload anymore chapters until Jan 1, with Christmas and New year coming up I just wanna focus on my family and stuff. Thanks for review y'all ;)

*Tris POV*

I wake up in my bed with a pounding headache, what happened last night. I roll over and notice Tobias isn't there. I get up and walk into the kitchen for breakfast, training starts at 1:00 today. I open the bedroom door and I see Tobais sitting on the couch, he looks angry.

"What's wrong" He cuts me off before I can finish

"What the fuck happened last night Tris" All of a sudden I remember what happened last night. Christina and I were at the Navy Peir but ended up getting bored so we went for drinks. I guess we had too many and...

"Oh"

"I can't believe you, you are so irresponsible" He says in the condescending way he does sometimes

"I know"

"Why did you think it was a good idea, huh?"

"Stop scolding me I'm not a child Tobias"

"Then stop acting like one Tris, you had me worried sick, when I found you you were passed out. I don't know what could've happened to you if I wasn't there" he puts his head in his hands

"I know" I say quietly. I'm embarrassed of what I did. "I,I wasn't thinking straight, I was just stressed"

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just don't know what I would do if anything happened to you Tris" He stands up and kisses my forehead "I love you, what's going on?"

"It's just"

"Tris you can trust me, no secrets remember?"

"Okay" I take a deep breath "You were in Sydney's fear landscape, you and another couple boys were..." He puts his hands on my shoulders"

I feel his hands fall and his face drops.

"Oh" he stays silent for awhile.

I wrap my arms around him and hug him. We stand there for awhile, I know he's afraid of becoming anything like his father. What he had to endure.

*Tobias POV flashback*

I walk in the front door of my abnegation home. I was about 11 years old, I finished my schooling for the day and I decided to take a walk. I open the door and walk up the stairs into my bedroom. I hope to myself my father doesn't pay attention to me, or notice I'm even there. When I hear the front door open my body stiffens. I hear heavy footsteps walking through the light gray hallways.

"Tobias!"

I stay silent for a moment.

"Tobias Eaton!"

I realize with the infliction in his time he had a bad day at work. I open my door and quietly make my way down the stairs.

"Have you started dinner?"

"No sir" I wisper

"Pick your head up and answer me!"

"No sir" I say louder than I meant to

"Well you better get to starting it!"

"Sorry" I go over and turn on the stove, I then go and grab some carrots,potatoes and peas.

"I did not raise my son to be self indulgent"

When the stove starts to rise in heat I put a pot on it and fill it with water. I then put the chopped vegetables in. I then go and set the table for two. I fill glasses with water and place them in the small brown table. When the vegetables are finished I serve them onto plates and place them on the table. We eat in silence.

"Have you finished school?"

"Yes sir"

"If I remember you had a quiz what did you make?"

I don't answer

"What-did-you-make Tobias!"

"A uhh uhh" I start to stutter "seventy five percent" I wisper

"A seventy five!" He stands up and pushes his plate of food off the table. He starts to unloop his belt.

"Please no, Dad please" I beg him

He grabs my arm

"This is for your own good"

*About and hour later*

My face is bright red and wet with tears, my back is bright red and my shirt is soaked with red. I kneel on the floor picking up the things my father threw at me. Plates shattered and silverware damaged. I bend down father to pick something up and my back screams in pain. I fight through it, if I didn't clean up I don't know what my father would do to me.

*Flashback over,still Tobias POV*

My stomach drops and I feel my eyes water. I let go of Tris and turn away, she can't see me crying like this.

"Tobias I"

"Tris, I'm fine everything is fine" I walk past her and into our bedroom to grab clothes for today. When I get in the shower I let myself cry, and I let those memories crawl back into my mind.