"Welcome to my humble home." Peter said roughly, throwing me on his bed. "I'm sure by now you know the drill."
I did in fact know the drill. I dressed himself in his pajamas and sat numbly as he chained me up. Then the abuse began.
It was one month into the new semester. Tobias and I weren't able to report anything we found out about Peter and Bianca, the main fact being that if anyone was known to break into the computers, he or she would be, as they said, "factionless". The same thing applied if they had below B's on their report card. Though I was abused nightly by Peter, there was no way out. Since we knew nothing about his true family, we couldn't report anything.
It was sick.
At around 5 in the morning, I was still awake in my own dorm. Chris was doing something with the gang when I suddenly got a text from Uriah. How he got my number, I had no idea.
Tris - meet the gang at the border. We have something to say to you.
I groggily got dressed and plodded down to the border. When I got there, Zeke was looking at me shyly, holding flowers.
"Please don't be mad." He started. "Tobias told us about Peter and you - don't be mad! - and we realized that we were on the wrong end of things. Will you come back to us?" He held out the flowers.
"How dare you!" I suddenly accused him after several awkward moments of silence. I was only faintly aware of the other gang members. "You left me. I tried and I tried, and you coldly ignored me!"
He hung his head, and then I realized that he meant what he said. My anger slowly calmed, and I accepted the offered flowers. The gang cheered - softly, so not to wake anyone up - and we then set out a plan.
In line for meals, Uriah would approach me and lead me to the gang's table, not matter the reaction from Peter. "I'll take you back if it hurts me." Uriah announced. After this, Uriah would continue day after day until I "got the message" and started to eat with the gang again. We cheered again and then adjourned.
The plan worked at first.
Uriah lead me away for two weeks before I started automatically going. Unfortunately, because of this, the abuse became harder and harder to hide. Peter would make lashes on my arms that were impossible to hide without long sleeves, which was beginning to get tiring as less and less long-sleeved shirts were being sold, as it was beginning to get hot. Once, he made a cut on my forehead.
"Pretty hard fall."He remarked, passing me in Self-defense.
"Yeah." I mumbled, pushing by him.
"Peter and Tris, up next!" Eric announced loudly. "I normally hate to have a couple fight each other, but it's the rules. Up!"
As expected, Peter beat me up. I did manage to break his nose. I was very proud of his broken nose, even if I had a broken arm and sprained wrist.
Walking to the dorm that night, Peter jumped me.
It was very unexpected. i was walking with Chris and Bianca, but I let them get ahead of me and I walked behind, thinking about what I had for dinner and what "new exciting things" Peter had planned for me later that night when he jumped me.
He attacked me, his hands exploring where I didn't want them. I felt my broken arm dangle, and pain seared through my body as he stepped on my foot with the heel of his boot so I couldn't run away. I felt him dragging me somewhere, and I heard the rushing of water. My heart nearly stopped.
The Chasm. He was taking me to the fifty-foot drop down to the river, and I was pretty sure he wasn't taking me to the bridge that led to the other side. I tried to slap his hands away, but they always crept back. He threw me down on the hard floor, and I bonked my head on the hard gravel floor. I felt a weird liquid running down the side of my face, and tried to place it. Then I realized it was blood.
I started to sob. there was no one near, no one ever came to the chasm except for class, sometimes. I screamed a few times, but he cut me every time I screamed, so I stopped and continued to cry softly as his hands continued to roam where they shouldn't have. I slapped them when I could, but every time i moved either of my arms pain seared through my body.
The worst thing was? I couldn't stop it.
Are you guys happy? I kept it Rated T for you and and went over it a lot and made adjustments and stuffs. But let me tell you a story:
My computer broke - AGAIN. I can't have it fixed for a while so your updates would have been waved to by a snail as it "raced" past since I'd have to do it on my tablet. But then, lo and behold, I dug out my sister's old computer that was nearly dead out of her closet. So that's what I'm using - but as soon as this is dead, it's back to my tablet until my comp is fixed. ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN! R&R PLEASE!