A/N Don't own Divergent, Okay? Okay. Let's continue... :D

Chapter Six *10 1/2 months later.*

My days consist of school, homework, going to Marcus's house every other day to "work", and on the other days, I train for Dauntless initiation. This has been going on for ten and a half months.

On this particular day, I have to go to Marcus's house. I learned to shut myself out. I have worked up to 20 lashes, and an hour and a half in the closet. I don't particularly like the closet, but I'm still not claustrophobic. I mostly sleep in the closet. Then I go home and pretend I'm fine.

One time, about a month ago, I got sick. My parents told Marcus this, and he "so graciously suggested that I stay at his place." He said that way, Caleb and my parents wouldn't get sick. I got better in a day. But I stayed there in the tiny closet for a week. No food. I did get water because Marcus didn't want people to think he killed me. I got to go home after a week. I attempted to act like I wasn't locked in a closet for a week, but it was hard. My mother thought I was still sick, so I stayed home that Sunday while everyone else handed out food and clothing to the factionless.

I walk up to Marcus's house and knock like I always do. Marcus opens the door and lets me in.

I can tell at a glance that he is intoxicated. His eyes wander and he staggers for balance. I know this will be bad.

Marcus grabs me and pulls me to a room. His room. I see ropes tied to the bed. 'Oh God,' I think. Marcus slams my head against the wall. He does this again. And again. And again. He's trying to knock me out. Thank God. I don't want to remember this.

He cuts my wrists with a knife. He cuts my clothes away. I just stare at him. I can't look away. I put my walls up, and pretend this isn't happening.

Marcus's fist collides with the side of my temple and my world goes blank.

I wake up with my head throbbing. I remember Marcus knocking me out. I look at myself and realize I'm naked. I also know it's early in the morning. I am suddenly aware of aches everywhere in my body, including a pain in my lower extremities that I try not to think about.

I wrap myself in a blanket and creep out of the house.

I make my way to my house. Nobody will see me. It's four thirty in the morning. No one is awake yet.

I walk to my room and grab my robe and a towel from the closet. I jump in the shower, not caring if I wake people up. I need to wash him off me. I allow myself to sob quietly while I shampoo my hair and scrub my body with soap. I get out of the shower and towel off. I'm bleeding, I realize. I grab a sanitary napkin, dress in my robe and underwear, and crawl into bed.

*1 1/2 months later*

I'm leaving. Now. I can't stay here a second longer. I'm trapped in Marcus's house. I have been for a week. I got sick. Again. I have been trapped in the closet for two days, then I got better and Marcus sent me to school, but he convinced my parents that he could take care if me until choosing.

I am not technically supposed to choose this year, but Marcus has made me desperate to escape a year early. I can't stay here another year. I'll die. He'll kill me or something. So I took a risk. Ever since I was rapped, I have been going to work with my father. I was taught by an Erudite lady about computer programming and how it works. Last week, I was on a computer and I logged into the Choosing List of Sixteen Year Olds. I entered myself in. I created a fake name, Annatris Anthony. I took the aptitude test. I said I was sick and stayed home. I left as soon as Marcus left, I left the house and went to school to take it. I got Dauntless, Abnegation, and Erudite. I am Divergent. Great. Just what I need. Tori, the Dauntless woman administering my aptitude test entered my result as Abnegation and warned me to tell no one.

I made it to Marcus's house early. Just the time the other kids my age and younger would. Marcus was not suspicious because he is an idiot, so he can't see the way I carry myself. Proud, and almost excited. The next day I awake early, dress, and walk to my house. I write them a note:

*Dear Mom, Dad, and Caleb,

I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. I can't explain why, and I don't think you'd believe me even if I did. I just have to leave. I've never been able to be completely selfless, like you want me to. Please know that I love you all so much, but I can't do this any longer.

I can't tell you where I'm going, and I don't know if I'll ever see any of you ever again. I only have one request for you. Don't trust Marcus Eaton. Whatever he tells you, whatever he does, don't trust him. And don't let Caleb go over there to "help" him with anything, ever.

Please be safe, and maybe someday we will meet again.

I love you,

Beatrice.*

I leave the note on the table where they'll see it and leave. I walk to the Hub. I get there just as all the other sixteen year olds are arriving with their families.

I stand in line in the A section of the circle. The ceremony starts. The Erudite are hosting this year. Jennie makes the typical speech. I stand still and wait.

When she finally gets to me, I'm nervous. My stomach hurts, my palms are sweaty, and my head aches.

"Annatris Anthony." Jennie calls. Her voice is veery crisp and clear.

I make my way up to the stage and accept the knife. She smiles.

"Choose wisely." She whispers.

I nod a thanks and face the bowls. I slice my hand and hold it over the Dauntless coals. My blood sizzles and the Dauntless cheer. I make my way near them and sit with them.

I am selfish. I am brave. I am free.

A/N hahaha. I'll bet you did not see that coming! As always, thanks for reading. Please review. :D

*This letter is NOT ALL MINE!