A/N Don't own Divergent. Veronica Roth does!

Chapter 14

"Oh my God." I stare at the screen. Tobias Eaton- my best friend, is Four, my instructor, whom I have a crush on.

Lunch is long over. I should leave now before someone comes, but I can't move. I can't seem to wrap my head around it. It's impossible.

Then, a few things fall into place: his determination to get me to talk, the way he seemed to know what I was dealing with, his interest in me, my interest in him, his familiar eyes. Even the way he moved reminded me of Tobias. Wasn't I the one who said that his fear of heights reminded me of Tobias? Yet, I couldn't put the pieces together until this moment.

Suddenly, I hear the door open. I need to log off this computer. But my body won't listen to my commands. So instead, I sit and wait, starring intently at the screen. The person who just walked in has stopped, probably surprised that an initiate is sitting in the control room. I want to see who it is, but I can't move. I'm frozen in shock.

"Tris?" Four says. Shit. "What are you doing on my computer?"

"This is your computer?" I squeak.

"Yes." He says. "Now what are you doing?"

"Uh. I don't... Uh..." I stand up. My balance is horribly off though, and I stumble into Four.

"Tris?" Four sounds concerned. He steadies me and keeps a hand on my shoulder. "You look like you're in shock."

"I don't... I don't believe this."

I turn back and close the search window, and lock the computer. "My head actually throbs with disbelief."

The door opens again, and Zeke walks in.

"What is Tris doing in here?" He asks, confused.

"Hey man, could you do me a favor?" Four asks him.

"Sure bro." He replies.

"Watch the screens for me until I get back."

"Oh sure." Zeke replies. He eyes me. "Take your time."

"Thanks." Four then walks me out of the room. He leads me down a couple hallways, and stops outside a door. It must be his apartment. He pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. He ushers me inside and closes the door.

"I think you need something to drink." He says. "You look like your in shock and you can't speak coherently."

He sits me down in a chair and grabs cups. Then he pours water in them.

He sits across from me and folds his hands on the table. He stares at me, waiting.

I take the cup and take a sip. "Thanks." I say. I realize that I'm really thirsty, so I down the whole thing.

"Okay. You want an explanation?" I say.

"Yes." He replies.

"Here's your explanation." I almost growl. Why am I mad? Oh, right. Because his dad abused me when he left. "Where should I start?"

"How about the beginning." He suggests.

"Okay. When I was little, I met this guy..."

"Okay, skip forward a few years." He revises.

"Okay, fine." I retort. "Twelve years old. My friend is now fourteen. By now, I know he won't be staying in Abnegation." My voice sounds far away. "On this particular day, he decides to affirm my suspicions. We are in our special little hideout, and he tells me he wants to show me something." Four's expression looks a little worried. "It's fine." I say. "I agree and he takes his shirt off. I guess I sort of knew what was coming, but at the same time, not at all."

My eyes are filing with tears. "I can still see it in my head. His entire back was red, and there were old scars covered by new ones. It looked exceedingly painful. I knew that it was his father that did this to him, but I still had to check."

"What does this have to do with you?" Four asks, his voice full of dread.

"Well, like I said: he wasn't going to stay. It wasn't an option. I wouldn't allow it. So he transferred here. I followed him. But not before his father got to me." I peek up at him. "Do I have to explain what I mean by that?" He doesn't answer. He seems incapable of talking.

"Fine, I'll explain." I say.

I take a deep breath to start explaining.

"I knew what had happened to my friend, I couldn't let his dad hurt anyone else. He wanted my mom to come over and help him 'clean' his house. I wasn't about to let him do anything to my mom so I went in her place. I had to go every other day to "clean". Right off the bat he started beating me and abusing me like he had done to his son."

"Oh my God." Four says, "For how long?"

I couldn't look up at him.

"A year, but that wasn't the problem-"

"A year?!" He sounds shocked.

"Yes. It's not really that long." I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. I continue my story. "I could handle the pain. The last straw was when he raped me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I created an alternate identity and left Abnegation, for the same reason my friend left. To escape his father; your father." I looked up at Four.

His faced betrayed his surprise. "Wha...how..."he started to sputter until his mind lined everything up. "Beatrice. You were researching me weren't you?" He asks me.

"Actually, I planned to. But I wanted to find Tobias. He was my priority. So I searched for information on his chosen faction and all of that. Then, I found out that you are actually him."

He pulls me into a hug.

"I am so sorry I left you to deal with Marcus all by yourself," his voice sounds choked.

"Tobias." Was all I could say.

All of sudden his door bursts open.

A/N Oh no! Who do you think came in? Was it ERIC?! Please no!

Be brave, initiates... 4