I do not own divergent. I own only my ideas.
Chapter 3
Tris POV
I thrash on the bed, kicking my feet until I feel it connect with something. I am successful in rolling off the bed and gasp for air as I back into the wall. I see Molly holding her stomach, which apparently was the body part my foot connected with. Eric and Peter stand in the doorway with Drew peering around them trying to see.
"You little…" Molly starts.
"Chill Molly," Eric cuts her off walking into the room. "So, you have got a little fight in you, eh?" he says condescendingly.
He continues walking towards me, seriously invading my space until I am flat against the wall.
"Look there is a…" Eric starts slowly, searching for the right word, "hierarchy here. And you fall at the bottom. Max and Jamie are my biological parents therefore I outrank everyone. It's best for you to understand that upfront. My parent's host foster children for fiscal purposes only, you are nothing more than an easy paycheck. You will do what I say when I say, otherwise, I will complain that you are a problem child and you will be removed from this home. From what I have read in my parents communications, there aren't many open spots for teenage girls and you didn't really like the group home did you?"
I have to turn my head to the side to keep from touching him, as he is so close to me.
"You are responsible for chores," Eric states walking back out of the room.
Only Peter and Drew follow him. Molly remains in the room. She glares at me, then walks over to my dresser and starts dumping my stuff from it.
"What are you doing?" I growl at her.
"Its mine, it was mine before you. I only cleaned it out in case the social worker checked to see you had one available." Molly responds in her obnoxious nasally voice as my clothes pile on the floor.
"Stop!" I command.
"Fine." Molly says as she moves towards the door, "I will just see who Eric thinks should have the dresser."
"Nevermind, take it," I say bending down to refold my clothes again and stack them in my suitcase. I finish and put the suitcase under my bed as Molly returns from the bathroom and climbs into her bed. I grab my night clothes and walk down the hall, I see Peter walking out of the bathroom and as he passes me in the hall he shoves me into the wall so hard I get the wind knocked out of me. He continues walking without a word as I slide down the wall gasping for breath.
Finally recovering, I finish up in the bathroom and crawl into bed. Tomorrow has got to be better, I think. Then I remember I have to start a new high school; nevermind, tomorrow will not be better. A tear slips down my cheek. Pull it together Tris, I command myself.
I wake up early to make sure I can use the bathroom. I shower quickly and dress in black shorts, a grey tank top and a loose black off-the-shoulder crop top. I quickly put on minimal make up, to cover the bags under my eyes and darken my blond eyelashes. I slip out of the bathroom before anyone else has woken up, thankfully. I head downstairs to see Max passed out on the couch with a number of empty beer cans in front of him. Figures, I think to myself.
I wait at the table until the others arrive. They slowly straggle into the kitchen.
"Could someone clean up the rec room?" Jamie asks from the hall.
Eric, Peter, Drew and Molly turn and glare at me. I roll my eyes and walk towards the front room and start picking up the cans. Apparently the noise this makes is disturbing to Max.
"Could you shut up?!" he bellows from the couch.
"Sorry," I mumble, trying to be quieter as I continue. There is only so much I can do to mute the aluminum on aluminum noise the cans are making. I assume his hangover is amplifying the noise anyways. He growls and staggers as he gets off the couch. He is unsteady and suddenly falls into me slamming my side into the mantel. Grunting from the pain I slump down as he pulls himself off of me.
The others start walking out the door as I finish cleaning the room. I rush to put the garbage out and run after them. Apparently we are close enough to walk to school. I walk a safe distance behind them and head towards the front office when we arrive.
Here we go again, I think to myself.
