Holy crap guys! I'm so sorry! My mom completely took over my computer, so I stole it back. Ahaha But I promise I will try and update on the weekends…again try to. I was not expecting all of the feedback I got from this story. Like legit, I thought it was horrible. Well, on with the story.

Tobias's POV

Crap! I completely forgot my…Marcus wascoming home today.

"SHH!" I whisper shout to Tris. Tris looks at me confused with those gray blue eyes that I adore. Not the time!

"Okay, Tris listen, go hide behind that couch over there" I whisper and point to the couch in the corner. She sneaks over there…. She actually listened, thank god.

"Tobias!" Marcus yells.

I breathe out. I have to tell Tris after this. "In here" I say.

"What?!" He screams. "You don't talk to me like that! You understand?" he shoves off the couch and slaps me across the face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yes, Sir?"

He starts to take off his belt. "You are such a disappointment. It's sad to think that you are my son." "Now. Get up!" he yells.

I obey. "This is for your own good." He says and he hits me with the belt on my back repeatly. I scream. I hear Tris gasp. I curse under my breath. Why can't she be quiet!

Marcus stops. Crap! He heard her. I glance up and see Tris standing in front of me with teary eyes.

"You brought someone inside this house without my permission! How dare you!" and swings his arm back like he's going to hit me, but I feel nothing and I hear a scream. Tris falls down next to me.

I pick up Tris up quickly and push her behind me then push Marcus back. I glare at him. "Don't you dare tough her." I'm going to get it tonight.

"Leave" Marcus says to Tris.

"Yes, Tris please leave now." I say looking at her pleading.

"No" She says. Of course.

Marcus comes up to me. "You will get it tonight, be prepared."

"Yes, Sir." I say shakily. Marcus leaves the house. Probably to go get drunk.

"Tris?" "Are you ok? I'm so sorry. I…"

"Four. Don't you dare ask me how I'm doing, you're the one who got several beatings. Where's you're first aid kit?"

"I'm fine…really I'm used to it." I say grabbing her wrist and checking on it. She yanks it away from me.

"Four…now."

"The closet to the right down that hall." She walks over there.

"Um…I can't reach it." I laugh and walk over there. I hand it to her.

"Sit down and take off your shirt." She says.

"Demanding aren't we?" I smile.

"Four…"

" Sorry" I sit down.

"Four… shirt off now." I cant let her see my back.

"Umm…oh right." I take off my shirt. I hear her gasp.

She starts cleaning my wounds. "Four…" I cut her off.

"Don't call me that." I need to tell her…everything

"Um okay." What do you want to call you? Tobias?"

"Yes, I like it when you say it." I grimace from the pain of cleaning my wounds.

"Sorry." She says quietly. She puts everything back where it goes. She's done but She being really quiet.

"Tris?" I ask.

"Would you mind telling me what that was?"

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and began my story. "That was my dad. He was never that great of a father. When my mom died in 6th grade he started to get drunk every night, whenever he was drunk, he…he beat me. Over the years it has been a lot worse. I understand if you want nothing to do with now." I'm almost crying now

"You really think I would leave you? If anything what just happened would make me stay." She says with tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" she says after a moment of silence.

"I was scared. If he knows that I told someone he will kill me. And call me Tobias. I like it when you do." I smile. She blushes.

"Okay…Tobias."

"But only when were alone, okay?"

"Okay."

I'm so sorry its short and probably really bad and spelling errors. I'm at my dads and my mind isn't working right. Oh! Do any of you know how to update from an iphone? Ive been trying to figure it out. Anyway. Despise it? Adore it? Let me know people of fanfiction.