Chapter 12: The Past Bites (Tris)

I must have fallen back asleep. I wake up feeling sticky and I see that my shirt is drenched crimson. The pain in my head is gradually increasing and my whole body is throbbing. The jingling sound of a set of keys pulls me from my state of self-pity.

A wall lifts up, which turns out to be some sort of garage door, but there is not much light shining through. More darkness surrounds me, but there is enough light to recognize the man who enters. Peter.

He is dragging something towards me and suddenly he throws a boy down next to me. He is unconscious but I recognize my own blood. Caleb.

I cry out for him.

"He's not dead Beatrice. Take a chill pill." Peter's crude voice rings through the walls.

I childishly spit at him at him.

The heel of his shoe digs into the ground and I am clobbered with chunks or dirt. I flinch and I hear his evil laugh.

"Enjoy yourself while you can. I don't know what you want to do with Caleb or I, but Four will find me and he will kill you," I hiss.

"Oh, no. Precious Four. I am so scared of the little boy with daddy issues," he says mockingly. "And don't worry princess. You're not going anywhere because he is not going to find you down here. No one will."

It suddenly dawns on me that maybe that's why I can't hear any common noises. Or why my throat feels so dry and my lungs are struggling to do their job. We are underground and there's only one way out.

"Here."

I'm hit with a greasy brown bag that smells strongly of French fries and fast food.

"How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied?" I ask bitterly.

"He's not tied up, now is he?" I hear his cynical laugh and he shuts the door. I hear the key turn in the lock.

I try nudging Caleb but he isn't budging. "Caleb," I call.

I try again, but it's more of a cry. "Caleb."

There's no response so I bow my head and let the tears fall.

I suddenly hear moaning and see that Caleb is trying to get up.

"Caleb! Caleb, you're okay! Oh my goodness, you're okay. You're okay." The tears keep coming but now out of joy and not frustration.

"Beatrice? Where are we? All I remember is hearing about Robert and Susan on the news and then someone was knocking on the dorm room door and I blacked out."

"It's him, Caleb. Peter took us and now we're underground somewhere," I say without emotion.

"Do you think you know the reason why?" Caleb asks.

I sigh, "The only thing I can think of is how he might want revenge for how I dumped him at homecoming because he kept sticking his tongue down my throat."

Caleb shudders. "What's in the bag?"

"I don't know. I can't open it."

He picks up the bag and smells the contents. "Curly fries."

I scoff. "Well how considerate. Looks like fine dining tonight," I joke.

His face is serious. "Beatrice, now is not the time. We need to find a way out." He checks his pockets. "I have my phone but the battery is low and there is no reception."

"Great," I groan. "The one time you're not prepared. I thought you were a boy scout. How did he find you anyway?"

"I was on my way to visit Susan. She asked me to come to her first meeting with her therapist."

"Has she forgiven you? You know, for leaving her? You hurt her pretty bad, Cal." I tell him honestly.

His head falls. "Yeah I know. It's my biggest regret. And now I can't even apologize or see her one last time."

"Caleb, we are not going to die in here! Do you hear me? We will get out. I promise." I know I shouldn't make promises that I can't always keep but it is what he need to hear right now. It's what I need to hear. "Can you untie me?"

He nods and does his best to let me free.

"I almost have it," he says.

We hear a squeaking noise and I get a bad feeling in my stomach.

"Who else?" I whisper to Caleb as he finishes with the knot.

I keep my hands behind my back as the door opens.

In walks Peter again with a blanket and a bottle of water.

He tosses the both objects towards me but misses, and it bounces against the wall.

"Nice throw," Caleb says under his breath.

I see Peter's body tense out of the corner of my eye.

I look at Caleb both wearyingly and cautiously.

My brother's head snaps up and he looks Peter right in the eyes. The glare he gives him could burn a hole right through him.

Peter stalks toward him. He pulls his leg back and I wince, knowing what he is about to do.

He thrusts his foot into Caleb's stomach and I hear him grunt trying not to show how much pain he is in.

Peter spits on him and turns back to the door. He pauses before opening it. "It gets real cold down here at night, Tris. I would hate for you to die before Four can see what damaged he has caused."

Don't hate me please! School is a lot right now okay? When things slow down I will try to right a chapter that is twice as long as my longest chapter! I know that probably won't even make up for it:( Sorry...I did read all of the Mortal Instruments books though! I highly recommend them to all! #Clace

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