I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Tris POV

That night I don't sleep at all. I'm feeling apprehensive of what awaits me tomorrow; or is it today, I read my watch it say ten passed six, so today then, two hours and I don't have the slightest clue of what "they" are going to do to me. I guess I should get up and start making breakfast for the other initiates.

I pull on a gray dress that goes down to my calves, a gray jacket to hide my arms and put my hair in its normal knot. I must have made some noise because Susan is rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

I don't even have to ask her to help me make the morning meal. I start with a dozen eggs and scramble them until they are fluffy. Susan toasts the bread.

"How did you sleep?" she asked me, while setting the table.

"Well. And you?" I really don't care how she slept, I just don't like the silence between us.

"Considering it was our first night without our parents, well."

"That's good…" I say not knowing what else to say.

"Where are you volunteering at today?" she asks about a minute later.

"Oh. Um. I have to deliver some cloth and food to a factionless home,"

"We should walk together! I'm doing the same thing! What's your address?" I tense up on the word 'together'.

"On Michigan Ave. Where's yours?" my throat feels tight and I can't breathe. Please be on the other side of the city! I think.

"Oh man mines on Hancock Ave.! Too bad, it would have been fun to walk together," I let out sigh of relief. By now Jason, Nicki and Ezra are walking into the kitchen; they are laughing about something.

"What's so funny?" I ask, letting myself chuckle a little at Jason's face. He has whip cream all on the side of his face. "Why didn't you wipe it off in the bathroom?"

"So I could do this…" he runs over to me and wipe all of the whip cream in my hair.

"Ewww!" I scream "Why did you just do that. Now I have to take ANOTHER shower!" I push him playfully.

"Too bad, but that was fun!" We all laugh. For a moment I forget about Marcus, Eric, and the last three days. It feels good to laugh again. Nicki waltzes in with her hair pushed up on side; bed head. We laugh even harder now.

"Why are you guys being so loud!" she groans "Why are you guys looking at me like that!"

"Well your hair is very…" I search for the right word "…fluffy?" she runs out of the room almost crying. She probably has never had a bad hair day. When the rest of the initiates wake up, breakfast is cold. It's fifteen minutes until eight, I'm going to be late.

I try to run out unnoticed but Jason stops me in my tracks.

"Where are you going, Beatrice?" he looks almost concerned.

"I have to go feed some of the factionless,"

"Where at?"

"On Michigan Ave."

"Careful, Beatrice. That's a rough neighbor-hood"

"I think I can take care of myself…" really I can't, but if I don't do this, that sick bastard is going to hurt Sophie. "… Good bye now, see you all tonight." If I make it through the day.

I really don't know what I'll find. A gross, dilapidated house or a beautiful mansion. I'm guessing the latter because the words on my note card match the words on the huge door. The door itself is twice my height and three times my width. It has large steps leading towards it. I take my first step, I'm doing this for Sophie. Second step, I'm going to kill Marcus when I have the chance. Third step, I'm hurting everyone I care about; including Tobias. I continue to repeat these phrases until I get to the top of the steps. My stomach lurches as I force my hand to lift so I can knock. I feel like I'm going to vomit on the person who answers the door.

I'm about to knock when a girl, maybe a little younger than me, comes out of the house. She has caramel brown hair with blue dyed ends. She has also tan skin, like gold almost. She has makeup on but not a lot. She's wear a tight black dress that has lace on the chest. She quite beautiful, but too young to have job like this. When she turns around and I startle her.

"Who are you?" she asks me.

"I… I'm… I'm Beatrice Prior-E…Eaton" I stutter so bad I wonder if she can even understand me.

"Oh. You're the Stiff Mr. Eaton sent over?" I nod "Well I'm surprised you made it this far without puking…" she smiles, her teeth are straight and white like snow. She continues, "I'm Brooke. My mother is the woman who runs this facility. She's inside waiting for you, her name is Victoria. Well I have to go meet with a client… Go right in it isn't going to eat you!" Brooke walks away leaving the door open for me.

I walk inside, wanting to turn and run, and immediately see a picture of two people, naked, and laying on each other. There is a large entrance with big windows and dim lighting. Black and red are the most colors in the house and there is lace everywhere.

"-please tell him she didn't show-"a woman on the phone stands and looks at me. She's in her late twenties/early thirties and also has a tight dress on, but this one is blood red with no lace. She has short dirty blonde hair and about my height. Beautiful like her daughter, I wonder when she got pregnant. She start talking on the phone again "Never mind. She's here, just late. Thank you Robbie." She ends the call and walks over to me. "Hello I'm Victoria and you must be Beatrice. It's pleasure to meet you. Would you like a tour of the house and meet my partner, son and daughter?" I open my mouth but no words come out. I cough and try again.

"Sorry I'm not used to being in such a large home…" I blush knowing that I stared at the pictures on the walls. Trying to figure out what they were doing. "… Yes I would love to have a tour and meet you family. I have already met your daughter…Brooke?"

"Oh yes please excuse her manners, living with men all her life has been bad for her…" she looks down and frowns. "Well I call my partner and son so you can meet them." She looks back at me and smiles before headed into another room.