So there's some graphic description. Gory wise nothing else just warning you guys. Thanks for all the reveiws, favorite and follows!

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Chapter 6

Four's POV

I see Tris staring back at me, fear evident. What happened? I take a step towards her, she shrinks and steps back.

"Please Four, don't"

"Don't what?"

"Come to me. Stay away fr-from me. You're just l-like hi-him" She sobs. She turns her head to her left, I see a bruise on her jaw. I gasp looking down, my knuckles are bloody. No this can't be happening.

"Who am I just like?"

"P-Pe-Peter. I thought you were different!" I shrink back, I want to comfort her but I'm not in control.

My arm raises, "Don't say that he's my brother!"

I'm shook awake. There's bright white light before my eyes adjust. When they do I see an angel, my angel, starring frightened back at me with her stormy gray blue eyes.

"You were having a nightmare, you kept fidgeting and saying no. Just before I woke you, you screamed no instead. Are you alright?" She says stroking my face gently trying to calm me.

I lean into her hand. I've never felt anything like her touch before, it's both intoxicating and soothing at the same time. "Yeah I'm fine just bad memories mixed with unknown possibilities." I hugged her close to me, I needed to grasp the fact that she was safe and we were good.

"I understand. Do you want to prank everyone awake?" She smiled mischieviously.

We run to the Pedrad's prank closet and find a fake fire suit, I put it on and Tris goes to set the fire alarm off with a match. I wait at the top of the stairs. She gets the alarm started; Uriah, I think, screams like something attacked him. I start the suit when I hear everyone scramble up the first couple of stairs. I hide by the corner. Once they are at the top step I sprint out in front of them in a blaze. They all scream and run out the door, except for Zeus. That is until I "died" from the fire.

"Four! Oh My God!" He runs to get the fire extinguisher.

When he comes back, he starts to spray me. It's colder than I imagined. Everyone come back inside calmed to see me extinguished and Zeke trying to save me. That when everyone starts laughing.

"What are you laughing about my best friend just died!" Zeke exclaimed. He looks over me trying to check if I have a pulse by my neck. I grab his arm scaring him.

"What the frick, Four!?" Everyone is laughing so hard, they may not stop.

"What Zeke never been pranked before?"

"No actually I haven't" He says it in a snobby rich manner.

"Who wants breakfast?" Tris asks

"ME!" Uriah sprints to the kitchen like a toddler does for ice cream.

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When I get home the house is quiet. I sneak up to my room dropping my stuff off. I check to see where everyone is, no one's home.

I get started on my homework for about an hour or two before anyone get home. Marcus and Johanna are probably at some city charity thing as the mayor can't miss any charity events. Peter is off who knows where probably scarring another girl.

What did he do to Tris? I mean he's bad but not capable of being so bad to scar someone like that with terrible memories of who knows what.

I hear two doors slam. "Anybody home?" I hear the devil (Marcus) call out.

"Yeah in here" I shout back. He and Johanna pop in at the door.

"Need any help?" Johanna asks.

"Yes and no. Would you allow me to move into my own apartment?" I say looking at Marcus.

"Why do you want that? Isn't living here enough for you?" Marcus snaps.

"I want this because I feel like before I get sent to college after high school. It would be good to have knowledge of how the real world works." I reason, although in all reality I just don't want Tris finding out about Peter just yet and maybe this way I can escape Marcus's abuse.

They nod in agreement at something in a silent conversation. "We will allow this, but only if you live in the boundaries for your school.

"Ok thanks guys" Yes! I can avoid Peter even more and Marcus there's no losses!

Later that night

Peter slams the front door shut coming in the room to do his homework, but his definition of do is copy. When he get to the Bio homework he looks at me in a death glare.

"Why didn't you finish!" He exclaims.

I clench my fist to dig the nails I have in. "Why do you care?"

"Because I need the answers!"

I jump up grab his collar and slam him into the wall. "I don't care, do it yourself" I snarl in his ear. He shoves me off.

"Why should I? I could just ask Bea for the answers" he snaps back.

I punch his eye before he gets the chance to react. He can't get to Tris! He lunges back at me punching and kneeing me in the ribs. I kick he legs out from under him and slam him to the floor. I hear a loud crack, he moans looking back up. His nose broke. I start kicking his ribs as hard as I can. "Stay-" kick "away- " kick "from HER" about 10 more kicks get progressively harder. I take a step back, anger drained.

He whispers in a rasped and defeated voice, "You can't stop me" he coughs and smirks. "You have no power to control me."

With that I knock him out with one punch. He looks like he's dead. His face covered in bruises, his sides are swollen. Blood dripping from his nose curling too his ear. His lips are split, left cheek swollen, along with his right jaw.

I go to the bathroom to look at myself. Bloodied, swollen knuckles, I also got some bruised ribs. I go to get some ice to stop any swelling that might come.

When I get down I see Marcus stepping through the door. I grab the ice, but he slaps my hand.

"Why do you need ice, Tobias?" I gulp, did he see or hear any of the fight? Or was he gone at a dinner with more politicians?

"I tripped and fell onto the corner of the coffee table." I calmly responded.

He grabs my hand. "What happened to your hands?" He asks with false sincerity.

"I went to the gym, and took a kick boxing class" I watch his eyes, they search my face and then turn angry. His hands go to his waist.

"You liar! You beat up your own step brother!" He frees his belt, punches my shoulder to turn me to the wall.

He starts, "You are never to hurt family." 10 lashes. He kicks my feet out from under me. I stop counting after hearing lash after lash. At some point probably around 50 or so I knock out. But I think he kept going more and more. I know before I went unconscious that I saw blood splatter onto the wall.

sorry for so much description. One thing that bugs me is, does anyone else pronouce Tobias as toh-BEE-ahs? My friends always try to correct me but I can't break the habit. Thanks for reading, review please.

-Crissy