So sorry for not updating on my usual pattern. I had a lot of trouble trying to figure out how to move on with the drama and how to settle it. I'll try to update at least once a week if this ever happens again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent

Chapter 8

I pulled away and hugged my knees. This can't be happening, I can't be with someone so close to Peter. I grab my stuff and start walking away.

"Tris-" Tobias calls. He grabs my elbow, turning me.

I yank my elbow away. "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shout. "Just stay away" I whisper.

"Tris, please, let me explain." I look up at him, he looks frighten and hurt. I don't care though he doesn't get to drop that bomb, and be forgiven so easily. Especially because he didn't tell me right away.

"Just don't"

"Tris..." he starts.

My patience runs dry. "No! Just leave me alone, Four!" I shout. I sprint away trying to escape this place. Escape his family.

Next Monday

Its been a week since I talked to Tobias. I'd be lying to say I don't miss him, yet how could I forgive him. Christina has tried getting answers out of me but, I don't know how to explain it without telling her my past. It's not that I don't trust her, it's that I vowed to myself never to tell unless I loved them. Shit, is it possible that I could love Tobias only two weeks after meeting him?

Tobias tried talking to me Tuesday and Wednesday, I just told him to leave me alone or I ignored him. I don't know if I'm ready to hear what he wants to tell me. What if he changes into someone like his brother or father?

"Hey Tris" Christina calls after me.

"What?" I ask doesn't give me an answer, instead she drags me into the janitors' closet.

"What's wrong with you? Ever since last week you and Four stopped talking. Not only to each other but everyone, why are you guys sulking so much?" She asks.

"It's complicated" I sigh.

"We got time." She pursued, "Shoot"

"On Monday we shared some difficult stories from our childhoods to each other. Mine involving Peter, his you don't get to know. Either way after I was done telling him, he told me Peter was his step-brother."

"Son of a bitch" Christina gasps. "He knew you had a problem with Peter and waits until you tell him your problem. The jackass!" She starts muttering certain phrases that my mom would put soap in her mouth for saying.

"Christina!" I stop her, "As mad as I am at him for not telling me, I also miss him. I don't want to stay mad at him; Four made me feel different than any other guy I know."

"Then talk to him! You sound like you love him or are really close to it." Christina exclaims.

"But what if he doesn't accept my apology for running off?" I whisper.

She pulls me into a hug. "He will. He's been as sad as you since your fight, he won't blow you off. Especially if he's being given the chance to apologize too"

"Thanks Christina"

We head to choir as the bell goes off. I end up nervously tapping my leg waiting for Tobias; when he comes in he has his Four face on. He won't look at me, I think he gave up trying to apologize. Now he's the same jerky person I met two weeks ago. I look around the room for Christina's encouragement. Instead I see Peter smirking cruelly, looking back and forth in between Four and I. He starts to get up seemingly to come by us, thank god Tori walked in.

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After soccer practice I realize that I forgot my english book in the classroom. I roam the school trying to find a janitor still here to open the class for me. I finally give up when I realize its already 7:30 and I need to be home for dinner.

I start walking home, hoping to pass Tobias's house so I can apologize. I hope Peter isn't home, so this can be easy.I walk the familiar route calmly and enjoy the solitude. As I pass their house I notice Tobias's motorcycle isn't there. I have about ten more minutes till I get home.

I turn onto my street when I hear a couple leaves crunch behind me, I turn around and don't see anyone. I shrug it off and continue on. I hear it again, maybe it was just the covers my eyes and two more people grab my arms and legs. I try kicking the people, screaming for help. One slaps me and covers my mouth. I bite his hand before they finish what I think is a gag to stop my screaming.

"Shit! The bitch bit me!" His voice is familiar, in an evil way, snarky and conniving, Peter.

Someone grabs my collar and slams me into the wall, "you little bitch, you think you can ignore me this long without me caring?" Peter snarls. His hand, or someone else's, gets tighter around my throat. I can't scream but I can breathe.

"Why do you care, Petey?" I croak out.

"You're mine, Bea, that's why. And it's Peter" he digs his hand further into my neck to get his point across.

He kisses me letting his free hand wonder where ever he pleases. I try kneeing him until my legs are held down by one of his buddies. I try further punching him but the last person takes hold. I'm stuck. I keep trying to loosen their grip with all my strength.

Peter stops kissing me to whisper in my ear "Calm down, Bea. We're just doing gross stuff." I freeze. Ten years free of this down the drain and I have no power to stop it. Noticing my reaction he let go of me neck, preparing to have me full to himself.

"NO! HELP ANYONE! FIRE! SOMEO-" I scream.

Peter starts punching me, I can feel the welts forming with one punch. "Shut up! You're just a little slut anyway, no one cares about you." My body goes limp, he's right.

The one person I know for sure cared about me; I pushed away and Peter was the reason. Mom might be the only one left that does. Dad he basically idolizes Caleb and treats me like his maid. Caleb has spent the last couple of years telling me how worthless I am. Who am I to say Peter is wrong that there's no one out there that cares for me?

Peter starts kissing me again, he pushes his tongue through and let's his hands travel down under my shirt back up groping me. I bite his tongue, he screams. I try freeing one of my hands so I can pull off the blindfold, I succeed just as I heard running footsteps.

I look to see Drew and Eric -Peter's lackeys- running away. Peter comes charging at me. I try sidestepping him but he slams me, again, into the wall. He throws me to the ground, my head lands hard. I hear Drew come back trying to warn Peter of something, but the world is fuzzy. There's a loud ringing in my ears and what looks like 100 black and white dots clouding my vision. Peter is pulled off me and I hear running and a bunch of skin to skin contact. Eventually there's a loud thump, the loser of a fight dropped, or so I think.

I feel something slide under my legs and back, no longer feeling the hard cold asphalt of the ally. I feel the slight bouncing up and down of a walking person. I look up and see the ocean blue eyes of my savior, before everything goes black.