Tobias POV:

Luckily, once I get home with Tris, Marcus is gone. I try to make her comfortable so I carry her up to my room. I set her on my bed, and look at her wounds: bruises that are forming around her neck and chin, her shirt is ripped and her knees are bloody. But Tris is still as beautiful as ever. She falls asleep almost instantly, or so I think. I tiptoe out of the room and about to shut the door when I hear her speak.

"Four," she croaks.

"Please don't call me that."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Think about it for a minute," I say, my voice almost a whisper as I turn around and go downstairs.

I get a bottle of aspirin, a glass of water, and some corn flakes. Then I see a note that Marcus left me.

Tobias,

Don't forget to wash the bathrooms and mow the lawn.

Also: be back by midnight tonight. I want a good reputation. Make sure that no one has to call the cops.

It's in his scribbly-neatish handwriting. I groan and walk upstairs.

"Tobias."

"Yeah Tris?"

"That's your real name."

I nod and set the stuff down.

"Sit up," I tell her, then slip an aspirin into her mouth and wash it down with water. She stays un-drowsy, so I try to make conversation, "How'd you know my name?"

She shrugs, "My dad works for yours."

I smile. Well, duh. I've been over to the Prior's house a few times. Then after my mom "died," I stopped going.

Then Tris' phone rings. She takes it out of her pocket and curses. "It's Caleb. I'd better get this."

I nod and walk out of the room. I slunk against the wall and overhear some conversation:

"What's up Caleb?" she says blandly..."What do you want to know?...Okay, I went for a jog and now I'm at Christina's...Fine. Don't worry about me! Bye!" I hear her phone end it's call and I walk inside.

"Everything okay?"

She puts on a fake smile, "Of course, Four."

I sit down next to her on my bed, "I have a feeling that everything's not okay. And don't call me Four."

Tris takes a deep breath, "I hate having an older-protective sibling."

I put my hand in hers and squeeze it. Tris lays her head on my shoulder and smiles. I kiss the top of her head, and we stay like this for ages.

Christina POV:

Where is Tris?! It's seven! She should be here by now!

Then the doorbell rings.

Thankfully, Tris walks in. I wipe sweat off my forehead and greet her.

"Hey, Christina." I look at her, and one thing is wrong. She's covered in bruises.

"Tris! What happened? Don't worry, I makeup to cover it!"

She smiles and we go to my room.

"Well, right after you hung up, some people beat me up."

"Who?!"

"Peter, Al," she gulps. I nod, "and Al."

"Really? Are you sure it was him? Like, maybe it only looked like him."

Tris shakes her head, "It was him all right."

"Oh, Tris," I hug her.

"Christina! Dinner's ready if you and Tris are hungry!" my mom calls from downstairs.

I look back to Tris, "Are you hungry?"

She shrugs. I am. So I go downstairs and get two plates and two cokes.

"Can I take these upstairs?"

"Course honey. Just remember no spills on the carpet," my mom responds. I nod and walk upstairs, hearing Zoe ask mom the same question.

"No, Zoe."

"But mom! Christina got to!"

"She has a guest. Tel you what, I'll let you eat dinner in front of the television."

"Yay!"

I roll my eyes and make my way up the last step, then prop open my bedroom door with my foot. Tris sees me and smiles.

"Hey. You want some chicken? My mom made it herself."

Tris usually loves my mom's chicken, but this time she shrugs.

"You need to eat," I say for her.

She nods and we sit down on my bed.

"You look vulnerable," I say after a while.

"Four told me to," she mumbles quietly.

I nod and we finish eating.

Stop flinching Tris!"

"It's not my fault! That contraption makes me twitch!" Tris squeaks.

"Okay. Just let me pluck one more eyebrow. Then you're done...for now."

"What?!"

"Tris, my sister is asleep!"

She folds her arms together and I finish plucking her eyebrows. Then I put some eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, lip liner, mascara, and blush on her and tell her to go get ready.

Tris comes out five minutes later. She wears black leather boot, skintight jeans, a dark-indigo blouse, and smoky makeup. It's a shame that only some of her bruises are hidden. I finish my makeup and put on my little black dress and flats. Next we do our hair I give Tris' hair a bun-maker and her golden hair is soon swept up into a bun. I put mine in a mini waterfall braid style. Then we leave.