Hey guys I know I have only been posting on this story but I will update the others. This is only because of the contest. The next hint is "H" so my name starts with "Ch" see if you can figure it out. Regular contest rules apply (wow I sound like those commercials, regular messaging and data rates apply) if you don't know the rules look at the a/n last chapter. On with the story! As usual I only own the OMG! A stain on my shirt!

Tris's POV

I have been extremely light since he kissed me. I start to hum when I pack and unpack the jumpsuit- the only thing that's entertaining around here- when I hear him say," You got anything better to do?" I laugh and turn around. "You're up! Let's eat, I thought I'd starve, you sleep to long." OMG my stomach just grumbled

"No I don't"

"Yes you do."

"Fine. Let's eat breakfast, it's… Holy Shit!"

"Hm, I don't find that appetizing"

"No, it's just that, it's twelve thirty, and its just that never mind."

"Told you, you sleep a lot."

"Fine. You're right."

We press the button on the wall that calls a guard to come over and help us. (idk if they have these in real life) He unlocks the door and waves us out, "Go ahead." This one really nice, I look at his nametag, "Will" it states, "Tris?" he asks, I recognize him, Christina's boyfriend,

"It's you."

"I didn't think you'd actually got through with it. I mean, you're innocent."

"No, I'm not you know I'm not, it's MY fault."

"Tris, stop being so hard on yourself."

"What's this all about?" Four cuts in

"Nothing." I mutter and grab his hand.

"She hasn't told you the full story." Will says and walks away

We walk over to dining hall and get in line. I grab a muffin and oatmeal. I sit down and start to eat.

"Tell me." Four asks

"What?"

"What was that whole ordeal about, please Tris, I told you, I care about you." My eyes start to water. "Fine," I tell him, "When we get back."

Four's POV

She sighs, and paces, and sighs, and paces. Then paces, and sighs, she's been doing this for ten minutes, I know this bothers her for her to do that. "Just, the whole car crash ordeal, that's it."

"Doesn't seem like it." I say

"Fine!" she bursts into tears and hugs me.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You can tell me." She sighs

"You know I said a car hit us?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's not that full story, the person behind the wheel was someone who hates my family."

"WHO!" I nearly shout

She licks her lips, "Jeannie Mathews, part time scientist, part time Prior hater."

"What?!"

"We have a family anger, ever since my father left the Erudite part of town. You know, once you leave you can never come back." She states, the begins again," To them what he did was unforgivable."

"Oh." Is all I can manage, I mean, who would do something like that for something so silly?

" He had a sister, too. They were close, REALLY close."

"What does this have to do with the crash?" I blurt out

"You don't understand."

"Do you have proof?"

"What?"

"DO you have proof?" I repeat

"I, I took a picture," she stutters, "I saw her and snapped a picture since the outside was beautiful to me and I wanted to capture the trees."

"Well, there! We can over through it. I know you know there's a little part in you that thinks you're innocent. We can over through her!"

"You don't understand."

"YES, I DO! WE CAN…" I'm cut off wither yelling

"She owns this prison!"

"SO, we can still over through her."

"NO, you don't understand, Jeannie is…"

"Is?"

"Jeannie is… my Aunt."

"What!"

"Ever since my father transferred, she never forgave him for abandoning her. He came to visit, but she shunned him telling him that he already made his choice. She swore revenge. When my father got married, he changed his last name to my mom's to avoid hate and to protect us, yet she still found us. Sending us threats, knowing we couldn't fight back, being abnegation and all."

"Oh." Is all I can manage to say, I envelope her in hug think about hard this must be for her."

"Well, It's time I told you my secret."

"What?" she whispers

"My father beat me," I try to say as calm as possible. I unzip my jumpsuit half way and turn around, showing her the scars. I drag her over to the corner of the cell where no one can see us. I continue,

"He hit me, and when I threatened to report it, he told me 'Don't you dare' and claimed that I hit him after he got into a couple drunken fights, showing them the scars of his fights, saying I did that. He was a drunk." I say and hug her as she mutters, "Oh! That's terrible!"

"My real name is Tobias, I changed it to my cell number so he wouldn't be able to find me."

"I'm sorry." She says

"Don't be"