Tris POV:

All art class I think about the flyer, Marcus, Peter, and the gang. At the moment it all seems like too much and I don't know how to cope with it all. There was a number on that flyer, a number that can be my ticket out of this hellhole, a number I can't remember. I remember Zeke saying something about Caleb Prior and how he's always seen around town. My brother, Caleb Prior is out there and for all I know or care he could be down the street from the school or he could have completely lost all hope of finding me and forgot me.

Marcus and Peter on the other hand apparently have something special planned tonight and am needed home right after school. All throughout the day I try to focus on something but that, but once I start thinking about that my mind drifts off to how Four knows Marcus. The thought scares that crap out of me and my thinking box starts to hurt from all the thoughts and theories on it.

Before I know it it's the end of the day and I'm walking to my locker to get all of my things. Just as I close my locker I see Four leaning against the lockers and I jump back in surprise.

"Hey Trissy. I was wondering if I can walk you home today?" he says rubbing the back of his neck. My eyes widen because the thoughts of Peter and Marcus and their little plan tonight cloud my mind.

"Oh umm not today sorry maybe some other time?" I say walking backwards.

"Oh um ok." He says, his cheeks slightly pink and looking slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry!" I yell as I get farther away.

What was that about? Does he like me? Do I like him? Maybe.

"Tris!" Says the oh so lovely voice of my kidnapper of 4 years.

"How may I assist you your royal dickfaceness?" I say in a mocking tone.

"You'll regret that later. Get in the car." He says.

"Yes your royal dickfaceness." I respond smirking while I bow.

Once we get in the car its silent except for the radio static. Which may I add is bugging the shit out of me. Until finally I snap.

"Will you fucking turn that off?!"

All he does is click his tongue.

"Your already in way too deep Tris. Would you like to continue to dig your grave?"

"If it gets me the fuck away from you then hell yes."

Just as I say that we pull into our driveway and I immediately open the door and go inside the house. Surprisingly he lets me go to my room in peace. I know I'm gonna get a pretty bad beating tonight so I decide to make the most of it and lay on my bed and think about earlier today with Four. I think I may actually be developing feelings for him, but that doesn't matter I'm way too broken for anyone to like me. I'm not used to liking anyone, having a crush on someone if you will. It kinda feels… nice.

The doorbell interrupts my thoughts. Which is very odd because no one comes to this house. So curiosity gets the best of me so I go downstairs to open the door. I am confused to see Marcus standing there with a wicked smile practically tearing his face in two.

"Why didn't you just walk in for my regular beating like usual?"

"Well I wanted to show good manners to our guest today." He says his smile growing wider if possible.

I am shoved aside by Peter and am momentarily distraught. Until I see his face and it suddenly all makes sense.

"Four?!"

"Tris?!"

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask frantically.

"Me? What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Settle down children it's almost time for your regular beating."

"Wait he's your father?" I ask for confirmation.

"Sadly. How are you here?"

"Marcus and Peter kidnapped me when I was 13."

I can see the anger in his eyes by the end of my sentence and his muscles tense.

For a few moments we just stare at each other in shock and disbelief. Was he abused too? He had to be.

We were broken from each others gaze when I am suddenly slapped. Hard. That's the moment I realize I've had enough of this bullshit.

"I am done! I've had enough of this crap. If you want to fight me, fight me we'll see how long you last." I say getting into a fighting stance remembering all of my training.

They both laugh and it only makes me angrier. I see from my peripheral vision Four get into the same stance beside me.

"You as well Four? Where will you go without me? You have nothing. As for you Tris. Who could ever love someone so weak and pathetic like you."

I sadden at this but I don't dare let it show, because I am not weak or pathetic.

"Well are you gonna stand there and make up excuses not to fight like the pussies you are or are you gonna fight?"

Peter laughs before charging at me. I immediately side step and back kick him. While my head is turned Marcus lands a solid punch to my already black eye. All I hear is Four scowl at Marcus in anger and begin to punch and hit left and right. I can't see much but I do see Marcus land a few punches on Four. I hear Peter stumbling while getting up which catches my attention and I spin on my heel.

"You're never gonna win this Tris. Even if you do where would you go?" he says smirking.

"Anywhere is better than this living hell." I practically spit at him. He isn't a very fast person so if I tire him out I have a better chance at winning.

I throw small and slow jabs at him and right after move 2 to 3 feet back. After doing this for a while he manages to circle around me and I always keep my eyes on him and never have my back to him. Then he charges at me and once he gets slightly past me I try to elbow him in the back of the head to knock him unconscious but he expects this and does this to me.

I fall face first on the floor and my nose and lip start bleeding. I stand up and wipe the blood from my face and while I am pumping with adrenaline and stomp towards him who has a look on his face that shows he thinks he won. I put my hands around his neck and he tries to fight back but I don't back down and squeeze my hands tighter until he falls limp on the floor unconscious. I don't realize I was crying until I hear the sob that escapes my lips and I look around and spot Marcus on the floor limp as well. And Four struggling for a breath.

"I'm gonna call the police." I say as I look for the house phone.

"911 what your emergency?"

"P-please come to XXX it's an emergency." I say stuttering my words.

"We're on our way."

And sure enough there is a police car and an ambulance outside. I help Four up and set him on the steps of the porch, as he is in a state of shock. I lay my head on his shoulder and cry as I watch the chaos go by. At some point I feel Four wrap an arm around my waist, comforting me as I cry.

A few minutes later another ambulance shows up to take me and Four to the hospital to get us checked out. As I am still silently crying Four carries me to the stretcher and as he sets me down all the warmth from my body suddenly leaves me being very cold. I am lying on the stretcher while Four is sitting on the bench beside me. Just as I am about to drift off I feel Four take my hand in his and he lays a lingering kiss on my forehead when the darkness consumes me.