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Chapter 5

Tris' POV

Things were finally starting to fall back in place. Four told me that with my progress I can join the initiates once again. I so much want to see Caleb that it hurts my stomach to think of him. Things have been intense but I have worked my ass off to get this far and nothing was going to get in my way. I have two days left and then I have officially finished recovery.

Over the past week I have allowed Four to sleep with me, nothing sexual. By the time we have both hit the pillow we are out for the count. This morning I woke with his arm resting on the slope of my hip. The winter air is crisp against my skin, knew I should have closed the windows before I crashed. I scramble for more of that blanket that has been robbed from me; Fours arm tightens slighty and pulls me in to his front. His warm breath on my shoulder making me shudder in delight. I manage to twist and face him. My breath catches in my throat as his blue eyes seem to capture my whole being. He smirks as I stare and then I snap out of it simply because he lifted the blanket up and let in a rush of cold air. I squeal a little at the unexpected prank and then drag the covers back over my body. He laughs and I stick out my tounge, which was the wrong move because he then stuck out his and licked mine. I wrinkle my nose, still smiling.

"Your such a goof." I say.

"Yup," He replys with a smirk. He turns more serious. "We need to get up, it's you last official training Max will observe you on your progress."

"Yeah OK. Well I'll go set up the training area. Didn't you say you wanted to talk to Max this morning?" I ask.

"Yeah I won't be very long but you go down first and prep for the day and I'll meet you there." I nod slowly. He's still staring at me, then inches closes and plants a kiss on my lips. His hand that was currently on my hip is now stroking little circles on my stomach which makes me think not-so-pure thoughts. I moan a little at his touch and he presses me on my back positioning himself atop me between my legs. The kiss become more hungry and I buck my hips a little as his midsection grinds against mine. He grunts and pulls back.

"Wait," He only just manages to puff out. "We can't do this right now. I only have a certain amount of will power and you're not making it any easier." I smile a little.

"What me?" I say in my most innocent voice. He lets out a small laugh but sticking to his word he rolls off me making me instantly cold again.

As I make my way to the training room after saying my goodbyes to Four, I notice how relaxed I am. I sigh inwardly, I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

I unroll the fighting mats and clean off the punch bags from previous sweat, along with filling up the hand powder. I start training once I'm finished prepping, doing press ups and then step ups. Taking a swig of water I resume to my sit ups counting aloud how many I was doing. A split second went past and all of a sudden I see a foot heading straight for my face, I was to slow and the boot caught my left cheek bone. My body flops to the right as I am completely taken off guard. I roll away from the dark figure, not being able to properly see from blury eyes. The figure came at me quick not allowing me to adjust. I kick up my leg and connect with thin air, the person had dodged and now I was at my most vulnerable position. Something solid smashed into my back and I went flying forward, my vision now clear I turn just in time to see Peter, of course. He's smiling at me as I regain my composure and stand ready to fight. He has the upper hand with his surprise attack but now I'm ready.

Where the hell is Four. He won't be very long, that's what he said. I only have to stay standing for a little longer. The thumping in my head from the kick was causing black spots in my vision. Peter was circling me and I spun with him ready to pounce.

"Come on, just give in. I see that look and I know your hurt. I'll be gentle." Peter said with a cackle. Be gentle with what? Beating the shit out of me? He isn't making sense. He lunges forward and cracks his palm into my chest with such force I can't seem to breathe. I just about lift my legs to gam my foot into his gut. He makes a strange gutteral sound, but it doesn't seem to keep him away for long, it seemed to make him even more livid. My disorientation has made me weak and Peter has done this out of spite. He wasn't here to play a fair fight, he was here for a reason and I knew exactly why. To get to Four.

I stand as tall as my body structure will allow; I must beat him. This is much bigger than Peter and I and he has to be the one to lose. Fat chance. He charges toward me and I swing my elbow targeted to his face but he catches it and knees my right inner thigh which made the muscles spaz, causing me to crumble to the floor. Crap. End game.

Whilst on the floor he doesn't stop, he takes full advantage of being the man standing. Again he uses my head as a football making a disgusting sound that could have sounded like my cheek bone cracking. He stomps right at the center of my belly making me curl up giving him a clear shot of my back. It felt like it wasn't going to stop until I felt his breath hot on my cheek, nothing like Fours this morning. His breath reeked but I couldn't conjure the strength to move. It felt like I had blacked out for a moment. When I oped my eyes again I was in my underwear and Peter was as well. This sent a jolt through my body, he wouldn't really do this, surely he wouldn't be such a despicable being as to rape me. But I was sorely mistaken. I still lay on my back with my knees propped up. He forces my legs open and places himself between them, grinning. He harshly pins my arms above my head with one hand and then with the other he scratches over my abs, hard enough to draw blood.

"What are you going to do now ay? Check mate bitch." Peter hissed at me. I had a sudden thought of deja vu. Four and I had done this before, not anywhere close to these circumstances but I remember how I got out of his grip. Here goes nothing.

"Come closer and I'll tell you." I say trying to sound sexy, which probably failed with all the anger and hurt that consumes me. Peter raises his eyes brows in excite and leans down puckering up. With the last ounce of my energy I headbutt him right in the nose and feel the bone break. He crys out screaming trying to nurse his gushing nose. Everything that happens next was all a little blurry.

I run, as best I could, still in my under wear. I find no one until I collide with a body that steadies me.

"Tris?" A familiar, horrified voice chimes. Caleb. I remember my facial muscles smiling a little before I pass out into nothingness.

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