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Chapter 30

Realm POV

When I was three I realized that I wasn't the smartest. My teachers would often get frustrated with me because I'd be behind on lessons. Of course they didn't give up because I was Jeannine Matthews nephew. My father, Michael Matthews wanted me to be the perfect son, the perfect nephew, the perfect Erudite. I failed at all three.

My father thought I had some sort of learning disability. He wasn't happy when he found out I was dyslexic. An Erudite who can't read, that made the news. It was like the whole city was teasing me. Sloane was my only friend.

I hated my connection to my father. My mother named me Michael Realm Matthews. My father called me M.J. I refused to be called a monster's name so I went by Realm. Sloane is the only other person who knows the real me.

"Michael."

I feel a sudden pain in my stomach and I open my eyes fully before I'm reminded of what just happened. I was going to go put in my contacts, being the only Erudite who actually needs glasses. When JJ walked in. I didn't even have time to process what happened when I turned and he stabbed me with something. I remember falling to the floor and the world going black around me.

Sloane holds my head and Dean sits next to her pressing his hands to my stomach. I look down to what he's holding and I almost laugh. I turn my head a bit and see the rest of the initiates. Great… I notice JJ laughing with Mad and Mel.

I scream with pain as I'm lifted onto the gurney. I turn my head so I'm facing JJ. "Fuck you, Johnson."

"Hey, it could have been the guy with the murder genes," JJ says.

"Real creative," Dean interrupts. "What is this, a butter knife?"

"No, no, no…" Sloane says pressing both hands to my cheeks. I taste metal in my mouth and I know what she is panicking about. I may not be smart, but I know that there's internal bleeding.

I take Sloane's hand before everything goes black.

Sloane POV

I'm sitting in the waiting room with Dean while Realm is in surgery. Dean hands me a muffin but I push it away, worried that if I try to eat I'll just throw up. My head is tucked between my knees on the uncomfortable chair.

"You two are close," Dean states to me. I nod my head.

"He's my family," I say. I look up to Realm. Although he has too many flaws to count, I always admired his social skills. Even though he mostly keeps to himself. Not many people can guess how dark his life truly is. "We ran away once," I say not caring if Dean's listening or not. "It was after his mom died." Dean stiffens at my words. Realm can trust him, I can trust him. "He found her body."

"What happened to her?" He asks.

"He got home from school and his mom was on the kitchen floor." I feel tears forming in my eyes and I stifle a sob. "She killed herself."

Dean rests a hand on my back. "My mom kicked me out, so I told Realm I was leaving. I was going to be factionless. He said he was coming with me. I called his bluff, but he wasn't lying."

"How long were you gone for?" Dean asks.

"We only lasted two days," I say smiling through my tears. "He told me to sleep. When I woke up he was watching me, and not the way most guys do. It was like he was watching over me."

I start crying harder, making it tough to breathe. "So when he was by himself I thought it happened again."

Dean grabs my arm as a reminder he's still here. "What happened?" He asks.

I lift my head to make eye contact with him. "This isn't the first time JJ's tried this."

Four POV

"Why should I care?" Peter says leaning back in his chair.

"An initiate was stabbed with a butter knife!" I shout. Peter gives an uninterested glance in our direction.

"JJ must be kicked out of the compound," Tris says.

"No," Peter says.

"No?" I ask, scratching my brow. "The kid he stabbed is in the hospital! He might not make it!" I think back to when Tris was in the hospital, because of him. He did the same thing. He doesn't see this as bad.

"You know, I'd like to meet this JJ," Peter says brushing back his black hair. "Introduce him to my brother."

"So, you're not going to do anything?" Tris asks throwing her hands up in the air. "You're sick."

Peter stands, "Remember who your leaders are," he says stepping towards Tris.

"Oh, go fuck yourself," Tris says. She almost never swears it makes me flinch.

Peter starts towards Tris but I step in front of him, blocking his path. "You're going to want to back off," I warn.

Peter laughs refusing to make eye contact with me. He leans his head to the side so he's looking past me at Tris. "Let your boyfriend do all your fights?" He says, still with his sadistic smile on his face. "Would be a shame if they knew," He threatens. If the initiates knew it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would take away our scary instructor vibe. "Watch your back, stiff."