A/N- hey guys.

Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I procrastinated too long to get a full chapter written. I just wrote like 50 words. My next update will probably be on Friday.

I also am not going to be able to update on Mondays because I have jazz band (my parents think I need a life) and I will not be able to update on Saturday because I'm going to visit my cousins and I'm not getting home until late on Sunday. I might write in the car, so I might update on Sunday, but no promises.

That's it for now. Enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer- I own nothing

Tobias' Point of View:

As soon as I get home from school, I throw my bag on the floor and fall onto the cheap sofa that came with the apartment, in relief. The day went much better than I expected, but it was still extremely stressful. Going to a new school in the middle of the year is really hard, especially if it's just after running away from your abusive father.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, noticing I have a text from Zeke. At the end of lunch, Tris' entire group of friends decided to put my number into their phones. I didn't expect them to actually like me. I though I would just sit there for a day, until they decided to stop trying to be nice to the new kid.

I open the text and quickly read it. Zeke wants to come over to my apartment to talk for a while.

I look around my apartment. It is small and still extremely empty. It's just has the cheap, uncomfortable furniture, a horribly outdated kitchen, an extremely tiny bathroom, and a bedroom, which only has a bed and a dresser in it. At the moment, I still don't have enough money to fix it up at all, but it's still a place to live and it works well enough. Anything is better than spending another night in the same house as Marcus.

I send Zeke a text back, asking if we could talk somewhere else since my apartment isn't ready for guests yet.

Almost immediately, he replies, suggesting we meet at the park that is about a mile from the school. It's actually kind of scary how quickly he texted me back.

I agree and let Zeke know that I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.

With a groan, I pull myself up from the couch and walk into the kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the refrigerator, and biting into it. I briskly eat the apple, and rush into the bathroom.

I pull my shirt over my head and look at myself in the mirror. There are still gashes all over my torso from Marcus' belt from the last time he beat me, the day before I left. The scars are still an angry red and are extremely painful if I put a lot of pressure on them. I'm really glad that I can't see my back. Most of the time, my beatings were just on my back. It is difficult for me to see my back and I got a tattoo to cover many of the scars.

My tattoo is of flames surrounding five symbols that go down my spine. The symbols are from a book that I once read. They were all to remind me of who I wanted to be.

The symbol on the top of my spine is of flames inside of a circle. It represents bravery. It reminds me to always be brave and that I'll get away from Marcus' beatings. I always tried to be brave and stand up to Marcus, but most of the time, it ended worse for me. It also was for me one day finally becoming brave enough to no longer need to hide my sexuality. I just need to know not to give up on myself.

The second symbol is two hands holding each other. It represents selflessness. I want to one day be able to help people who are in situations like I was. I don't want anyone to have to suffer the way I did for the past twelve years. No one deserves to be in a situation like that.

The third symbol is of a balanced scale that stands for honestly. I want people to think of me as someone who is trustworthy and completely genuine. I want to be honest about my sexuality and allow people to know that they can be honest to me as well.

The fourth symbol, an eye, stands for intelligence. It shows my longing to get as much knowledge as I can so I will always be able to be able to choose what is right over what is wrong. The last thing I ever want is to make a few wrong decisions and end up like Marcus.

The fifth and final symbol is of a tree. It represents kindness and peacefulness. I hope that I'll Abe able to be kind to people and not resort to violence if I get mad. I will not allow myself to end up like Marcus. I would rather die than end up like him.

There are a lot of people who are only able to be one of those things, and for some, they're not even able to be any. I don't want to be like that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and honest, and smart, and kind.

Glancing at my phone, I realize I only have five minutes to get to the park.

I grab a tube of healing cream out of the drawer and I carefully apply it to the wounds, careful not to be too rough and hurt myself. I read that I should apply the cream three times a day for minimal scarring. The scars remind me of the times in hell with Marcus, so I hate seeing them and am willing to do anything to get rid of them.

Once I finish applying he cream, I slip my shirt back on and I walk out of the apartment, getting into my car, and driving to the park. I know where it is since I had to drive past it on my way to and from school today, so luckily, I have no issues getting there.

When I get to the park, Zeke is already there and rushes to greet me.

"Hi, Four!" He exclaims.

"Hey, Zeke." I reply. "Why'd you want to talk to me? You weren't planning on getting me here and murdering me, were you?"

"Dammit." Zeke mutters under his breath. "How'd you find out about that? Did Uriah tell you?"

I chuckle. "Should I start running now?"

He shakes his head. "I don't run." He says, dramatically laying down on the grass.

"Seriously though, what do you want to talk about?"

Zeke shrugs. "I dunno. I got bored and decided that I wanted to get to know you better."

"Alright. Sounds good."

"Okay, tell me everything about yourself. Christina and I need to know everything about you so we can hook you up with someone."

I roll my eyes. "Good luck with that."

He smirks. "Christina set Uriah and Will up, with my help, of course. They've been together for three years now. She's only ever failed to get someone together like once and that's just because Tris is absolutely impossible. I wouldn't doubt her abilities if I were you."

I open my mouth to speak, but I get cut off by a very high-pitched scream. I jump, shocked at the sudden sound, noticing that the scream just came from Zeke. Will and Uriah are standing behind him, laughing so hard the look like they might pass out.

I start laughing as well. Zeke looks really angry for getting scared so badly by his brother and his boyfriend.

"What are you two doing here?" Zeke asks. "I thought you two were staying home with dads."

Will nodded. "We were but then Phil had to go to the store and Dan started having another existential crisis and neither of us wanted to deal with that without Phil." Will explains, Uriah nodding his head in agreement.

"You guys are such idiots." Zeke mutters, laughing a little.

"What are you guys up to?" Uriah asks, sitting down next to me.

Zeke starts rambling and we stay like this for a few hours, just talking and laughing.

I'm extremely happy as I drive home. I finally found people that I can be confident around. Marcus made it so I always worry about what others think, but I now finally have people that I can be my old self around.

It's only been a day, but I can tell that this is going to be great.

A/N- I feel like this chapter was kind of boring. I'm sorry.

My writing also keeps going downhill. Does anyone have tips on how I can improve?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Goodnight (or morning or afternoon or whatever time it is where you live at the time you're reading this). Thanks for reading.