A/N: Thanks for reading! Crazybooklover7676, sometimes I would love to throw a table at my sister! But I love her anyways! It's just how different people handle things! There are some people who I would love to throw a table at... or a fist!

***Peter's POV***

I skip out of my apartment at two o'clock. Tris will probably go to the park at three to see Tobias cheating on her, and that will be my chance to snatch her up.

At three o'clock sharp Tris shows up and hides behind a tree, looking around. I sneak up behind her and put a hand over her mouth. "There you are babe. Miss me?"

She turns to me in my arms and I take my hand off her mouth. "Peter, I'm so sorry for everything. I should have never let Four do those things. Look at your face! Your perfect face is ruined." I'm smiling at Tris's words. "Four was so controlling. I'm sorry. I love you, Peter."

"Turn of events, huh Tris? Now you want me? Maybe I don't want you anymore. You have to bed me to take you," I say.

"Peter!" she exclaims, then kisses me on the lips, making me flinch. I didn't expect it. Tris pulls away and asks "Did I scare you?"

"No, you gave me what I've been waiting for," I say.

Her arms wrap around my waist, and I'm surprised.

"Peter, you know it's against the law. I love you, but we have to be married," she says, her face leaning closer to mine.

Before I move to kiss her, I say, "Screw the law. Let's be rebels together."

Our lips connect again, and this time I'm ready. I hold the back of her head and push her face closer to mine. Our lips move in synch, and I push the thought of Four away from my mind. She seems to have pushed him away, too. I can't believe it worked so easily, one little text. My hands move down to her waist and push at the bottom of her shirt. She fiddles with the hem of my own. I pull away almost unwillingly.

"Tris, not here…" I murmur. She nods in response.

I pick her up and she gasps in surprise, but smiles at me. I give her the helmet to my bike and don't have to wrap her arms around me this time. Our bodies are pressed tightly against one another's before I even rev the engine up.

I drive a few blocks to my apartment, happy to have Tris with me. Now my parents will see I can get a girl. Now they will see I'm not a failure.

I park and hold her close while we head up to the apartment. She doesn't seem nervous like I expected, but confident and beaming. I can't help but smile as well. Just wait until Eric hears about this!

When I open the door, my father immediately steps into the hall. He eyes Tris skeptically, as though he thinks she may just disappear with a puff of smoke at any second. Finally, though, he gives her a smile.

"Hello," he says, extending his hand for her to take.

They shake hands a bit awkwardly before Tris speaks. "I'm Tris."

He nods his head. "You can call me Mr. Hayes."

Tris continues down the hall, and my dad gives me a smile. I feel something shift inside me at his praise. It feels as good as I thought it would, and it's a relief.

I move her into my room and she turns to face me again. I cup her hands in my face as gently as I can as she traces the bruises and scrapes on my face. I close my eyes and let her follow the lines of every one, with fingers as light as a feather.

Her lips gently meet my black eye, and I shiver. My hand is still throbbing, but it's not broken and is only bruised, so that when she takes it in her own it doesn't hurt. Her hair tickles my face as she traces my jaw with her lips.

I pull her closer to me and sit on the bed with her legs straddling me. She pushes on my chest for me to lay down, but I'm suddenly tense. Despite what I said earlier, I don't want this from her yet. I mainly said it to get a reaction from her, and succeeded.

She pulls back when I open my eyes and gives me a pout, asking, "Peter?"

I don't know what comes over me exactly, but the thought of my dad crushing my hand last night and banging my head into the table makes me scared for Tris. I can't fight him off, and he's dangerous.

"You should go," I tell her.

"Is everything okay?" she asks, genuinely worried.

"You need to go, Tris. I'll text you later." I can't get the feeling of dread out of my stomach.

She lifts herself slowly, as if anticipating me to pull her back to me, but I don't. She exits my room, and seconds later my father comes in.

"Well, aren't you going to go with her?" he asks. I don't hear her footsteps anymore.

"No," I say dully.

He huffs out of his nose. "You are going to go with her, dammit, Peter!"

He strides over to me and thumps me on the head. Usually he hits me on the upper arm or chest so that the bruises won't show, so he must be mad this time.

"How do you expect to get a girl if you just let them walk out like that!" he doesn't phrase it as a question, but a command.

He grabs me by my hair and jerks me upright. His face is inches from mine, menacing and hateful. His hand, fisted in my mane, drags me out and into the hallway. Before he slams the door I can see the hole in the wall from where I punched it.

I'm thrown against the panel, my head making a sick cracking sound in the process. I hear someone intake a breath sharply, and glance to see Tris standing at the door, ready to go. My eyes plead with her to leave, but she ignores the message.

My father slaps my face, and I know I don't want Tris anywhere near him. I thought he would be happy!

He lifts his hand, poised to strike again, when Tris is suddenly in between us.

"No! I saw Four's dad do this, and I'm not seeing it again!" she calls out. So that's what had happened when I showed up. No wonder Four beat the poop out of me.

I hear the slap before I see it. The instant his hand touches her face, I'm there. I curl my hand into a fist and strike as hard as I can, years of rage coming out like with the wall. His jaw slackens and then he stumbles back and onto the floor.

"Tris…" I reach out to her and trap her in a hug. Just as I tilt her chin up to see the damage, the door bursts open. Four.

"I'm sorry, Peter," she whispers to me.

"You hit her!" Four accuses me, absolutely livid.

"No, my father did!"

He looks to Tris for the truth, who nods at my story. He grabs Tris from my arms, and I let him. He doesn't hit me or say anything. He turns his back and leaves, and I realize they knew.

I punch the door and run out, unable to stay here. I head towards Eric's second home. Tris lied to me. She kissed me and made me think she liked me. I'm such a fool.

****Tris's POV****

Tobias grips me tight. Peter was… not what I expected. Of course I wasn't going to break the laws with him, but he had stopped me. Why was that? Was he afraid of getting in trouble, or did he have some other reason? Then there is the fact that he protected me from his father. In a way he reminds me of Tobias.

Is it wrong to feel bad for him? Is it wrong for me to not share these feelings with Tobias?

"Are you alright?" Tobias asks me.

I nod my head, but he catches my chin in his warm hand. Just like Peter, he checks out the bruise on my cheek. It wasn't that hard of a slap, but it wasn't exactly a walk in the park, either. He gently strokes the spot with his thumb without saying anything.

"What happened?" he asks. For once, I don't want to tell him. He won't believe me, and really I can't believe it myself.

"Tris?" he presses.

My lip begins to quiver. "He took me back to his apartment, and his dad was right at the door. I didn't really know what to make of it. He led me back to his room," he tenses up considerably, "and we kissed again. It got a little… intense, and we were sitting on his bed."

Tobias looks ready to interrupt me, but waits for me to finish instead.

"With the way we were going, he probably thought we were going to break the laws. I pushed him further, and he just stopped. He told me that I should leave, that I needed to leave. When I did, I heard his father yelling at him about letting me go. He-" I stop to take shaky breath, "He started beating on him. I came over to stop him, and his dad hit me. All of sudden Peter was there, and his dad was passed out."

We're in the main lobby of the apartment buildings now, and Tobias has stopped. He shakes his head in disbelief, and then asks, "Did his dad say anything to him?"

I shrug. "Just about letting me go. You believe me, right?"

He nods his head, eyes fixed pointedly on my shoes. He brings me closer to him and hugs me for comfort. I decide not to tell him I apologized to Peter. It didn't do much good anyway, I'm sure, and I don't need Tobias thinking that I like him.

The worst part of it all is that I don't feel bad for leaving that part out; omitting it from him has no negative effect on me, and that's scary. How can I lie so easily?

I hear rapid footsteps coming towards us, and look up to see Peter. He doesn't look at me or Tobias and instead walks right past us. He goes outside, gets on his bike, and then disappears.

"We better be careful, it looks like he's mad," Tobias says.

"It looks like he's hurt," I say. This is my fault, and I have to fix this. "You know what?" I ask Tobias, "I think I'm going to get ahold of my old friend Julia and see if she is in need of a boyfriend."

"You mean the one that I met that ate the glue we were using to put sparkles on paper when we were little?" Tobias asks laughing.

I nod my head, "Yes, why?"

"Seems like a good match."

My heart feels a little lighter. I know exactly where Peter is headed, and I know who should be the one to find him there.

A/N: Because this chapter is sort of something not everyone can relate to in a question, let's just do a random Question of the Chapter relating to Will: What's your favorite band?

Here are our answers! (Like you really care… :P)

JerkNone: Muse, The Killers, Foster The People, oh wait, one? MUSE! Deadstar and Stockholm Syndrome are pwopa! So is Plug in Baby, Butterflies and Hurricanes, Micro Cuts… ok every song! And Matt's piano skillz are amazing! He's a classically trained musician with a voice that can get super high and low!

JerkZero: So Papa Roach is like totally hard-core rock, if you'd like that. I like some Nickelback, Anberlin (love them!), the Fray and mostly Daughtry. If you don't know one Daughtry song you need to google him right now! Songs are reliable, and amazing! Just saying...

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