PLEASE READ THIS! k. so i'm thinking of starting another divergent high fan fiction and i'm going to work on it a lot before putting it up but i would like you to comment suggestions and feedback. hopefully the new one will be better than this one. so please comment and give me ideas and feedback. thank you!
-All.
six POV
I wake up to tori shaking me. i look at the clock. "it's 5:30 tori. what the hell?" I ask groggily. she just laughs. "you told me you wanted to be at the gym by 6:30 and to get you up early." I smile apologetically and get
up. I yawn. "thanks. I'm going to take a shower." I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I undress and stand in the shower. I turn on the hot water and wash my hair and shave. when I get out I wrap a towel
around me and blow dry my hair and put it in a messy bun. I do my makeup and put on a pink sports bra, stretchy black shorts and my pink trainers. I walk out of the bathroom and make some cereal for breakfast
before heading to the gym. I head over to the weights and grab the 60 pound weights and start lifting. I can lift 80 but I don't feel like it right now. I do 25 reps on each arm and then do my regular abs workout. I head
over to the bench press and load up 150 pounds. I lie down and bench press for about ten minutes. I get up and walk around drinking water for about five minutes before going over to the elliptical. i put my music on
loud and I've been going for about 45 minutes when i feel my phone buzz. i stop and check it. i got a text message from chris.
six it's 11:30. where are you?
gym. not coming to school.
that's all i say before going back to exercising. I've been going for about another hour when i decide to take a break. i check the time and it's 12:35. i take my hair down and shake it out before turning around to head
out for lunch. i turn around and i see the gang heading in. crap. i head to my private room. yes i have one i just never use because i didn't ever see the point but now i'm thankful. i stare at my hands that are covered
in cuts and bruises. i shrug and tape them before walking over to the punching bag. i start my music and work on my sequences. i don't notice when the door opens. i only stop when the bag falls to the ground. i turn
around and take off my earbuds. shoot. the gang followed me in here. i stare at my hands the tape is ripped and so are my knuckles. my hands are almost completely covered in bruises and bloody. i take off the tape
but don't bother cleaning them up. i ignore everyone and walk over to bench press more. i decide to put on 200 to work out more before i head home like i usually do. it's quite easy and i'm going for about ten minutes
not stopping before the guys come over and take the barbell away from me and put it back on the rack. i laugh to my self. it takes four of them to carry it. i ignore their attempt to get me to talk to them and walk over
to the treadmill and put my headphones in and blast my music. i slowly work it up to a sprint. eventually i feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and throw me over their shoulder. my earbuds fall out and i start
yelling. "hey. what the hell. put me down!" they put me down in a chair and i look up with anger and hatred in my eyes and realise it was four who did it. i can't look at him and my hatred immediately turns to pain and
i look away and run my hands through my hair. i stand up, put my hair up and put my hands behind my head and start pacing. i stop and look at everyone as tears start to fall down my face. i wipe my cheeks. their
silent tears and everyone seems to notice. "what do you want." i ask quietly so i don't break down. "were worried about you six." i stare at shauna. she's the one who said it. my eyes flick from each of their faces and
around the room as tears start to fall again. i finally stare at the ground "well don't. don't worry. and just leave me alone." my voice gradually grows louder util i'm almost yelling. Christina stands up. "six. come on.
were your friends. let us hel..." i know what she was gonna say. 'let us help. were here for you.' I've heard it before. i cut her off before she can finish. i'm yelling now but i don't realise it. "no! no chris! your not! i can't
do that! i can't do that to you!" they all have looks of shock and confusion on their faces. i wipe my face and walk to my bag and grab my throwing knives. i walk to the targets at the back that are shaped like people. i
throw one and it hits the chest.. i throw two more and they hit the same place just millimeters apart. i have one left. i flip it in my hand. Uriah finally speaks up. "what can't you do to us?". i throw the knife as hard as i
can as tears are streaming down my face. it hits right in between where your eyes would be and goes in till almost the entire handle is in the target. it makes a loud bang when it hits right after uri is done talking. i
don't face them. i just start talking as i stare at the target. "your good people uri. i can't let something that good into my life and let it get screwed up. i'd be building myself up for disappointment. anytime i let
something good into my life i always ruin it. i can't do that to you knowing what's going to happen." my voice is cracking and my hand are clenched into fists. "please go." i whisper as i pack up my bag. i start to walk
out as a hand stops me. it was zeke. he starts talking. "why would it get ruined." i turn back and i'm sure my fear shows. "caleb with do anything he can to ruin my life. and he's not the only one in my family who hates
me. nobody in my family believes i deserve to be loved and i don't either. if they find one good thing in my life they will sure as hell find a way to ruin it." i yank my arm away and walk out to my bike. someone comes
up and spins me around. it's four. "six. i really like you and i hate to see you this way. this is something I've never told anyone and i want you to know it. my real name is tobias eaton and i think i'm in love with you."
he smiles. no. no. no. eaton. marcus eaton. no.
flashback to new York.
"Beatrice! get your ass in here so i can show marcus how to discipline his child.." i hear my father yell. i slowly walk in. "Marcus's son tobias has been misbehaving lately and he came to me for advice. you know the
drill." he says. i get down on my knees and take off my shirt. i look up and marcus smirks. i feel the familiar pain of the belt across my back. i fall on my hands and knees and let out a scream. i start crying as he keeps
going. "don't be shy marcus. join me." i feel two belt lash across my back and my father laughs. they walk away leaving me on the floor. i don't know how long i stayed there but i never saw marcus again.
end of flashback.
i stare petrified at him. " i am so sorry four." that's all i choke out before turning around and climbing on my bike. i don't put on my helmet yet. i just sit there and the tears start to fall. "wait. six. what are you sorry
for?" he asks.i can here the worry and confusion in his voice. i turn and i'm positive he can see the regret and pain and anger and sadness all in my eyes. i say it quietly before putting my helmet on and leaving.
"everything marcus did. it was my fault." while i'm riding i look back and see him standing there. i can't face him again. i can't believe i did that to him. it's all my fault. i get home and run up to my room. tori and bud
aren't home so i grab a razor and lock the door. an hour later i'm lying in bed with cuts on my thighs and arms. i deserved it. i put on a giant sweatshirt and sweat pants. i pack my stuff and go back to caleb. after all i
caused to happen to happen to four just because i decided not to run away when i had planned to i deserve whatever caleb throws at me. i ride up to the house and go inside. caleb comes down and he becomes furious
i don't know what happened but i wake up on the kitchen floor with searing agonizing pain in my shoulder. i look and there's a knife stuck in it. i get up groaning and crying stifling my screams and look around me. i'm
covered im blood and cuts and bruises. my body and face is different shades of purple and blue. i can't move my arm and i don't want to pull the knife out yet so i slowly walk up stairs. i yell when i get to the top.
"caleb i'm taking a shower." my throat is sore. probably from yelling and screaming last night. i hear him mumble a "whatever bitch." from somewhere in the house. i jump in the shower and wash myself careful of the
knife in my shoulder. when i'm done i call bud. i know i can trust him. we both know if this got out it would make it much worse for me. he comes over and i wrap a towel around myself. he comes in the house after
caleb leaves and i yell that i'm upstairs. he comes in with gauze and a sling. i yank the knife from my shoulder while screaming through my teeth. it's covered in blood and blood starts to run down my arm. bud takes
care of the wound and helps me get dressed. i decide i don't care about my completely bruised body. i wear a black short sleeved crop top and black stretchy mini shorts. i put on my black combat boots and leather
jacket and bud helps me with the sling and i ride to school. I've been riding since i was 12 so i can ride one handed no problem. i get to school and park and take off my helmet. i grab my school bag and start walking i
pass the gang and they all jump up and run. they stand in front of me so i can't go anywhere. all the girls are on the verge of tears and the guys look furious. Chris is the first one to talk. "six. what happened." as she
talks her voice starts to crack. i don't look at any of them. " i went home to Caleb." Uriah's face saddens. i hear him ask. "what happened to your arm?" i look between their faces then look back at the ground before
talking. "i got stabbed." the girls start crying and i hear four growl. "i'll kill him. i swear." i look up at him. "no" i say firmly. he looks confused and angry. "but six." i cut him off. i'm almost yelling. "no! no four! i
deserved it! just leave him alone!" i try to push passed them but they're like a wall. i turn around so i don't have to look at them and i feel a hand softly on my back pressing me forward. i walk and we sit down and look
up. it's four. i feel tears start to fall. "i'm so sorry Tobias. i'm so sorry." that's all i can say. he brushes a piece of hair from my face and i wince. he whispers. "how did you know about Marcus?" i feel more tears fall as i
answer. "because it's my fault. it's all my fault Tobias. i'm so sorry." i starts sobbing. "i'm so sorry." he envelopes me in his arms gently so he doesn't hurt me. "why is it your fault." i can feel him speak against my hair
as he holds me. "because my father is the one who showed him how to discipline you." i whisper it because i'm worried if i talk louder i'll start crying again. "what do you mean." he's rocking me and were hugging each
other. his voice is tight like he's on the verge of tears. "i remember one day when we were in new York. i planned to run away the next morning but i decided to wait till everyone was asleep the next night. my father
never liked me let alone loved me. i remember my father said his friend Marcus Eaton was coming over for dinner so to be on our best behaviour. after dinner i went into the kitchen and my father and Marcus went into
the living room. i heard him talking. he was talking about how his son Tobias had been acting like a smartass lately and he didn't know how to deal with it. my father laughed and called me in. he told me that Marcus
wanted to know how to discipline his child. then he said 'you know the drill' and i knew what was going to happen. i pulled my shirt off and got down on my knees." i take a shaky breath trying not to cry. i feel four
crying into my hair. i decide to continue. "i felt the belt come down on my back and i fell onto my hands and knees. i felt it come down again and again. finally he stops and chuckled. then i heard the most terrifying
words i'd ever heard. i remember them exactly. my father said. ' don't be shy Marcus. join me.' and then i felt it again and again. i don't know how long it went on but i never saw Marcus again and my father never beat
me like that again either." i remember i have no tattoos on my back. i look up and see Tobias crying he kisses my fore head. and whispers to me. "it's not your fault. it's not your fault." i hug him and he whispers to me
again. "I've never seen the scars on your back though." I pull back and push the back of my pants and shirt down a little. there is a slight line where my back becomes much more pale than my neck and hips. "you
haven't seen them because my back is too covered to tell." I whisper as I turn around. he pulls me to him and we kiss. after we break apart i wrap my arm around his neck and my legs around his waist and bury my
face in his neck and we both cry.
zeke POV
we look at them and six is clinging to four. I look closer and realise that their both sobbing. I hit Uriah. "ow! what was that for?" he asks. "you guys. they're both balling." I say we all immediately run over and sit at the
table with them. by now it's almost 10:30 so were the only ones outside. six never lets go of him or turns around but four does. he's still holding her. "four. dude what's wrong. why were you to crying?" I ask. I'm really
worried about them. four never cries. he looks at us and I can see the pain and anger in his eyes. he talks low. not quiet but low. "she knew about Marcus." we all gasp softly. he told us about Marcus last year. "how." it
was Christina who spoke. she asked it in almost a whisper. he explains the story and how she thought what happened to him was her fault and that's why she felt like she deserved what Caleb did to her. were all in
tears by the end of it and in a big group hug. six eventually breaks away and looks up at me. I kiss her head and pull her to me. "were your family now." I say. "we'll protect you." she nods and laughs with relief and
joy. we won't let anyone hurt her again. and we make the promise right then and there.