Tris POV

"Tris. Run."

I refuse to leave the love of my life to be bullied and abused. As I hear keys rattle, I quickly open the closet door metres away and with several tugs of Tobias' arms I quickly slide him into the closet. I can see he's crying out of pain and biting his knuckles to avert screaming and to avoid giving away our hiding place. Once Tobias is safely in, I grab the towel and paracetamol that were on the floor not caring about the blood stains left behind and shut myself in too.

Marcus Eaton eventually opens the door and I can see through the cracks in the door that he begins to sway side to side holding a vodka bottle in the air as if it was his trophy. I'm so thankful he's drunk because if he hadn't he would have got in the door a lot more quickly and I'm simply not strong enough to move Four in one go.

I look down at Tobias in the closet, the dim light lighting up his gruesome injuries. I don't care what he says , I'm getting him out somehow, I don't know how, but I will.

Marcus drags himself up the stairs and hear him collapse on the bed. I'm about to speak to Tobias but he's passed out. I don't whether it's a good thing or bad thing but if it means I can drag him outside without him being in immense pain - it's a good thing.

However I realise I won't be able to get him in my car on my own so I call my foster parents. I have to ring twice before they even pick up,

"Hello." My foster mum June answers,

"June, I need you help, well Four needs you help." I hear her whisper to my foster dad,

"Tris what's happened?"

"Can you pick me up from Four's house, he's hurt, I can't move him on my own." I hear a ruffle on the other end of the phone,

"We're coming as quick as possible sweetie."

While I'm waiting for my foster parents to come, I hear a smash upstairs quickly followed by loud footsteps crashing running down the stairs.

"Oh Tobias... Come out come out wherever you are." Marcus slurs,

In the closet, although unconscious, Four starts to moan in pain. I try and settle him by stoking his arm but it doesn't work, his moans are getting louder.

"Tobias you've got to be quiet. He'll find us." I whisper in his ear, it doesn't work. Tobias let's out a loud grunt and this time I'm sure Marcus heard it.

My worst fears are confirmed when I hear Marcus' footsteps heading towards the closet, in moments the door is ripped open and light blinds me. Suddenly, an arm grabs my shoulder and drags me out the closet into the hallway,

"Well well, look who it is, it's Andrew Prior's daughter, or shall I say the dead Andrew Prior's daughter." I clench my teeth, how dare he talk about my father like that?

"He used to be a friend of mine, until he got himself killed and looks like he left his spying daughter behind." He then looks into the closet to see Tobias laying on his stomach. "What business do you have with my son?" Marcus asks,

I don't reply, but instead his gaze falls to my stomach where my hands are protecting my unborn baby, Marcus laughs in a evil manor,

"He got you pregnant? My stupid, waste of a space son got you pregnant? Didn't he? Well we'll soon change that!"

My whole body fill with terror, he wants to kill my baby.

While I'm on the floor, Marcus looks at me and laughs again. What kind of sick human being is he? It doesn't take long before his demeanour changes and he becomes angry. I take a quick glance at Tobias, he still has not woken up. Marcus notices my quick look,

"Say goodbye." Immediately I am kicked in the head and my vision begins to blur. I hold my hands of my stomach even more tightly, protecting my baby is all I care about. Marcus then starts to repeatedly kick in my stomach,

"Please, no my baby." I croak out, saying that seems to make the situation a lot worse as Marcus brings his fist and connects it with my abdomen. I scream.

I begin to feel drowsy as my head is banging, but before I pass out I hear a shout at the door.

"Tris is that you?" My foster parents are here. I sigh in relief. Just before the darkness takes me all I can think,

Please save me.

Please save Tobias. But most of all.

Please save my baby.

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