Hey guys! Look, I know it's been awhile since my last update and I am incredibly sorry for that! But, the good news is I am getting to the great stuff. So even though it takes longer to write, the thought process when writing is more advanced. Thank you guys for reviewing, following, and favoriting. I hop you enjoy chapter 8! Love you all!

Tris POV

When I get home I change into some pajamas and start watching a Once Upon A Time. I wonder how this party will end up. I mean the only two people I will know there are Four and Chris.

Ahh...Four. My dream guy. Wait wait wait. I am seriously falling for him? I can't be falling for this guy I just met. I mean I know I said I loved him the other day but that was only because of the loss of blood right? Plus why would he like me? I am awkward, immature(physically), and not pretty at all.

Oh shut up! He totally likes you! Why would he invite you to his party if he doesn't?

Because he wants to be nice. I am new here so he is trying to help me get to know some people.

I am so confused. As you can tell my brain likes to fight over outcomes of difficult situations.

I fall asleep on the couch thinking about the different options between Four and I.

All of the sudden I am awaken by a slam of the front door.

"What the hell, Peter!"

"Why are you so grumpy?" He slurs.

He his definitely drunk.

"Peter, you are incredibly drunk. Can you please just go to bed and sober up?"

"Fine."

As he starts to stumble away he turns around and whispers in my ear, "you look good Tris."

I've had enough of this asshole! I slap him hard across the face. Why the hell does he think he has the rite to do that?!

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I try to act nice and you slap me! What makes you think you can disrespect your boyfriend like that?!"

"You are not my boyfriend," I hiss deadly calm.

"Get over here you little bitch! You just crossed the line big time. I knew you weren't erudite, but I didn't think you were this stupid," he growls back.

I know if I don't get out of here now I am going to die. There is no question about it.

"You're correct. I'm not erudite, but I'm sure as hell dauntless."

And with that I run. I run out the front door to the street. I grab my phone and quickly call 911.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"I have an abusive boyfriend and he is trying to murder me."

"Okay. What is your location?"

"I am currently leaving 5461 Faction Drive, but I am headed for Amity a Lake."

"Alright. Stay calm we are sending help."

"Thank you."

Just as I hang up I hear a gun shot and a thump. Peter shot a bullet and it barely missed me hitting the tree directly beside me. Shit! I'm not going to last long.

The next bullet goes into my left shoulder. I scream out in pain as the blackness takes away my vision.

I fall to the concrete. When I land I hear a thud and a crack. I feel blood running down my neck and back. Right as the darkness was consuming me I heard a familiar voice screaming my name as it got closer I saw what I was hoping for. Those blue eyes.

I know, I know I'm mean for ending it like this...but it had to be done. and I know it's short but ran out of ideas with out getting too far into story. 5 more reviews for next chapter! Keep giving me constructive criticism!