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Boy: How old are you?

Girl: 13

Boy: Are you a virgin?

Girl: No

Boy: Slut

Girl: He doesn't know I was raped. ..

1 month later

Boy: Knocks on door.

Girl's mom: what do you want?

Boy: Is she a Non Virgin?

Mom: Yes her dad raped her and then left.

Boy: Speechless

Four Pov

"You don't have to carry me Four." She says and I would answer but I need all of my breath for running so I just lightly shrug. "Zeke, where we going?" Tris asks over my shoulder.

"Four has a secret cottage. Inherited from, erm, a few people. We're going to stay there for a while as they'd have probably realized you're missing by now and if not, they will tomorrow. You'll be fine. And we'll teach self-defense."

"Okay. Wait, really?"

"Of course." Zeke responds and I hear the sincere smile in his voice.

"I don't know." Tris whispers after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" I croak out. Tris clears her throat and shakes her head.

"Nothing." must be the voices in her head.

Tris' POV

I don't know why but I feel safe in Four's arms. Held tightly against his chest like protecting me from whatever might happen. We turn the corner and I hear shouting. I look at Four he says 2 simple words.

"Run Beatrice" So I run but when I turn around I see what I'm running from I see at least twenty guards with guns in hand, they must have found out I was running away with a Four's help I keep running. My legs ache, my lungs burn, every time my feet touch the ground a shock of pain goes through my body. The pain is almost as unbearable as the voices. I push myself to go faster and I almost trip over my own feet but catch myself then Four and Zeke run next to me. We keep running then I hear boots pounding on the ground behind us.

"Zeke take her to the cottage I'll take it from here."

"OK dude" Zeke picks me up and runs.

"Zeke..." I say and he raises an eyebrow sad if to say 'what?' "Your hand is on my butt..." He slides his hand to my back and is carrying me bridle style. He runs faster and almost drops me.

Four's POV

I know who it is its Amar, but when I turn around it's not Amar its Eric.

Q"What the hell why are you stealing my girlfriend?" Eric asks. I can smell the beer in his breath.

"She isn't your girlfriend."

"Yes, she is." He growls and lunges at me. (I'M A LOADED GUN! AN ONLY SON! BUT I'M NOBODY'S HERO!)

I step aside and he runs past me.

"How are you her boyfriend when she loathes you?"I ask and he scoffs.

"She loves me." He says and I hold in my laughter. I pull a gun from the waistband of my jeans and shoot Eric in the head. I run in the direction of cottage. Half way there I see Amar dead on the ground, his body limp. Blood is pooling around his head and left arm. I keep running trying not to look back at his body. I know if I do I'll loose it. I'll break down. He was like a father to me. I shake my head and Sprint to the cottage when it's in seeing distance. A loud gunshot goes off and a girl screams in agony. Tris screams in agony.

WELL GUYS. SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER BUT U CAN BLAME IMAGINEFAN. ALSO! BIG THANKS TO IMAGINEFAN AND BOOKSLOVER2000 FOR HELPING ME OUT WITH THIS CHAPTER. I ASKED ONE PERSON TO HELP AND THEY DIDN'T ANSWER FOR A WHILE SO I ASKED THE OTHER AND THEY BOTH GAVE ME STUFF TO PUT IN HERE. ANYWAY, I'M SORRY BUT I WON'T UPDATE ANY OF MY STORIES UNTIL IMAGINEFAN SURRENDERS. THIS ALSO GOES FOR MY OTHER STORY.