Chapter 3
Tris
Keep my glass full till morning light,
Cause I'm just holding on for tonight,
Tris woke up the next morning with a huge headache, her hangovers seemed to be getting worse and she knew if she didn't get help soon enough she would drink herself dead. Moving was the first step to her plan, where would she go? Tris had no idea, she would go where ever the road took her and her motorcycle. She wouldn't bring anything with her, she would leave her fail of a life behind but easier said than done.
Tris packed clothes and put her apartment up for rent. It wasn't the hardest part, she had to sell all of her furniture and get everything she would need to fit in to a backpack. She did manage, but she had the worse time throwing away the alcohol. She tried to do it but it was like trying to throw away her life, it was the only think that kept her sane.
"When will I ever learn," Tris sighed and picked up the next bottle. "You ruined my chances of having a life!" She exclaimed while throwing the bottle against the wall. "Why did it have to be me?! Why couldn't it have been someone else?! Arghhhh!" She yelled as she hurtled the bottles against the wall. She garbed the last bottle and unscrewed the cap. Without thinking she tipped the bottle back and drank, only pausing for air. Tears poured down Tris' pale cheeks, she never got why this had to happen to her. She was only holding on for tonight.
Tris grabbed a coat and ran down the stairs to her motorcycle. She threw her leg over the bike and drove off she drove to the place she always went, the bar. Every one there knew who she was so they let her paced the line and watched as she ordered drink after drink. She could feel the stares especially this one man that watched her from across the bar. She could feel his eyes try to drink her up and it bothered her, to the point she decided to leave.
Tris was too drunk to even see that the man was following her. He followed her all the way back to her apartment, he watched her as she closed the door and retreated to the bottle of whisky on the kitchen counter. She drank a few mouth fills before she even acknowledged the fact that some was knocking on the door. Placing the bottle on the counter she pulled herself off the ground and swayed her way to the door.
"What do you want?" she asked annoyed that someone would be bothering her at 7:00 p.m. on a Friday night. A man stood before her, the same man from the bar, his face flushed and he looked frustrated.
"You." Was all that he said before smacking his lips against hers and pushing his way through the door frame. She was confused, Tris didn't know this man. She had never seen him before tonight, so why would he want to kiss her?
She tried to push him off which only got herself a smack in the face. He threw her on her mattress on the floor. Tris' brain was clouded by the alcohol she had only just consumed, not that she was a light weight. She couldn't understand what this man wanted, didn't she? There was a small part in her brain that screamed at her but she didn't listen. She refused to believe he would want to do that to her, would he? He wouldn't want her, she claimed to look like a 16 year old, and who would want to do that to her, would he? Was he that sick?
"What do you want from me?" She asked, surprised that her voice was steady. He let out a sickening laugh, and stared at her body beneath him.
"If you stay quiet you could come with me a free woman or I could tie your arms and tape your mouth, no one would care." She felt tears well up in her eyes and blink them away. She refused to cry in front of this maniac.
Tris screamed as loud as she could but no one would listen. She lived in the Bronx, people screamed all the time, it was normal. Hot pain seared on her cheek, he had slapped her. His fist flew her way, hitting her smack dap on her jaw. It hurt but the alcohol she had consumed made the pain more bearable. Slowly Tris lifted her hands in surrender, she bowed her head and stood up so he could take her, there was no use fighting him.
"Now that's a good girl." She could hear the smile in this man's voice, he was twisted. "We're going back to my place to get you cleaned up then heading to a party." He grab her and shoved her against the wall in front of her. She let out a yelp of surprise and he laughed, a cold hard laugh. "You are mine now, I own you and there is nothing you," He pushed her in to the wall again. "Can do about it."
Tris was screwed, why was it always her? She heard stories about people being captured and abused, sold to the sex trade or even being killed but she never thought it would happen to her, she didn't even know this man and he wanted her for some strange reason that she couldn't even explain.
Tris Prior was as good as dead.