I had some questions about the nicknames from a guest Reviewer named Emma. So I'll explain. Tobias and Aundrea both have two different nicknames. Tobias has Four as in the books, but Aundrea calls him Bass because Bias isn't a very good nickname. Aundrea's nicknames are Andy and Ann. Andy is her Dauntless name that Tris gave her and Ann is Tobias' nickname for her. I hope that clears things up for all of you that were wondering as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

Chapter 9: Places

"Didn't realize you where so skinny, Stiff." My eyes open to the sound of Peter's voice. Why is he saying that? I turn and don't see him around me.

"Get away from me." Tris voice is below me. I lift myself off the bed and look over carefully.

"This isn't the Hub, you know. No one has to follow a Stiff's orders here." Tris is in a towel with the dress in hand and Peter is towering over her. Looking at her like a piece of meat, my father did that to me some times. I watch as Drew and Molly gather around him.

"Look at her, she's practically a child." Molly smirks.

"Oh, I don't know, she could be hiding something under that towel. Why don't we have a look and see?" Drew speaks for the first time, at least from what I heard. I got to do something. I grip onto the side of the bed and hurl myself over right as Tris runs under Peter's arm. I grad for the falling towel, but Peter already yanked it away. Right now, I side in between Tris and the laughing group. Part of me wants to beat the living crap out of them, but Tris needs me right now. I glare at them one final time and run after the crying girl. I flank her as she runs to the bathroom so no one can come around and see something they shouldn't. Once in the bathroom, she leans against the door and catches her breath. Her whole body shakes and I crouch down to her level and pull her into a hug.

"Just say the word and I will beat the living crap out of him. You already faced him, so I can have my swing at him." I whisper into her ear as she slowly hugs me back.

"How do you expect to do that? He is stronger than you." She asks as she tries to calm herself. I can't really say I ask Four something and he will do it.

"I got my ways." I tell her as I pull away from her and look her in the eyes. "Which one you want? Molly or Drew." I ask her with a smirk. "You can take both of them because you stronger now." Tris looks at me as she wipes her tears away.

"Where were you yesterday? I left you with Four and he and you disappear." She asks me suddenly. "I didn't even see you come in last night."

"I didn't come in last night." I tell her truthfully. "I came in right after you left to change." Tris looks at me confused. "Not what it looks like. Four was just helping with some things. Nothing more."

"That you had to be with him the entire day and night?" She asks as she stares at me. "You have bruises all over you." Dang, the makeup didn't cover it up well. I stand up normally and step back.

"Long story, but it doesn't matter right now. You need to get dressed so we can get you something to wear." I tell her.

"The pants don't fit." Tris informs me.

"I would give you my spare, but they would be too long for you to wear and fight in." I smirk. "We are going to go shopping." She smiles and pulls on her dress. I walk over to the mirror above the sink and look at my face. I though Bass and I did a good job covering it up. What am I going to do now? Can't really explain why I have the bruise over my face, arms, stomach and legs. Can't really say that Four was given me privet lessons so I leave with less injuries and I can win faster. Granted, today is the last day for fighting in initiation, but I will need it later. He also worked on my knife throwing; good thing there isn't noticeable marks from that lesson on myself. I kind of missed and got Bass's ear. I told him that it was payback for hitting Tris yesterday. I got punched for that comment and that lead to the fighting lessons. Now I can use what I learned against Peter today. This should be fun.

"Is it bad that I want to hurt them?" Tris asks me as I poke my face where Bass first hit me. It's a dull throb now.

"Not really. But not Abnegation or 'Stiff' behavior." I tell her with a laugh and she smiles a little.

"Right." She laughs a little bit. Tris is like a little sister to me. I don't know why, but she is. Her and I leave the bathroom laughing and go to get her new pants and shirt. As she picks out her new cloths, I stare out the door to the shop looking for Bass. I told her that I might leave unexpectedly, so don't worry about it. When I see him walking to the training room, I dart out of the store and follow him into the hallway silently. I stay silent until I don't see a camera.

"Bass." I whisper into his ear and touch his shoulder.

"What?" He asks with a tired voice. He turns and looks at me.

"I got a favor to ask." Bass's face changes to an almost annoyed look. "It's because of Tris." I add the last part and the look drops.

"What about her?" The tiredness leaves his voice.

"I need to fight Peter and Tris needs to fight either Molly or Drew." I tell him quietly and quickly. Bass looks slightly confused.

"What does that have to do anything with her?" He asks me. I sigh, I didn't want to tell him, but I'm going to have too.

"Tris's pants didn't fit this morning so she walked back to the dorm with a towel around her and Peter cornered her and started making fun of her. Molly and Drew joined in and Peter ripped her towel off as she tried running away." I tell him in my quiet voice. "She is stronger now, but she isn't strong enough to face him again. But she might be able to fight Molly or Drew." Bass looks to the floor and thinks.

"She will last better with Molly." He says and I hug him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I whisper into his ear and he pushes me off.

"Knock it off Ann. I'm not a hugger anymore." I roll my eyes.

"Does it look like I care?"I ask him sarcastically.

"You do, if you want me to give you Peter to fight." He threatens and I take a moment to think.

"You have to anyway. You want to get even with him for ripping her towel off, before you could." I smirk and step away from him as his cheeks heat up. "So you will put someone you trained to beat the crap out of him." Bass looks at me a little shocked.

"Ann, that is gross." He says. "I'm not like that at all." I shrug my shoulders; I'm about four feet from him now. I can run away from him if he goes after me for saying that. So I'm safe right now.

"You can't lie to me, I know you too well." I remind him. "It has only been two years, you can't change your sign of bluffing in that little amount of time."

"I like the personality." He says and I roll my eyes.

"And how she looks. Don't lie to me. Everyone should be happy with how their crush and their other looks." I walk a little farther back because he is walking towards me.

"Like you think Uriah is handsome." I shake my head.

"That's different, Bass. I never experience that before, so how can I know. It might be because he is like a brother to me. All I know is that if someone is nice to you, you should be nice back." I tell him as I walk back. "I got to go before you kill me." I smirk again and run off, back to Tris.

000

"Did you leave?" Tris asks me as we walk. We are a little late, but I had to make sure she and I got something to eat. I bite my muffin.

"Yeah, I got it squared away." I tell her once I shallow. "You don't have to worry, just fight."

"Why are you doing this? I don't get it." She asks me.

"We are from the same faction, we got to stand up for each other." I tell her.

"You do it to Christina, Will, and Al too." Tris points out.

"Well, they're my first friends. But I think there is something in the code of friendship that means you're willing to stand up for them when they need it." It's not a lie, but it's not my reason. She isn't from Candor, so she wouldn't know. She nods and I open the door. We are the last ones in here. Christina, Will and Al walk over to us.

"Hey, where were you this morning?" She asks Tris. Then she looks at me. "Where were you yesterday and this morning?"

"Doing stuff. You?" I ask her and she shakes her head and looks back at Tris. She knows I won't tell her.

"I got held up." She tells her as she looks at the board. Four is still working on the opponents, but she will get Molly.

"You okay, Tris? You look a little…" Al starts to ask her, but she cuts him off.

"A little what?" She is anxious. I didn't tell her how or who she was going to get. I can't help but smirk when Four moves and he kept his promise. I got Peter in the second to last match and Tris has Molly.

"On edge." Al finishes calmly.

"She will be fine. Don't worry about it." I smile and I place my hand on his shoulder and he looks to the board.

"Go easy on me, okay?" He asks Christina and she laughs.

"I don't make promises." She smirks. That won't be a hard fight. Al has been acting during the entire initiation. I look over at Four and smile gently at him. All he does is roll his eyes and walks away from the board. So I lean against the wall as Christina and Al look at me.

"What?" I ask them. Today I'm feeling a lot better. Not quite the 'high', but getting there.

"Where were you after the game and then for the rest of the day?" Christina's voice is firm.

"I was doing things I needed to do." I tell her. It's the truth, but vague. She looks at me and demands an answer. "Alright, I was in the hospital dealing with allergies and a cut on my leg. Okay?" I lift my pant leg and show her the cut. What I forgot is there are bruises all around the cut. Bass's way to get me to stop kicking with this leg. "I went into Anaphylactic shock if I'm bitten by stuff." I deadpan. "I wasn't feeling well afterword and Four took me the hospital. I got the cut while on the roof. Helen didn't want to me to leave until the morning. I raced over here and started to get sick again, Four took me back because I was refusing to go." Hopefully nether of them caught that lie. Most of it was true.

"Oh, how are you feeling now?" Christina asks as she pulls me into a hug.

"Like if I told people, they would take pity on me." I deadpan and she lets go of me.

"Are you sure you can fight Peter then? Four should be able to change it." Al asks. He isn't too sure about my story.

"No he won't. Four is always pissing me off. I doubt he will change it because I ask him. He wants to punish me for not wanting to go back." I lie again as the fight between Will and Myra finish. Will won. "Now, go fight each other." I wave them off. "I'm tired." I say with a yawn.

"You can try talking with him." Christina smiles before leading Al into the arena.

"So how did you get the bruise?" Tris whispers to me.

"I fought with him. One hit and I was out." This confuses her.

"Four hit you?" She asks.

"After I hit him. It was reflex." I tell her. It's the truth, but I didn't say with what.

"Oh…" I roll my eyes.

"It's fine. I got what I deserved for hitting someone that runs off of instincts. He is really a cool guy." I tell her. She only nods and we watch Edward and Drew go against each other. Christina only had to hit him three times to get him 'unable' to fight. They sit next to us and watch in silence. Edward knows how to fight, but Bass is better. The fight is over in five minutes and I stand up straight and I hear him.

"This will be over soon." Peter laughs out. I turn and look at him as I walk into the arena with nothing on my face. "What, no taunting?" He rolls his eyes as he gets in the arena as well. "Because you know that you have no change against me." I glance at Four. He shakes his head no. One thing he told me was not to taunt some people; it just will fuel them with more power. Some people run off of angry. Which is only smart for a moment in time and if you really don't have skill. I just stand there. "Come on. Nothing? Even after this morning and the towel?" he is trying to get me pissed. I breathe in and look at Four. He is looking at me hard. Then he nods. I crack my knuckles and bend my knees a hair and hold up my fists.

"Big talk for someone like you." I state, right before Peter smirks. I take that as I moment to hit. I run first and use my fist to hit him in the bottom of the chin. Bass called that an upper cut. I move my arm fast and punch him in the temple and his head snaps to the side and stumbles that way. I follow him and punch him with my other fist and his head turns to the other side. Then I let up. Peter is starting to recover. I am on the edge of the arena as he shakes his head and looks around. I'm right behind him. I wrap my arm around him neck and smirk as my lips are right next to his ear and pull tight. His hands start to paw and pound on my arm, but I don't move it. His strength is nothing compared to Bass and my father's beatings with the belt. My muscles are more defined in my arms and stomach than anywhere else on my because of him. I am cutting the air supply off. "Yeah big talk." I whisper into his ear.

"Stop her." I hear Molly snap at Four. He shakes his head and waits for me. He knows I know that this can kill him. But it will make him pass out first.

"I can kill you so simply, right here and right now." I whisper to him. "For earlier. Tris would be in here but she can't fight the same person twice. Just think, someone her size doing this to such as big bad bully." I mock him. "Don't you dare touch her again or I will beat you to a blood pulp. That's a promise." I tell him as he give up pawing at me and just grabs my arm. "You should consider yourself lucky. You are one of the best fighters and will be ranked pretty high. You don't want Tris to come in here and show you how she feels about the towel." Peter's air supply is dwindling down quick. "Give up and you will breath." I tell him. "Or I can let you pass out. Your choice." I smirk again when he pats my arm and I let go and he breaths hard. I walk past him to the end of the arena and I hear something shift. That jerk. I get hit before I can dodge.

"You will not make me look bad." He growls as I hit the ground. Now I'm pissed. I roll away from him and stand up. My nose is bleeding as I glare at him. Peter is faster now. He runs up to me and goes to punch me with his right fist, so I move to the left… right into his fist. My head snaps to the side and spit and blood flies out of my mouth as I stumble back and land on the ground again. Should have known Peter wouldn't give up like that. I glance at Four for anything. He just shakes him head and I look back. Peter is still breathing hard. He smirks and walks over to me and tried to stomp on me. My head is throbbing now and I barely am able to move out of the way. He tries again and again. About the fourth time, I'm getting slower and he finally stomps on my gut. I cough out more blood and air. I'm going to end this. When he lifts his foot, I roll as far away as I can and try to stand up. He is staring at me by the time I get up. So, with heavy breath, I glare at him as he watches me get up. "You should give up." Peter mocks. "Beg." He says as I finally get up and bring up my fists. This needs to stop. How can I take advantage of him? Let him think he won. I drop my defenses stance and just stand there. This causes Peter to smirk and charge. At the last second, I move to the side and elbow him in the neck and he stumbles. I take this chance to turn on my heel and knee him in the gut hard. Peter leans forward and clutches his stomach. That's when I lift my left leg and bring it down hard on Peter's back. He collapses on the ground with a groan.

"Done yet?" I ask him as I crouch next to him. "I can keep this up all day." Peter glares at me and tries to reach out to me but his back hurts too much. I look up at Four. "Looks like we're done, again." I stand up and I make it out of the arena. Christina doesn't look surprised, but Al, Will and Tris do. Tris shakes her head and walks into the arena once Peter collects himself and walks out pissed off. I always seem to piss people off.

"How did you do that?" Will asks me.

"I learn as I fight." I tell him. "Plus, I wanted to hurt him." Will looks at Christina.

"You're lucky she didn't try with you." She mumbles quietly. "She is stronger than she looks."

"I doubt that." I look at her as I rub the blood of my lip. "I learn as I fight."

"Was that a birthmark I saw on you left butt cheek?" I turn and look at Molly. She is in the arena with Tris. "God, you're pale, stiff." Both Christina and Will grab me and hold me back. My body feels like it's on fire. How dare she still mock her? I look at Tris and see the same amount of anger in her eyes. She will handle this. I glance at Four as I regain control. His eyes met with me and I glance at the door. Four's eyes follow my gaze and blinks once. Our little code from before he left. I shake Christina and Will off of me.

"I might be back." I tell them before I walk to the door. I ignore the looks from the others as I get to door. Four doesn't move to stop me and this confuses the kids. I don't care though. I open the door and shut it behind me. I may be under control, but that is only for now. I need to get out of there just in case Tris doesn't win and Molly says anything more. Is this how it felt when Bass watched me get beaten? He has and had great self control. I wish I was more like him. My legs just walk with no planned direction. Before I know it, I'm at the Chasm, sitting against one of the walls next to the rails and letting my legs get wet. The spray will take care of the blood on my face. But it won't take care of my ribs. I think he broke some of them. I am having a hard time breathing. Only thing I can do is make sure that they don't heal wrong. My head rests on the wet wall and I take in a sharp breath.

"You like getting hurt." Four comes in and sits next to me as I stare at the rushing water to my left.

"No, I underestimate my opponents and don't take in their personalities." I correct him with another sharp breath.

"Most people won't admit it." He tells me. I sit there as a wave hits me again. "She won. I have to peel her off of her, though."

"I don't blame her; I wanted to kill Peter earlier." I confess.

"But you didn't." Now this is my brother.

"If I had just held on longer or moved my knee up higher and kicked him harder in the spine. I would have hurt him badly." I hear Bass shake his head. His isn't trying to be someone else right now.

"How do you know this?" He asks me quietly. I turn and look at him with a painful sigh.

"Dad told me. After he hit me sometimes, he would tell me which hits could kill and which could knock people out." I laugh a little. "I guess it was his way of telling me that he could kill me, but he chose not to."

"Sorry you had to go through that." Bass says as he looks back at the river. "You're here now with me." he pats my shoulder. "Now, you should go and talk with your friends. The three are confused and Tris is… calm." I nod and stand up.

"Thanks." I tell him as I walk to the opening to the pit. "How did you find me?"

"I used to come here all the time during initiation." I nod and walk off to find them.

000

"What do you think of this cake?" Christina laughs as she eats her piece. I have never tasted something like this before, but it's rich so I have to take it easy.

"It's good." Will says with a mouth full. We all laugh.

"Better than the cake at home." She says as she shovels more cake into her mouth. I set my fork down and I push the plate in front of me. If I continue, I won't like it. "Why did you stop?"

"Too rich." I tell her with a laugh and pick up my glass of water.

"That's why I'm here." Tris laughs as she eats some of hers. The laughing suddenly stops as a feel two cold hands on my shoulders. Oh God, please save me. Slowly I set my glass down so he doesn't see me shake.

"Come." His voice is low and quiet. I bite my lip as I look at Christina, who is across from me.

"Where are you taking her? It's after six." She says with a laugh. She knows I don't like him at all.

"That is none of your business, smart mouth." He says as I stand up.

"I will be back, but please someone have my cake. I can't eat another bite and it shouldn't go to wasted." Will stands up, stretches across the table and pick up my plate up and dumps the cake on his pate.

"Problem solved." He smiles at me as I nod and let Eric lead me off. Where's my brother? I don't trust him by myself. Right now, I'm not really able to defend myself. I'm tired, hurting, and have a wrap around my ribs so they can heal in place. I can't defend myself if I need too. Eric leads me through the pit and I look around for Four. I hope he figures out where I'm going. I don't know, but it looks like to the training room.

"Where are you going to talk with me?" I ask him in a steady voice.

"Training room. You haven't learned how to throw knives." He tells me in a low voice as his hands grip my shoulder tighter. That isn't the only thing going to happen in there. I hold back swallowing so he doesn't know I'm freighted. The trip is fast. He opens the door and I walk in. It's set up like it was yesterday. I look at the table that has a lot of knives. The others only got three.

"How long does it take to collect one girl?" I turn and see my brother. It's hard to suppress a smile and a sigh of relief.

"Shut up, Four and teach her so I can talk with her afterword." He groans.

"Why not skip it? She did miss it because she was in the hospital. We can just lower her rank for not doing it." Four seems bored, but I know better.

"Because it needs to be done for tomorrow. Do it." Four shrugs his shoulders as he stands up from the wall and walks over to me.

"Max told you she needed to do it." Four says as he grabs a knife. Eric doesn't answer. "Thought so."

"Remember, I am above you." He says in a quiet voice.

"I can't forget." Four mumbles as he throws the knife at the target. It hits the center. "You can stay for an hour and watch her fail or you can leave and come back when she is done. Your choice." Eric rolls his eyes.

"I have better things to do anyway." He says as he walks out the door. I breathe for the first time and sink to the ground as I start to shake.

"I can't do it. I just can't." My voice is quiet and unsteady. Four just looks at me. Bass is in his Four mode right now.

"Get up. You're perfectly fine now." He says as he offers me a hand. I take it and stand up slowly. "Now I will show you the steps to throwing a knife. You watch and practice." I nod slowly. We did this yesterday. Four picks up another knife and I pretend to watch his form as he throws it. It hits right above his other knife. "Now do it." I'm still shaking.

"I can't, Four. I just can't." I show him my shaky hands. He takes them in his and looks me in the eyes.

"Perfect time to practice calming down and working in high tense situations." Bass's eyes are their normal dark blue now. "Breath in and out. As you let out your breath, throw." He tells me as he lets go of my hands. I turn and look at the many knives. I grab one and move to where I need to stand and do as he tells me to. I breathe in and out and release the knife. It hits the board in the second circle. I turn and smile a little at my brother. He nods and I grab another knife and throw it. I am doing fine now. Breathing and throwing, I'm not the best at aiming, but at least I'm hitting the board. Time flies and before I know, the door opens again and Eric walks in. My heart starts to race and I slip a knife into the side of my pants and let my shirt hang over it slowly.

"Looks like she isn't a totally failure." I bite my lip as he walks into the room and looks at Four. "You can leave now."

"She needs to get her rest, so don't keep her too late. Knowing her father, he will be there tomorrow." Bass why? I hold in a whimper as he walks out of the room. Eric doesn't look at me until the door shuts. He slowly picks up a knife and inspects it.

"You know, you are really stupid or really brave. I haven't figured that one out yet." He says as he runs his finger across the top sharp edge. "You have done things, other won't ever dream of doing and you gotten away with it so far." I hold my spit so I don't swallow hard. A sign of fear. I look at the knife and not at his eyes as he walks over to the side of the table closest to me and sits on the edge of it. "Do you know why?"I don't answer. Eric looks up at me. "I asked you a question." His voice seems really calm.

"No." I tell him in the strongest voice I can muster. "I don't know why I'm getting away with things. I am being myself and I thought Dauntless people are able to even handle something so simple as a girl with temper problems." I didn't plan on saying that. My eyes move to his and I can't move them. It's like my body is running on autopilot, there has to be an over ride.

"We can handle little girls with anger problems." He says as he looks at me. "Candor would have been a better choice you know." What is that supposed to mean?

"Candor?" I shake my head. "Eric, I lie all the time. I don't choose to with you right now because that will be… unintelligent." My voice is in a fake sweet tone as I turn my head to the side. "Wouldn't that be?" Why can't I stop myself? Does this just kick in when I need it or something?

"That would be." He looks back at the knife. "Amity is no place for a girl with anger issues, what about Erudite?" What is Eric doing? I laugh.

"Thanks for the complement." I tell him sarcastically. "I'm not smart enough for them, or care to be around them. Let them do what they do best and I will do what I do best." I roll my eyes. He is testing me on something. I don't understand though. So I should try and figure it out. My heart is pounding fast and I can't think when that happens. I just act.

"A dauntless response." He says as if the knife is the most interesting thing in the world. Eric stands up and walks over, past me, and to the target with my knives on it. One of them is on the floor. "You at least hit the board." Eric comments as I remain still and stare at the table where he just came from. I hear him walk up behind me and my hearts beats faster. "Your aim is better with a gun." He says in my ear. It's hard to stop the chill that runs through my body. I think he saw my body shake once or something because his hand settles on my bun and I know what he is planning to do.

"How do you know that?" I ask him as calm as possible. His hand grips my bun and yanks it to the side. I shut my eyes and bite on my lip to hold in a scream. I swallow and I feel something start to cut my throat. The knife is against my throat. "What is this about?"

"You get away with a lot, Aundrea." He says sharply into my ear. "I know you're good at shooting because you decided it was smart to shot me eight times." Crap.

"I have no idea who I shot. I just shot and caused a distraction, which was my job." I tell him as calmly as I could with a knife to my throat.

"You knew who I was. I saw the smirk on your face." He snaps into my ear. "I was right next to the flag.

"That was you?" I laugh. "I just shot like that to get the girl with purple hair to turn her head so Christina could get the flag." I lie smoothly. "I thought you were another member. My bad." Eric is quiet for a moment and my heart starts to skip beats. I don't need this right now. I need to get ready for bed or hang out with Christina and Tris. Not being held at knife point by one of the leaders here. "It wouldn't be smart for me to shot one of the leaders of Dauntless like that. Even you said I'm smarter than that."

"Yet you still get away with crap." He laughs as he lifts the knife from my throat. Why is he laughing? I feel my hair being tugged again and then I'm thrown into the table. My head hits the table and it flips over and the knives clatter around me on the floor. Some cutting me a bit. Dang, that hurt. I try to roll over and Eric grabs my hair again and throws me past the table.

"What's wrong with you? I only shot you because I thought you where someone else. It was dark." I groan out as I get to my knees. My head is throbbing from the hit on the table and my ribs are hurting worse. Why does he have to be a leader? I can kick his butt and not get in trouble if it wasn't for that. Thank you father…not.

"You think you can get away with outsmarting me, making me look like a fool, and acting like nothing happened." He growls out. "As a leader of Dauntless, it is my job to handle it and discipline you." I hang my head as I try to breathe through my broken ribs. My hair is grabbed again and I am turn around on my back. Eric sets his foot on my chest to prevent me from getting up. If he didn't have to be a face of Dauntless, I could fight back.

"Me, out smarting someone. Good one Eric." My voice is cynical as I laugh. "I can't out smart anyone if I tried." Eric applies more pressure as he crouches down towards my face.

"I'm not stupid. You enjoy pissing people off." Eric's face is emotionless.

"I thought Dauntless people have thicker skins. I understand Peter, Molly and Drew being pissed about being beat. They haven't learned yet how to deal with stuff. But you? You should be able to deal with a little girl like me." I snap out of breath. It's really hard to breathe on my back as he is applying pressure to my chest.

"Little? You're not little." Eric tells my with a little smirk. "I know how to put you in your place." My eyes widen as his foot moves off of my chest to the other side of me. I can't move. I'm too frightened to move.

"You got to be kidding me. Eric, are you really going to…" He grabs the collar of my shirt and slam my head into the hardwood floor.

"Shut up." he says. "Just shut that annoying mouth." My body starts to shake. I got to do something, but my head hurts.

"Get off of me, or you will lose the respect I give to leaders." I groan out as my head lies on the ground and he settles his weight on me. Eric looks at me for a moment.

"What?" He looks confused.

"Get off of me." I breathe out with closed eyes. My head hurts bad.

"No, the other part. Leaders? You didn't give me…" He starts off and I cut him off.

"I have. I would have fought back by now. Now get off of me." I open my eyes again and stare right into his creepy eyes. "I said Get. Off. Of. Me." I tell him nice and slow. He looks at me with a hint of confusion. "You have…"

"You really need an attitude adjustment." He says and he balls up his fist. One more hit to the head and I will black out and he can do what he wants to me.

"I said GET OFF OF ME." I move one hand to grab the collar of his shirt and use the other one to hit him in the temple to get his head hurting and off guard enough to throw him off of me. I turn my wrist and throw him off of me and I stand up. The knife in my waistband cuts into me as I stand, but I can deal with it. Between the beatings I gotten from Four and the others, this is my breaking point. "I warned you." I tell him throw gritted teeth as he stands up. I'm taller than him. His is pissed and comes at me. I just deck him in the face and walk to the door. "This is over." I open the door and slam it. Eric doesn't follow me, surprisingly. Bass isn't in the hallway, I half expected him to be. Oh well, he must not find out about this. I walk into the closest bathroom and clean up as much blood as I can and head back to the dorm to sleep.