Thank you to everyone who took the time to review the prologue chapter. All the rest of the chapters will be written from Tris's POV unless otherwise stated. This chapter goes back a week before the prologue so we are going to experience a small jump back in time until Chapter 3 which is where the prologue chapter takes place. I don't own the Divergent characters. Also, this story is rated M for language and adult situations. Happy Reading!

Chapter 1 Go Go Go

As the music pounds through the speakers pushing me faster and harder, I run: my feet hitting the pavement trying to get away from this life that I am trapped in. My therapist says that I should get out more and socialize, but why should I? I like being alone with my thoughts and in my own head. I am good for nothing at least that is what I have been told so many times that I have lost count. I sense a presence behind me, I pick up the pace running until my lungs feel like they are going to explode. I wish sometimes that they would then I could escape this place, and I could leave him. As I slow my run coming into the housing complex, my head snaps backwards when I hear, "Tris!" yelled from behind me, "Wait for me."

"Peter, hurry your ass up. You run slower than my grandmother does." I yell back at him.

He laughs, picking up his pace, catching up with me, slinging his arms around my waist. "Caught you. Are you sure you need to go see Christina? I'm going to miss you so much."

I roll my eyes sarcastically and say, "Yes, I need to go see my bestie. I haven't seen her in over a year, and I miss her like crazy ever since she moved away with Will."

"What did I tell you about rolling your eyes missy! It is rude. I know for a fact that your mother raised you better."

"Yes, Peter." I smile at him attempting to placate him.

The night before I leave to visit Christina in New York, I am beyond excited to leave this place. Peter yells up the stairs on his way out to work, "Don't forget your winter jacket. It is going to be cold. I really wish you wouldn't go, and that you would change your mind."

Suddenly, he is behind me, holding me. He kisses the top of my head saying, "You sure I can't bribe you with ice cream or something.

I laugh as I say, "No ice cream for me." Right, that way you can tell me that I need to lose more weight like you always do?

His eyes darken as he grabs my left arm roughly saying, "Tris, you won't be going to New York to see Christina because I won't allow it."

My eyes start to water from the pain in my arm. "Let go you brute. You are hurting me. I am going to New York, no matter what you say. You don't own me."

I can see his temper starting to fly out of control as he screams "Over my dead body are you going. You live in my house. You will not be going to see Christina." His grip on my arm tightens squeezing as he pushes me into the wall.

He pushes his body into mine as he sneers, "Fine, but don't come crying to me when something bad happens. I need to get to work to support your ass." He lets me go roughly as I fall to the floor, and he storms out of the door to go to his job as a "bartender".

I brush the tears from my eyes as I clear my mind staring down at my right arm, it is already turning black and blue. I guess I am wearing long sleeves under my scrub top tonight at work, I think to myself. I get to go to work and pretend that I am living a happy life, one where Peter doesn't bruise me or say hurtful words to me. I wish that I could just leave, but I can't. Peter has me trapped. My paycheck from the hospital is deposited into Peter's bank account. He forced me into signing papers at home threatening my brother Caleb. He said that if I didn't, he would go to the police, tell them that Caleb had stolen money and food from stores when we were younger after both my parents died. I told Peter all that in confidence. I never thought he would use it against me to keep me with him.

As I head out the door to work, I check the mailbox hoping to find a letter from one of my old friends from high school, Sam, who recently found my address somehow, but my heart sinks when there is nothing from him. My last thought as I glance back at the house is at least I won't have to see him for another week. I drag my suitcase behind me walking to the hospital because God forbid Tris has a car, has the chance to run away, or go somewhere without Peter. I am halfway to the hospital when my cell phone rings

"Hello?" I answer.

"Tris, this is Tori, I just wanted to let you know that we only need you for half of your shift tonight." She says brightly.

"Okay," I say trying to sound sad about the fact that I only have to work half of my shift, then hang up happily. I have time to shower and change before I have to leave for the airport. Tori is my boss at the hospital and somewhat of a friend to me. I drop my crap at my locker, head into the ER to start my shift, hoping that it isn't one from hell, smiling because I can't show my weakness or else everyone will know something is wrong. My father always use to tell Caleb and me, "Never let them see your weakness." As I am gathering lab work for another doctor, Dr. Matthews comes up behind me, tapping me on the shoulder, as he says "Tris, how is my favorite nurse?"

"Counting down the hours until I get to see my best friend in New York. What can I do for you?"

"I have a patient in room one. I need an IV placed, hang a bag of D510 at 80cc per hour. Give IV push 2mg of Zofran, times one for nausea and vomiting. I have also ordered an x-ray and CAT Scan, once those are back, please come and find me. Based on the results we may need to page surgery for a consult."

I smile back at Dr. Matthews and say "I will get right on that."

The poor little boy in room one looks like he doesn't feel well at all. He looks absolutely miserable; it almost makes me wish that I could have a baby, but, due to my low anemia levels and other things, I can't. It breaks my heart when he screams and cries as I place the IV in his arm. I take his small hand in my hand, rub his head as he cries from not feeling well, and seeing this young patient cry makes me want to cry right along with him. After I hang his IV and give him the Zofran, I sit with him for a few minutes while his mother leaves to get some air. The little boy drifts to sleep as I rub his head, staring at him, humming softly. As I make my way to my workstation, I see a huge bouquet of a dozen red roses with a card.

The card is from Peter, it reads:

Tris- I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I am just worried about you traveling across the country without me, but I understand that you miss your friend. I am sorry for saying all those mean things I said to you and for touching you like that. Please forgive me. I promise to never do it again. I didn't mean to let my anger affect me like that. I promise that I will start to seek help for my anger issues. I worry about you all the time even when you are at work. I worry about how much you work. You know that we have enough money for you not to work. Maybe when you come back you will think about quitting your job?

I love you and I will miss you,

Peter

I am shaking with anger by the time that I am done reading his note. How many times has he told me he is going to get help for his anger issues, more times than I can count on one hand. He wants me to quit my job! A job that I love, what the hell! I pick up the vase of pretty red roses and walk off to the break room to throw them into the trash. Feeling a small victory at seeing the roses in the trash, I head back out to finish my half of the shift. I shower, change into regular clothing, and catch a cab to the airport.

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