CHAPTER 4

TRIS POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up in a room that has black everywhere. I move my eyes and see that I'm lying on a quilt and it smells like metal and sweat. Like Four. I try to move, but everything hurts. Aches.

I hear footsteps, so I pretend I am still asleep. They come near me and move away. I hear something being opened and closed and feel someone sit down next to me. I squeeze my eyes shut.

I hope this is Four and not Peter.

I feel my shirt being taken off. Moving my 'limp' arms through the holes and off my neck. I then feel the undershirt I had on being carefully pulled off of me and I hear a deep voice say 'oh man.'

The tank top is now off and I am left in my bra. I feel so exposed, but I can't do anything about it. I feel warm fingers trace lightly over my back, where there are scars upon scars. I hear a lid being taken off and then the cold sensation of the numbing cream. He rubs it everywhere and it feels so much better.

I feel the bed move as he gets up and then water running, 'probably to get my disgusting skin off of his hands.' I think to myself.

I feel him lay down next to me and then he says,

"Oh Tris, what did Peter do to you."

I feel myself start to drift off knowing that I am safe with Four right next to me.

FOUR POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(What happened before☝️☝️)

I see Peter jumping on something and I hear loud screams. As I get closer I realize that Peter is jumping on something -- or someone. That someone has dirty blonde hair. I instantly know to Tris.

"HEY GET OFF OF HER!" I yell at him.

I run at him and tackle him off if her and give him a punch that knocks him out cold. I quickly run over to Tris who lays limply on the floor and turn her around. I see her grey eyes searching mine, filled with fear and then they roll back into her head. I quickly scoop her up bridal style and run out the front doors.

I jump into my car and carefully place Tris in the passenger side. I drive off and head to my house.

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I put Tris on my bed and go downstairs to get an apple for when she wakes up. I go up the stairs and walk over to her. She's still unconscious. I realize how peaceful she looks. 'Too bad she's not sleeping.' I think to myself.

I walk into the bathroom and open the cabinet. I get out the numbing cream I have, since there is obviously something wrong with her back. I go in and sit down on the bed and start to take off her shirt. Then her tank top.

"Oh man." I say when I see it. I run my fingers lightly over her back. On it are scars upon scars upon scars.

"Holy crap." I quickly start to put the numbing cream on, making sure that I don't miss any spots.

I can't believe someone would do this to her. She's so innocent. If Peter did this to her, then I swear I will kill him. I lay down next to her and say.

"Oh Tris, what did Peter do to you."

I look over at her beautiful face and smile.

I decide to text the gang to tell them what had happened.

Hey guys -4

Hey where are you? - U

Yeah! - C, M, S, Z

I had to go home - 4

Well, where's Tris??? - C

She got beat up by Peter, so I brought her back to my place - 4

OMG!!!! -U, Z, M, S

We'll be there after school. - U, Z, M, S

Ok gotta go she's waking up -4

I turn off my my phone and turn to face Tris. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles a tiny, painful smile.

"Hi." I say

"Hi." She croaks.

She sees that her shirt is off and she blushes a deep red.

"Hey, I want the truth." I say firmly. "Who did this to you?"

She takes a deep breath.

"I'm going to start from the beginning, okay?" Tris says softly.

She tells me about the crash, the hospital, the adoption place, meeting Peter, AND ERIC, leaving going to live with Marcus, Evelyn, and Caleb. She told me how Marcus started beating her with his belt when she was 10.

When she finishes, I just stare at her in amazement. I was right. She is brave.

TRIS POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You aren't giving me that look." I say.

"What look?" Four asks me.

"Like I'm some kind of kicked puppy or something."

"Well you're not." He tells me.

I smile.

"Four, you can't tell anybody about this. Not Christina, not Uriah, not your parents, nobody."

He nods and I sit up wincing, trying to ignore the pain.

"You can let yourself be in pain. It's just me here."

I quickly put on my tank top and shirt and I start asking questions about how I got here.

"Four, how did I get here?"

"Well, after you passed out, I carried you to my car and I brought you to my house."

"I'm sorry." I say.

"For what?" He asks me.

"For being so weak, I can't take even take care of myself." I say.

"Tris, you aren't weak. If anything this has just made you stronger. You are very brave to have out up with this for so long." He tells me.

I just sit there thinking until I start shivering. Four notices and hands me one of his smallest sweatshirts.

"Thank you." I say.

"You should probably sleep." Four tells me.

"I have to get home." I say suddenly.

"School hasn't even gotten out yet. You can't go home." He tells me.

I'm too tired to argue, so I just nod. Four carefully undoes the covers and puts his pillow to the left more so I can lie on it. I try to move back, but I can't. I can't move at all. I start to freak out.

"I can't move. I can't move! I can't move!" I yell.

"Shhhhh........ Tris it's probably just because you're tired. I'm going to pick you up and put you in a laying position okay?"

He carefully pushes my shoulders so I fall back, and he straightens my legs. He pulls the covers up to my chin and I feel myself start to relax.

"Thanks Four." I say sleepily.

"Do me a favor and don't call me that." He tells me.

"Then what should I call you?" I ask, stifling a yawn.

"Nothing, yet." He says as my eyes close.

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