Divergent Faction High

Chapter 3 (Four POV)

When I get home I put the stuff I bought at the mall in the closet.

The same closet Marcus always put me in for punishment when I was younger.

Now he just beats me with a belt.

Hard.

The cuts from last night hurt and they sting in the shower and I wince when the water hits them, but after a couple of minutes the pain subsides.

The physical pain may go away but mental and emotional pain is still there.

Especially since my mother passed away, I've been super depressed and my father doesn't even give a damn to help me heal from the loss of her.

Probably because he's the reason why she's gone.

My mother, Evelyn was her name, was stabbed to death by my father. How he got away with it, I don't know, and how he's still the council leader of Abnegation I'm super confused about. This man is a criminal who deserves nothing. I'm surprised I'm not dead because I chose to enroll to the Dauntless part of school instead of Abnegation. The council can see the faction of choice you make in school and I remember coming home from school and getting whipped with that belt for almost an hour.

I haven't even told anyone about this. Not Zeke, Uriah, Will, Christina, Marlene, Shauna or Tris.

Wait, why would I tell Tris when I just met her today?

Her name is Beatrice, not Tris. I think to myself.

Tris just suits her better.

I think about when we were at the mall today and how when we'd accidentally make eye contact for a little too long how she'd blush and look away, her laugh, the way she's flip her hair out of her face, everything.

I just met her though, which is what's crazy!

I've never been that good with girls or felt things for girls instantly like I just did for Tris. Her little, I'm guessing, 5'6 1/2 figure. She's mesmerizing.

How fuckin' stupid do I sound right now?

Something tells me a girl like her wont go for someone like me, especially with my physically, mentally, and emotionally fucked up past and present.

I break out of my daze and get out of the shower and apply some cream to my back and it's coolness soothes down the burning feeling of my wounds. I get in my pajamas and sit on the bed and drown myself in my thoughts. School starts tomorrow, I'll get to see Tris. I'll get to escape this hellhole of a home for 8 hours. I'm thinking of the school and how Tori, a mentor and tattoo artist, has talked to me and helped me through my fathers abuse. Tori is the only person besides my now deceased mother who knows about Marcus. I'm going to talk to her tomorrow about how to deal with my abuse and plus hopefully she'll have advice on girls.

This is so Romeo and Juliet of me, I just met the girl and after only a day of knowing her I'm going to try and get her to be my girlfriend.

I'm so stupid.

I need to get to know her first, become her friend and maybe then I'll see how far me and Tris can go.

"Then you'll really get to know her." A voice in my head says pervertedly.

I shake the thought from my head and put myself under the covers and go to sleep. Dreams taking over my brain.

(Four's Nightmare)

I'm 11 years old again.

I stand in my house, my mom in front of me. Then I see Marcus sneaking up behind her with a knife, slitting her neck and repeatedly stabbing her in the chest and a couple of times in her head. I'm crying hysterically and then a wave of bravery comes over me and I try to defeat him. Marcus takes off his belt. "This is for your own good." His voice haunts me. I try to grab the belt from his hands but he strikes me in the face and I fall to the ground. Marcus grabs the knife and starts to stab me in my stomach, I'm crying out for help before I black out.

I wake up covered in sweat and a pain in my stomach. I run to the bathroom and vomit. My throat is burning and I go downstairs to drink some hot chocolate to get rid of my achy throat and back, along with some Advil. I look at the clock and realize it's about 10 minutes before my alarm would wake me up. 5:55 am. I go back to the bathroom and shower again to cool myself off. The cuts on my back don't hurt anymore because of the cream I put on them last night.

I get out of the shower at around 6:10 and I go to my closet and pick out a simple black shirt and black jeans to wear with my black vans. I don't really care for fashion. Something simple and black will work for me.

I wonder what Tris is going to wear today.

"I bet you wonder what she has on underneath too." The perverted voice creeps up again.

"Shut up!" I whisper yell to myself.

Ugh, this is going to be a long day.