Can You Save Me? *UNDER EDITING*

Asking For Help

Tris

As soon as I came through the door, I knew I was in trouble. I did not even have to be happy for five minutes to a guy voluntarily wanted to kiss me. Andrew sits in one of the sofas in family room runner bottle of bourbon on the table; he reads any kind of book and look up to me as I enter.

"I thought I told you to be home 21:00, how freaking long does the school work?" Andrew roars at me

"Uh ... uh ... I ... if ..."

"Filthy slut, you should know better than to lie to me!" He gets up quickly and grabs my pony tail that I just regret that I set up; he pulls me up the stairs and throws me down on the floor in my bedroom

I see how he's aiming at my side and before I can react, his foot hit my side, a scream shirking my lips and I look further than kick firmly against my stomach. I drop rapidly spirit and lying on the floor and trying to breathe reasonably normal. Usually he starts to rip my back. When I've got some shaky breath he pulls me up and hit me hard against the wall, I can feel something wet running down my neck and down my back, Andrew release me and I fall in a heap on the floor. I look at the dancing stars in the corners of my eyes and know that it is not long until I lose consciousness. Before I do that, I feel how he grabs my breasts and rub on them, hard. He rips my shirt in two and he pulls down my bra and throws it in the corner of my room. He beats me straight on the cheek and I feel how he gives himself access to my body. After that I lose my consciousness

When I wake up it's dark in my room, I lay on the floor and my whole body hurts, I can not move. I get hold of my phone is in your pocket lying next to me, I see that I have been invited to a group chat Four. Four! He can help me, he removed the house next. But then I have to tell him what really happened, I'm ready for it? I'm trying to trip myself again but can not do it. I need help. I'm looking up Fours contact in my phone and dials. It is a signal, two rings, three rings and I'm about to hang up when his voice is heard on the other side of the phone

"Hello?" says he is tired, oh I must have woken him

"Hey ... It's Tris ..." I say weakly, trying to hide the pain in my voice

"Tris? What is it?" echoing his worried voice through our phones

"I need help ..." I say, and a sob shirking my mouth while the tears begin to flow

"I come over," he says

"Take the windows the way" I whisper before the line is broken.

Not even two minutes later I hear a knock on my window, I can not to get up and somehow he managed to get my window up. Right now I'm rolled up into a ball, naked in the corner of my room.

"Tris?" he whispers, "What the hell happened?" His silence worried voice now angry and high

"Shh ... He will hear you ..."

"Who?" He demands to know

"Andrew ... M-my father ..."

"Is he doing this?" he asks with a soft voice and sign to me rolled up into a ball. I do not answer with words but just nods, "I need help up .... He hit my head on the wall and ... and .... and ... ra ... raped me" I whisper quiet, the first thought I do not think he heard me but the angry in his eyes says otherwise.

"He's doing what?" Four angrily asks

He bends down and lifts me up bridal style. He goes into my bathroom and sit in the tub and fill the waters in half and take a shower handle and flush water over my body and in my hair to get the blood from the back of the head. Water stained rapidly pink.

"you can pick clothes from the closet?" I asked in a whisper

"Sure," he replied, giving me the shower hose

Three minutes later he comes in with underwear, a pair of black pajama pants with red bows and a red tank top.

He helps me out of the bath. He dries and supports me when my legs did not want to collaborate. He dresses in me and helps me get up my long hair in a ponytail.

"Thank you," I whisper when my voice is weak

"No problem, you want me to stay?" he asks

I shake my head, there's one thing I must do.

"Okay" he says and leaves

When I am alone I open my bedside table drawer and takes out my razor, but today I have not thought of taking away the pain for some time, but forever. I draw four deep wounds on both arms and swallow about twelve painkillers.

I'm picking up my phone, 4:44 am bell. I go into the group chat I was invited in and write a message

I'm sorry, you guys made me realize the value of having friends again, thank you – Tris

I feel myself slowly drifting of, and finally Isee only darkness and then nothing