Secrets

Chapter 6: Results

{I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, or Allegiant. I am not Veronica Roth, nor am I pretending to be Veronica Roth.}

I wake to the sound of Uriah's voice.

"C'mon Lily, gotta wake up."

I open my eyes. His bruises are still vivid but his lip is only scabbed and his wrist is now in a splint.

"I don't want to go to school, mom."

He laughs and tugs me off of the bed.

-

"Eric stop this!" I blurt.

Uh oh.

"What was that, Candor? You want to join her?"

I gulp.

He grabs my elbow and flings me over the railing. I hold on tight.

Christina looks at me.

I smile, a kind of sad, it-sucks-that-we're-in-this-situation smile. She shrugs.

The water splashing onto the rail makes it hard to hold on. I almost slip a few times. Eric's timer goes off, but he only helps Christina off, rolling his eyes at me.

Edward rushes over to me, pulling me up.

I look at him gratefully.

"Hey, you thought I wouldn't save you from plunging to your death? Yeah I was pondering whether to let you fall or not." He mimics.

I laugh.

-

We watch a few more fights, something I'd rather not do. I'm signed up to fight Will tomorrow.

Maybe I can do it.

I walk to the dining hall, and put food on my plate.

"Lily!" Uriah beckons me over to the table where he and some Dauntless-born initiates sit. I walk over.

"This is Marlene, and this is Lynn."

From what I've seen, Marlene is the friendlier of the the pair. But Lynn smiles at me, while Marlene... Glares?

Nah.

-

I stand as far away from Will as the space allows me. He waits for me to make the first move, I assume, so I take a breath before running at him and kicking his stomach.

He groans, holding his gut. I really hate doing this.

I grab his hair and throw him to the left, kicking his side back to the right. He wails with pain and I feel so guilty it pinches my throat. I don't think he wants to hit me because I'm a girl.

"You can hit me, you know. Pretend I'm a boy." I say only loud enough for him to hear.

He simply shakes his head.

"Well, I don't wa-"

"Just do it. Please."

I kick him a few more times, and I think he gives up the whole not hitting me thing. He grabs my neck and throws me to the ground.

I punch his jaw, and grabs my head with both hands, throwing it down. My head slams onto the ground, and I see his hands getting close to my throat.

I use both legs to kick his chest, and roll over, pinning him down.

I really, really hate this.

I bring my fist back, and he mutters something so quiet the others can barely hear it.