A/N I don't own Divergent nor the characters.

I am not a writer so the writing or the grammar may not be perfect this is only my second fan fiction. Hope you enjoy!

I wake up and try to struggle out of his grip even in sleep he doesn't give me space always thinking I am going to run away and not come back. I slowly work my way out from under his iron grip scared to wake him up and find out what will happen if he's in a bad mood. It hurts to move my stomach and upper legs because of last night it was worse than normal the whole time me crying and silently asking god why did he not take me the day my whole family died. I go into the bathroom and see the bruises on my stomach, arms, and his finger prints on his my thighs. The worse one being the huge purple mark that goes across my cheek, and jaw. I sit on the toilet and silently cry how did I get here living with a boyfriend who abuses me no way out. I don't even have a friend to confide in the last time I had one at work Peter had his friend Eric who owns and runs the bar fire her because she was encouraging me to get out, and offered to help.

I think back to when I was 17 Peter and I were dating a year he was so different then loving and, friendly and sweet then the tragic day when a car crash killed my entire family. I think back how I was supposed to be in that car that day, but I texted my mom that I was running late and just will meet them at the restaurant. I didn't want to leave Peter and the make out session that I couldn't get enough of that's why I wasn't in the car. The guilt that consumes me eats away at me every day knowing it was my fault they got in that accident because they were waiting for me. After that Peter took care of me had me move into his apartment said he would be my family, and take care of me. The first few months he held me in his arms and consoled me when I cried for my family helped me take care of all the bills and debt that was left over from my parent's death. The left over money he said he would put away for me in a savings accountant and I never saw it again. I should have realized the signs then, he slowly started to separate me from my friends, wouldn't let me go out, didn't give me money, and then canceled my cell phone. I didn't have any money so I was trapped. I thought I could deal with in till one night he came home one night drunk, and smelling like cheap perfume and then it happened the first time he slapped me across the face, and then threw me against the wall. He started yelling at me and cursing at me

"How dare you question where I have been! It is none of your business I do what I want! You understand me? I don't ever answer to the likes of a two bit whore."

He slapped me again in the face. Then he collapsed against me crying apologizing saying he would never do it again saying he was drunk, and loved me more than anything. To please forgive him, that he is nothing without me. I forgive him and believe that this will never happen again.

I sit on the toilet thin back to that faithful night laughing to myself as I wipe away the tears. "Yeah, Peter you will never do it again right?" I look at the bruise and sigh. I hear my name being called from the bedroom

"Tris, What are you doing?"

"Nothing just washing my face, and about to brush my teeth."

I quickly put on the water and start to wash my face getting rid of the tears stains knowing that will just be ignored or made worse.

He opens the door looking at me suspiciously " is that all you were doing in here I thought I heard you talking to someone."

"No I was just singing to myself it's going to be a good day." I say this with a small smile hoping he believes me

"You better have been only singing. And it will be a good day he leans down and lightly kisses me.

A/N: SO THIS IS THE BEGINNING I THINK NEXT CHAPTER I MAY INTRODUCE FOUR. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT LEAVE REVIEWS AND IDEAS YOU GUYS MAY HAVE!

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