Summary: Tobias and Beatrice become the best of friends in Abnegation. But when Tobias leaves for Dauntless to get away from his abusive father, what happens when Marcus turns his anger towards Beatrice? How will she survive the next two years until she can get away? Or better yet, will she be able to? Please read, the story is A LOT better than the summary! And REVIEW! Mostly Tris's POV.

Beatrice's POV: (13 years old)

"Toby!" I scream, as I tackle him to the ground. We both roll around, laughing.

Tobias, well I call him Toby, is my bestest friend. I've known him since forever, and we tell each other everything. He's two years older than me, but he says that doesn't matter. He's never treated me like a little kid.

"Bea! Did you have to tackle me?" he asks, with a silly smile on his face. We get up, and start walking home from school, like we always do together. My brother Caleb never walks with us, but that's okay.

"Yes I did," I say, sticking my tongue out at him. I love how I can always act like myself when I'm with Toby. When I'm around everyone else, I have to act Abnegation, and I sometimes can't do that. I don't think I'm cut out for Abnegation.

"Fine, just warn me next time," he says, shoving me a little. I just laugh, and we continue on home, talking about random things.

When we get to my house, I turn to Toby. "Will we always be bestest friends, Toby?" I ask him.

He smiles at me, and then says, "Of course, Bea! Forever and ever!" He pulls me into a hug, like we always do when we say goodbye, and I walk happily into my house. I'm glad I have such an amazing best friend.

*****ONE YEAR LATER*****

"Hey Toby," I say as I walk up to him at the park. Toby and I meet up at the park a couple days every week. It's just something we do, and I love it. It's always fun hanging out with Toby.

He's sitting on the swing, and glances up to me when I walk up and sit on the swing next to him. Weird, he normally says hi back.

"What's wrong?" I ask, and he still doesn't look at me. After a few moments, he turns to me, and sighs.

"It's nothing, Bea. Don't worry about it," he says, but he doesn't sound like the happy Toby I know.

I stand up and walk in front of him. "No Toby. Something's wrong. You've been acting weird for months. I thought you were just being weird, but I'm starting to really worry about you," I say, trying to read his face.

A couple months ago, Toby started to act differently. He never seems to smile anymore, or look happy at all, except maybe when it's just us two. He keeps telling me he has a lot going on, but I still think it's something else. We've never kept secrets from each other, so I don't know why he won't tell me.

He stands up from the swing, and wraps his arms around me. Now I'm definitely alarmed. He never hugs me until we say goodbye.

"Toby, please talk to me," I say, hoping he'll tell me whatever is bothering him.

"Bea, there's…" he starts, but I interrupt him.

"No Toby, I know there is something wrong. Quit telling me there isn't," I say louder. I'm starting to get a little angry. Why can't he just tell me?

He sits back down on the swing, and I sit on the one next to him again. He's quiet, and I wait for him to say something.

And I still wait, a few minutes going by.

I sigh. "Is this about tomorrow? Have you been worried about it for months?" I ask. Tomorrow is his choosing ceremony. He took his test today. We're not supposed to talk about it, so that's why I never brought it up, but maybe he's actually thinking about leaving me. My best friend can't leave me.

He finally looks over to me, and I see pain in his eyes. This can't be good.

"Bea…." He starts, but is silent once again.

I stare at the ground. "You're leaving me, aren't you?" I ask quietly, dreading his reply.

He stands up, and then kneels in front of me, so he's looking up at me while I'm on the swing.

I stare into his eyes, trying to read what they're trying to tell me. Why would he want to leave me? I can't imagine life without my best friend, my only friend.

"Bea, I can't… I just can't." He's quiet for another moment, the silence surrounding us, and then he says, "I'm not leaving you," and a small smile appears on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

I stare at him for a moment, then say, "You promise?"

He's quiet again for a moment, and then finally says, "Yes, I promise."

I smile, and then wrap my arms around him. I was actually really worried about him leaving. But now I don't have to worry anymore!

We end up just sitting on the swings the rest of the time, just talking like we normally do. I try to ignore how Toby is acting a little different, but it's a little hard. We walk home together like always, and I try to stop thinking about how this could've been the last time we walked home together, if he chose differently tomorrow. But he told me he's not leaving, so there's nothing to worry about, right? He promised.

Then why do I keep worrying?

He gives me my goodbye hug, and I can't help but notice he holds me for a little bit longer tonight.

Everything's going to be alright.

Right?

*****PAGE BREAK*****

I sit next to my parents in the Abnegation section. I notice Toby's dad sit next to my dad. I look around, and I find Toby, but he doesn't look up at me. The whole ceremony he never looks over to me.

The speech at the beginning flies by; I don't pay attention to but Toby.

All too soon, they call his name and he walks up to the stage. I wish he could just look over to me, smile at me like he always does, so I know everything's okay. I mean, he told me he wasn't leaving me, promised me, but why does it feel like he is?

I watch as he runs the blade of the knife over his palm, and blood arises. He holds his arm out, extending it over a bowl.

I instantly go numb as I hear the sizzling of the coals.

He left me.

I don't even notice Marcus stand up. I don't notice the gasps from everyone in Abnegation. I don't notice the cheers from the Dauntless.

I barely see Toby's lips move, as he stares at me. I'm sorry.

I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

He lied to me. He left me.

He walks over to the Dauntless section and sits down. The rest of the world stops for me. Nothing else matters, because I just lost my best friend.

*****ELEVEN MONTHS LATER*****

It's been eleven months, and three weeks since Toby left me. I only know this because the choosing ceremony is next week.

A lot has happened since then. If I told someone everything that's happened in the last almost year, they wouldn't believe me. But it doesn't matter, because I can't tell anyone anyway.

About a week after Toby left, my mom called me over to talk when I got home from school.

*****FLASHBACK*****

"Beatrice, honey, can you come here for a minute?" I hear mom call from the kitchen.

I walk in, and she smiles at me.

"Honey, I talked to Mr. Eaton today. He came to me to ask a favor. Well, since Tobias left, he seems to not be able to keep the house clean and do all of the chores by himself. He asked me if either you or Caleb would be able to come over some nights to help him around the house," she explains. I don't want to be in that house, it would remind me too much of Toby. I miss him already, and he's only been gone a week.

As much as I don't want to be in Toby's old house, I know it would be selfish of me to not help Toby's dad. I could always make Caleb do it, but he seems super busy with school nowadays.

*****END FLASHBACK*****

If I had a chance to go back to that day, I don't know if I would've changed my answer. I mean, it would save me all the pain I've had to endure over the past year, but I don't want to think about what would've happened to Caleb if he was the one who chose to help Marcus.

I don't think of Marcus as Toby's dad anymore, he doesn't deserve that title. And as much as I want to hate Toby for leaving me, I can't, because I now know why he did it.

He did it to get away from his abusive father.

But I can hate Toby for a different reason. I hate him for leaving me with Marcus.

I hate him for not warning me, not telling me. Instead of Toby being Marcus's punching bag, he now uses me.

*****FLASHBACK*****

Today was my first day going to Mr. Eaton's house. I got there right after school, just like I was supposed to.

I am now curled up in my bed, trying to force the tears to stop. It's close to midnight, but there is no way I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'm terrified.

He beat me. He whipped me with his belt. He threatened me.

I never thought someone could be so cruel. I still see his angry face when I close my eyes. I don't know what I did to make him so angry though.

When I got there, he told me to help clean around the house. But after only a few minutes, he shoved me against the wall, and hit me. I didn't know what was going on. I still don't.

He punched me in the stomach, and a few times bashed my head against the wall, and I became dizzy. Then he took off his belt, and it only got worse.

When he was finally done whipping me, the welts on my back throbbing, he tightly wrapped his hand around my neck, and held me against the wall. He then menacingly whispered, "Now you're not going to tell anyone what happened today, or I will kill your entire family, understand? And I'll kill them if you don't show up here when you're told to, also."

I ran home after that, went straight to my room, and silently cried.

*****END FLASHBACK*****

I never dared to not show up. There was no doubt in my mind that if I didn't show up, he would kill my family. So every other day, I would show up at his house, and get beaten.

My appearance has changed a lot over the last year, or so I think. My body has filled out; I look a little older than a twelve year old. I've noticed from the few reflections I've seen of myself that my face looks fuller, and a lot harder than it used to because of all the beatings.

Nobody ever suspected a thing. I got good at hiding the pain, and the bruises and welts were kept hidden by my baggy clothing.

I eventually became numb to it. I don't cry anymore; don't scream when the belt beats against my skin. I learned that crying or screaming fuels him. So the quieter I am, the less the beating will be.

I was starting to give up hope. Recently, the beatings were getting worse and worse. I didn't know why either, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to survive them much longer.

About a month ago, I had thought about suicide. To me, suicide is the most selfish thing a person can do. But I figured, I had been selfless for so long, I could be selfish for once and end my misery. I mean, there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel for me. I had over a year until I could possibly get away, at my own choosing ceremony. But I knew there was no way I would be able to survive another year of this.

But about a month ago, I found the hope I needed. The choosing ceremony. It's the reason that Marcus's beatings were becoming worse, because that's the day Toby left him. But I had thought, maybe I could somehow get into this coming choosing ceremony. I was going to choose at age fifteen, not sixteen.

So that's what I did. I had talked to my dad, and I told him I wanted to learn more about the computers and help out with entering data at the government where he works. And with a little convincing, on the days I didn't go to Marcus's, I went with my dad to work and he taught me how to use the computers. Surprisingly, I am very good with computers.

It didn't take long for me to figure out how to enter data, and one day when everyone was at lunch, I created my new identity; Tris Bea (original, I know). I entered fake aptitude results and everything, to make it believable. And now, in one week, I will finally get away from this hell.

And I know exactly where I'm going; where I know I'm meant to be. I'm going to Dauntless.

*****PAGE BREAK*****

Today is my last day in hell. Today is the last day I'll ever have to endure Marcus's beatings, because tomorrow is the choosing ceremony. I'm doing something that has never been done before. I'm choosing when I'm fifteen. But nobody knows this, and probably only one person other than me will ever know.

I arrive at Marcus's just like always. I stand in the hallway, waiting for him to come around the corner and start the torture.

I hear him before I see him. I usually keep my eyes closed; it's a little more bearable when I don't see it coming. But something seems different about tonight, and it gives me a really bad feeling.

I open my eyes, and see a very drunk Marcus. I've never seen people drink, only have heard about it because its look upon as selfish, so nobody in Abnegation drinks.

But I can tell he's drunk, by his slouched posture and his staggering step. At first I think maybe tonight won't be as bad, because he might pass out soon from the looks of it.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

He first shoves me against the wall, my head hitting it hard. Usually, he steers clear of my face and head, because those are the most visible to see injuries, but I can see tonight he doesn't care.

He keeps shoving my head against the wall, and my vision becomes blurry. I fall to the floor, and try to move away from him, but he just kicks me in the stomach.

Minutes pass by, and I can feel myself losing consciousness. The beatings have never been bad enough where I become unconscious, but tonight's different.

Tonight is definitely different, and not in a good way.

Just before I succumb to the darkness, I feel my shirt being taken off.

*****PAGE BREAK*****

I slowly wake up, my head throbbing profusely. I lay there for a moment, trying to remember what happened. I realize I'm in a bed, and when I open my eyes, it looks like I'm in my room. But I can tell it's not my room, even though all the rooms in Abnegation look alike, mine feels different.

I slowly sit up, and the covers fall down to reveal my bare chest.

I gasp, lift the covers and see my body, completely naked. A red mark on the sheets alerts me to my body, and I finally feel all the pain.

Along with the pain of my head, there is a pain below my midsection; a pain I don't want to think about.

I jump out of the bed, grab the clothes that are on the floor, and quickly put them on, ignoring the pain screaming at me.

I run out of the house, tears falling down my face. I had gone so long without crying, but I can't hold them in after I was raped.

Its dark out, but I can tell the sun will be rising soon. I don't know how long I was out. I make it to my house, and rush into the bathroom. I jump in the shower, not caring if I wake anyone in my house, I have to wash him off me.

After what seems like hours, but only a little while passed, I get out and go to my room. I put on new clothes, and find a piece of paper and pen. For now, I'm going to forget about what happened to me. I need to get through today; I need to continue on with my plan. It's the only way I'll survive.

I sit down, and start to write the last words I'll probably ever say to my family.

Dear mom and dad, and Caleb too,

I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. I can't explain why, and I don't think you'd believe me even if I did. I just have to leave. I've never been able to be completely selfless, like you want me to. Please know that I love you all so much, but I can't do this any longer.

I can't tell you where I'm going, and I don't know if I'll ever see any of you ever again. I only have one request for you. Don't trust Marcus Eaton. Whatever he tells you, whatever he does, don't trust him. And don't let Caleb go over there to "help" him with anything, ever.

Please be safe, and maybe someday we will meet again.

I love you,

Beatrice.

Short and sweet, but I don't have much time left. I look at the clock, and it's almost 7 am, and my parents usually get up between 7 and 8. I place the note on the kitchen table, where I know they will read it when they have breakfast.

I know they won't be at the choosing ceremony today. I try not to think about how I may never see them again as I walk out of the front door.

*****PAGE BREAK*****

I make my way into the Abnegation section, and keep my head down. I know Marcus is here somewhere. But there is no way he's ruining my moment to be free.

Like last year, I don't pay attention to anything before my new name being called. Tris Bea.

I walk up, while keeping my head down, and I take the knife.

This is it. It's actually happening. I can finally get away.

I daringly look up, and my eyes meet the ones of the devil himself. His eyes widen as I run the blade across my palm, and while not even breaking eye contact, my hand goes over the coals and I hear the same sizzling I heard when Toby left last year.

I make my way over to the Dauntless section, and I take one last, final look at Marcus, and I see confusion and anger written all over his face.

I sit down, and take a deep breath.

My new life has officially started.

I am now free.

So what do you think? I know it seems a little farfetched, and a little scattered, but if I continue it, it will get better. I don't have a lot of time on my hands to write, so if I get more chapters up, it will practically be a miracle. I would love to read your reviews!