Divergent High. Love. Hurt. And Lots of Four/Tris.

This pain has no gain

Tris POV

I can't stop blushing. I feel really awkward sitting there everyone laughing at me. They start trying to say sorry but just can't seem to stop laughing. I look up my cheeks still slightly pink but not as bad as they had been before, the guys faces are completely red, no sign of skin tone anywhere, whereas the girls just have their heads down slowly shaking them as if to say 'what will we do with them' I closely look at everyone's faces, studying them, trying to get a good look. The girls are beautiful, Zeke is kind of cute but not my type, Uriah is just plain childish- is he even a teenager or is he 5 years old- Will is cute but I can tell Christina has feeling for him by the way she looks at him, and Four, well, he's hotter than the sun but-

"Hey Tris. Why didn't you come sit with me and my buds?" a man's voice says interrupting my thoughts. Peter. We live across the street from each other. When I started moving in he came over and offered to help me and my family move in. We got pretty close and then one Sunday we were outside of my house, drinking some lemonade my mom had made, taking a break from moving, when he leaned into me and we kissed. After that we kind of became girlfriend and boyfriend. My parents were happy, well my mom was anyways. My dad tried to look happy for me but I could tell he was worried, I had never been to Peter's house, we had only met 1 month ago, and for all we know, he could have been an axe murderer. Well... he wasn't.

"Cause your 'buds' are jerks and stupid drunks that keep trying to get to get into my pants. You are the only one who I like to hang out with out of you and your 'buds'. And I've made a new friend. I think. I'm pretty sure I and Christina are good but I have no clue about the rest of you." I say looking at everyone. They all just smile at me and nod.

"Well," he says taking me by the arm, "please just come over and give them another chance." He pleads.

"She said she didn't want to. Why don't you go away Peter?" Four spat

"Oh look, Four standing up for Tris, she doesn't need you to protect her. She knows I won't let anything happen to her" He then tightens his grip on my arm and I slightly try to get my arm out of his grasp which only makes him tighten it so that the circulation is cut off to my hand. He then pulls me up and over to the table he's sitting at with his friends. They either give me a look like they want to sleep with me or like they want to bury me alive. Either way it is not very pleasing. I shift uncomfortably on the bench I'm sitting on.

Fours POV

I'm looking over at her not realising that imp staring until Marlene says

"Four, you ok?"

"I'm fine. It's just Peter, he's a jerk." I lied. I didn't like Peter but now that he was sitting with Tris and was close to her and maybe even dating. I could tell something was going on by the way they looked at each other, when they weren't fighting about his lame excuse of friends. He had feeling for her and she definitely had something for him, imp not sure if it was love or friendship in her eyes but it was something and I didn't like it. Tris was, she was beautiful. Her eyes were always bright and sparkling, her lips looked delicate and soft. Was... was I... was I in love with Tris? I didn't realise that I was staring again until Zeke said;

"FOUR! You're starting again. This has to do with more just Peter, and I intend to find out what it is." He said with a nod of his head at the end for emphasis. Great. Zeke was now going to be following me around like a lost puppy. I need that! Please note the sarcasm.

Tris POV

*TIME LASP*

I'm on my way home. I don't really want to go home but it's getting dark out, I've been trying to avoid home but I need somewhere to sleep. I'm not going to sleep on a park bench and wait for some homeless guy to come around and try to rape me. I walk in the front door and see my brother Caleb on the couch watching TV. He sees me come in and says;

"Be quiet going up the stairs. He's in his room, don't know if he's asleep or not." He whispers.

"Thank bro." I whisper in reply.

My dad hates me. He always tries to beat me hurt me because of something that happened 2 years ago. It was my mother death. He blames me for it because she died in a car crash, and I was the one who was driving the car. I didn't try to get into an accident like my dad thinks, it wasn't even my fault, we had a green light and I was driving, then a car comes speeding through a red light and hits us on the side of the car my mother was sitting in. I was driving because it was a road trip and we were taking turns and it was my turn. My mother died, my father came out with serious injuries, Caleb was in a coma and I had a broken leg, arm and shrapnel inside of me. Even though I got hurt more than him he blames me and thinks I did this on purpose. He does it because he doesn't want to think that my mother was supposed to die. So long story short, my dad hates me and hurts me every chance he gets.

I quietly tiptoe my way up the steps not making a sound when I hear a door creak open and see my father at the top of the staircase, he sees me so I try to make a run for it and this time I reach the door before he grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me back, choking me along the way, which imp not sure if he means to or not but he is smirking and laughing a harsh laugh at me struggling to get catch my breath. He then hulls me up the stairs by my top and then throws me down them and I tumble and fall down the stairs. This is a bad one. I can already tell he's had a bad day, but then my thoughts are interrupted by him grabbing my leg and dragging me up the stairs and slamming me against the wall. He then walks into his room and gets the biggest hardcover book he can find and brings it out. The dictionary, great. He then whips it across my face and gets on his knees and whispers into my ear;

"You will pay for what you did to her, trust me, what you call torture, hasn't even begun. I will avenge her death even if it means torturing and eventually killing my own daughter. Your mother, my wife, she was the world to me and without her everything is crumbling apart, and you shall pay for it." He then gets up and kicks me in the side which results in me doubling over in pain.