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Sixteen

My eyes flutter open as I feel a shifting of weight, first it was pressed into my back, then to my side. I mumble incoherently, yawning widely.

I stretch out, limb-by-limb, before finally swinging my feet over so they touched the floor.

I hear the faint sound of running water, like water streaming out of a shower. I take that as my cue to leave, sliding out the door of Eric's apartment.

I didn't know what time it was, but something made me exceedingly uneasy, as if I was late.

After jogging down to the Dauntless-born's Accommodation, I grab a pair of black high-waisted shorts with a few rips, and a black sweater crop top. The accommodation was empty, considering the others were at breakfast.

I lay them on the sink across from my shower stall, stripping out of my clothes and shutting the stall door behind me.

I ease myself under the head of the shower, pushing my hair back. I feel it curl under my fingers, and I sigh.

I hear the sound of creaking, and as I rinse off, I swear I hear the pitter patter of feet.

"Hello?" I call out, moving back from the water. I hear nothing, so I leave the water running, exiting the shower stall.

I look around, and the next thing I know, my mouth is smothered by a hand. I claw at the hand, murmured screams against the hand.

"Shush, honey." A male's voice murmurs. "Stop struggling."

I squirm more, screaming. "Let go!" I finally whip around, my attacker holding my wrists so tight, they'll bruise later.

"Shane?" I question, clearly in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. "Why are you doing this?"

"Eric took something I care about from me, and now... I'll take something he cares about from him. I can't hurt his family, but I can hurt you."

"I though you were with Nikki!" I yell.

"Nikki was a backup. Emery... I had her, but Eric showed up and took her away from me!" Shane yells at me, holding my jaw. I shove him away from me, towards the shower I had been in.

As he lets go of me, I launch backwards, my hands and back slamming into the sink and glass mirror. My face hits the glass, and I hit the floor, curling on my side.

Glass sprinkles around me, my back slightly cut, along with my cheek and palms.

Shane, now soaking wet, sees me barely sitting up from the floor, and grabs my ankles tightly.

I scream frantically, thrashing and kicking my legs. My towel loosens and I fear I'm about to lose it.

"Shane, stop!" I scream, looking at the camera in the corner. "Help!"

I feel my eyes begin to burn, tears stinging my eyes.

I slam my foot into his chest, he gasps, and I scramble to my feet, tightening my grip on my towel.

He yanks me back by the tendrils of my hair, and I land on my butt, screeching. "Son of bitch!"

He tugs me so hard, I slam into his chest and his hands wrap around my throat. I release a strangled screech, my feet off the ground. I squirm and thrash, trying to force air into my lungs.

I elbow him in the jaw, and in return, he slams my head forward into the tiled wall of the shower once, and then into the ceramic sink behind me.

I screech, my skull on fire. I moan out in pain, before spitting in Shane's,face.