Divergent High

Chapter 63~ Part 2

Tobias POV
"Why do you do that?" I ask while fixing the sheets on the bed. "Do what?" Tris asks rubbing the last of her lotion on her hands before helping me. "Wear that to bed." I tell her. "What's wrong with this?" She exclaims. She is wearing small, lacy, red underwear with a black tank top on, and it's a tight one. "It's sexy, and seductive." I tell her. She laughs, "Yes. I definitely see your problem." She says as we slide into bed, cuddling under the blankets. I kiss the top of her head.

"School tomorrow." She says with a sigh. I know she likes parts of school, getting an education, but no one can 100% love school, there will always be something you hate about it. "Yeah." I say sighing as well. She flips onto her stomach and faces me. "I hope you sleep free of nightmares tonight love." She says kissing me. I kiss back but pull back as she cuddles back into me, I turn off the light and soon drift off.

Searing pain, Throughout my body, no spot that doesn't scream for relief. I cling tighter to the box as he swings again hitting my ribs. This makes me yell in agony, and both me and the box fall to the ground. I curl up as much as I can on my floor, the floor I used to lay on every night with this same exact feeling. The next pain to rush though me is not of a whip but of my father, my own blood, kicking me. I can feel something soaking the side of my shirt, and the bruising beginning. "Stop!" I yell. I should've known better, what I've learned is to never, ever yell stop. That just gives him energy to keep going. He whips me on my leg and soon it turns numb.

The pain may no longer be there, but that's because I can't tell if my leg is even there anymore. He kicks me again, right in the ribs, right where the belt hit. My eyes are barely open anymore, the pain too excruciating to carry on with life. Through the chaos of trying to kill me, the box opened up. The lid slid to the side, and pieces of the glass poured out. The shimmering of the blue distracts me from the boldness of the red pooling around me. And that's the last thing I see before I wake up.

I shoot up from the bed, sweat building on my forehead and my body shaking. "Same dream?" Tris asks. She's up as well, pulling her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. "Part two of the dream." I say, remembering how it picked up right where the last one ended.

The feelings, the pain, the fear, all the same. She rubs my back and I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. She kisses my cheek and curls into my side. I wrap an arm around her, hoping that her calmness and content will transfer to me. I close my eyes, hoping no praying that Marcus doesn't return, but if he does, I pray he'll just finish me off.