Forever and Always

Chapter 29

Tris' POV

I wake up and look outside. It's dark. Ugh. But then I see something, Four's light is on. Why would his lights be on in the middle of the night? I text him.

T- r u ok? Ur light is on

He almost immediately responds back.

4-so u r looking in my window?😏

T-yes. R u ok?

4-beating. Can't sleep.

T-do u want me to come over?

4-no it's fine, can I come over to ur house?

T-sure

I put my phone down and realize that I'm only wearing a long shirt. I quickly slip some athletic pants on and a jacket over the tee-shirt to hide the scars and soon there's a knock on my window. I go and open it. There stands Four, looking like he can hardly move.

I help him in and immediately put him down on my bed.

"Did you clean up?" I ask. "The best I could, it's hard to reach my back. But don't worry about it," he adds quickly. I ignore him and go grab my medical stuff. "Lay down," I order. "Tris, you don't have to-"
"Lay down," I order. He obeys.

I lift his shirt up just enough to see the lash marks. They weren't overly big but they also weren't small. I cleaned them and wrapped it up. "Anywhere else?" I ask. "Tris, you didn't have to do that."
"But I wanted to. You helped me when I was beaten," I say, trying to hide that I was in pain myself. "But you were new to the beating thing, you didn't know how to do it," Four says. Well that hurt. I'm tired of being told that I can't do this, don't know how to do that. And that's not true, I can. It hurts when he says this, but also I'm not new to it. I get upset but mostly mad.

"I told you the first day that I have done this since I was 6! I'm not new to it!" I say/scream. "Well then you're quite stupid and vulnerable because you needed help!" He says at the same volume. "I don't need help," I say, still at that level. "Yes you do! Your stupid, vulnerable, ugly, and messed up!" He says. That hurt. Really badly. "FINE! THEN JUST LEAVE!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

Four stands there stunned and I have tears threatening to spill.

I hear footsteps go up the steps and I know that's not a good sign. I close my eyes as if all my problems will go away if I do. They don't.

They footsteps get louder and my door swings open. "WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD AT TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?" Mom yells, mad. Well she's also being loud at 2 in the morning. "You," she points to Four, "needs to leave. Now!" She yells. Four doesn't move, I'm looking at the floor, not making eye contact with him. "Four, leave," I say, my voice heavy with tears. He must have noticed that I was crying and that I truly wanted him to leave because he slips out of the window wordlessly.

I turn to my mom.

"Come to the basement," she says, then walks away. After a second I follow her down the hard word steps. We reach the basement door and walk down more steps, then she takes the belt off of a hook on the wall. "I didn't want to do this twice," she says, then pauses, "well actually I did. Shirt off, against the wall." I do as she instructs and the first lash make contact with my skin at incredible force. I scream and fall instantly. Maybe it's worse because I already have open wounds? But I don't think so. Part of the reason, yes, but I think she's doing it extra worse.

TIME LASPE TO AFTER BEATING

Mom finishes her last lash and punch. As she is storming up the stairs she says, "I don't want you talking to that boy again. If you do....well let's just let you imagine that." No problem, I don't want to talk to him anyway because of the hurtful words he said to me.

I lye in a really big puddle of blood. The beating lasted until 8. Which is 6 hours. I passed out multiple times, I've never had a beating this bad. A 3 hour one? Yeah, once or twice. But not a 6 hour one.

My back was nothing but blood. I can't even feel it any more. I can't move, at all. I can only lye there.

The door slams which means Mom left. Caleb must have left already to because school has already started.

Like I said, I can't move, and most of the time when I say that I mean that it's to painful to move, not this time. I physically cannot move. This is bad, really bad. Just looking at the amount of blood I can see, which isn't even half, is way to overwhelming. I know that I need to call 911. This bad. The worse yet.

I look around for a phone, not even thinking about the story I'll have to tell. There is no phone down here. All the phones are upstairs. I have to get upstairs. There is no way I can get upstairs, I can hardly move.

Then I see it.

A phone, Mom's phone, laying in my blood. She left it, probably on purpose because it was covered in blood. There is so much blood on it that it was easy to miss. It was right next to me, right at my hand. Mom can be an idiot sometimes.

I stick out my pointer finger, not able to grad it, and it the power button. It comes on in a matter of minutes. I hit call. The dial screen come up. I press, 9, 1, 1. Then I hit speaker.

It rings for a minute but then it picks up. "911, what is your emergency?" The lady on the other end asks. I can hardly speak. "Mom....beating....blood....lots....help," I say as well as possible. "Ma'am? Ma'am. What is your location?" The lady asks. "6....Split....Huffacker....road," I answer. "Okay, we're on our way. Hang tight," the lady says then hangs up. I lay in the blood.

Barely even a minute later I hear sirens. The door opens. "Where are you?!" A worker or whoever asks. I can't answer. I can hardly talk.

I hear the house being searched and then I hear the basement door open. I can be seen from the stairs and I hear, "SHE'S DOWN HERE!" Feet charge the stairs.

Multiple people are down here and I see a gurney. Medics are behind it, walking towards me. No! No not medics! Medics scare me so badly.

They approach me and I feel like that kid on Christmas Story who is scared of Santa. They lift me up and that's when I lose it. I start to cry. Not because of pain, because I'm terrified. What did I get myself into?

They put me on the gurney on my stomach so they don't irritate my back. As they were about to carry me up the stairs I remember something. "I need... my shirt!" I cry, trying to get up. "You're fine, we need to see your back anyway," one of the medics say, a girl medic. "No...Dad's!....need it.....Please!" I cry. The girls medic seems to understand and she goes and gets it. She hands it to me and I can't grab it, because I can't move, so she puts it beside me.

They pick up the gurney and carry me upstairs. They bring me to the ambulance. I have adult neighbors outside watching me. I am put in the ambulance and they drive away.

The medics shout stuff at each other. I guess that's usual. They keep telling the driver to drive fast but he can't.

As soon as we arrive at the hospital, I black out.

*A/N
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