Disaster(Under Editing)

Marcus

We go to my house after school I see my little sisters are home I hug them.

"TRIS!" they yell I don't know why but they love her.

"Wow thanks guys, won't even do that for your own brother." I fake cry

"to-four" they say less enthusiastic. Then they gasp,

"Are you guys dating?" "NO!!" we both yell I go to my room, we scream at the same time,

"NO NO NO NO!!!!"

They giggle and run to there rooms.

"Where do we start?" I ask truly puzzled, I wonder why did I even join Thearter?

"How about when the parents call for war and they kill each other. Tori never said what character we have to be." she states.

"I like the way your thinking Prior."

"Thank You Eaton."

I laugh, then she looks puzzled

"Why are you laughing?" she asks confused

"I truly do not know... is it hot in here." as i'm pulling on my collar.

"No." she just walks away and plops on my couch.

"Did I say you could sit down?"

"No, but since when have I listened to you?" she smirks

"Point taken."

She looms at me and starts to study my face, I do the same. There is something different about her and I like it.

"Tris."
"Yeah Four."
"Don't calm me Four." Her face scrunches with confusion.
"What do I call you."
"Call me Tobias."

She looks at me and slowly nods. We pull out our homework and start to work on it

Time Lapse

I start to pick up my papers and stuff them into my bookbag,

"We are going to nail this project."

"Tobias we haven't even got one scene done, all you did was watch Supernatural."

"You watched it with me."

"Only because Sam and Dean are both super hot and bad-ass." I state back.

I hear a car pull into his driveway and a car-door slamming.

"Tris go upstairs."

"What, Why?"

"Tris please, go upstairs and hide in my closet, NOW!"

I shuffle up to his bedroom, but I keep my ear pressed against the door.

Tobias P.O.V.
The front door slams shut and walks in is a very drunk Marcus,
"Tobias did you make me dinner?"

"No sir I was studying for school."

"You worthless piece of shit, when I come home I expect everything done. Do you know what that is, I want my dinner made, my bed prepped, the house spotless, and you to be put of my God Damn sight."

He pulls his belt out of the loops of his pants and strikes me right across my face.

"Now take your shirt off and fave the wall. NOW!"

I do as he says. the pains starts as little stabs, then when he starts hitting into fresh scars again it's hard for me to control my screams of pain. Each slash he whispers a different comment about me.

"Stupid, Trash, Retarded, Fuck Head, Worthless."

He finally stops and walks away. My head I fuzzy and it's hard to think straight. Before I slip into a deep sleep, I hear an angle whisper soothing words in my ears and start to carry me away.