Dauntless Born

1. Who's The Young Lady Now?

Just letting you guys know that there is mild language and elements in the fanfiction. Read at your own risk.
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Tris

"Tris!" I hear a male voice shout from across the room.

I roll over and groan into my pillow, trying to avoid the fact that I had to get out of bed.

"You've gotta get up!"

His voice echoes throughout the room, and I imagine the ceiling caving in.

"Please just one more minute Zeke!" I wail like a child.

"Tris, I would, but Mom wants you up right now," Zeke explains.

"Fine," I grumble "Thanks anyway."

I peek my eye open to find Zeke sitting down at the edge of the bed.

I helplessly reach my hands out towards him.

"Help me up," I pout.

"What makes you think I'm pulling you out of bed?" he snickers.

"Because I'm your favorite sister," I persist.

"Your my only sister, Tris," he chuckles.

I close my eyes again, indulging in the warmth of my bedsheets. 

I suddenly feel someone clasping onto both my arms, catapulting me out of bed.

"I meant gently!" I laugh, stumbling over him.

"You never said gently," he teases, strolling out of the room with a smug smile.

"Asshole," I mutter to myself.

"I heard that!" Zeke chastises me.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You better clean up that attitude young lady," he wiggles his finger in my face. 

"You sound like mom," I laugh at him.

"I know. I was kidding," he says as he playfully punches me in my shoulder. 

"Alright, that's it!" I holler, springing off the floor and tackling him to the ground.

"Who's the young lady now?" I smirk. 

"You," he says dauntingly.

I grab both his arms and pin him to the ground. 

"Who's the young lady now?"

I know Zeke could easily pry me off of him in an instant. I may be small and thin, but I do have quite a bit of muscle for my age. Uriah always tells me it's my legs, which probably why I'm a fast runner. I'm not nearly as strong as Zeke, though. 

Zeke instantly flips over, grabs me by my torso, and hauls me over his shoulders.

"Put me down!" I plead, giggling like a little girl.

"Not until you say you're sorry."

"I refuse!" I yell in objection.

He continues stomping down the hallway until he reaches the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I shriek. You can hear the pure terror in my voice as I say it. It is never a good idea to taunt my brother, but I do it anyway.

"Oh, nothing," he chuckles. Oh no. 

I hear the splash of water running from the faucet, and I realize he has turned the shower on.

"Ezekiel Pedrad, put me down right this second!" I demand.

Zeke despises me whenever I use his full name. I can always tell he finds it embarrassing, which is why I save it for moments like this when he really deserves it. 

I feel the iced cold water on my fingertips, and I yelp.

"Mom!" I scream.

I was not going to be put in ice cold water.

I knew that he was putting me in the shower farther because I could feel the water reaching my elbow.

"Zeke stop!"

"Are you gonna say you're sorry?" He taunts.

"No w-"

"Zeke put her down right now!" my mother scolds.

He groans in frustration, placing me on the floor in defeat.

He carefully turns off the facet.

"That's enough you two," my mother declares walking out of the room.

"I didn't have to say I'm sorry," I whisper to Zeke, sticking my tongue out and then running for my life.

I lock the door as soon as soon as I reach my bedroom.

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