Mine

Tobias Eaton, Sir

  Sometimes you get lucky, other times you don't. That day might as well been the best day if my life. It may haven't have looked like it, but amazing things come out of the worst.
  
   My boyfriend, Peter, and I were having another fight. We always fought and never agreed on things. Even on what brand of Mac and cheese to get. My muscles tensed knowing what would come after.

    Peter would often hit me and beat me when I stood up for myself. He believed that women should have no say in decisions, and that they should agree with whatever their man says. My father didn't even know, I was forced to date Peter because he was wealthy and put a lot of money towards the Republican party.
   
   The fight of the day was about how I was always wrong about which way to go to get to his Mother's house.

  "You are always wrong Beatrice." Peter huffed.

  "It's Tris you jerk." I snapped.

  "What was that young lady?" I gulped, knowing the mistake I had made.

  "Learn your lesson young lady. Find your way home." He snapped back, and the car screeched as it came to a stop.

   The next couple seconds were a blurr, but I remember him shoving me to get to the handle that would open the passengers side. Doing this, he smacked my head. When the door popped open, my seatbelt was unbuckled, and my hands, knees and stomach hit the hot, hard concrete.

   On my descent, my head met the pavement. A thin layer of fog covered my eyes, and it was the only thing I could focus on to ignore the throbbing pain going through my body like a shock wave. I lay there for what felt like days, weeks, year even. Bit it was only for a couple minutes. The pain coursing through my knees, elbows and stomach soon rushed all too my head.

   Forcing myself to get up despite the almost unbearable pain, I looked around for means of transportation. All that I saw were empty train tracks and wide open tundra. By the looks of it, the train tracks hadn't been used in years, due to the excessive amount of rust, so that wasn't an option. There was nobody else on the road, so I couldn't hitchhike. So my only option, I decided was to lie down and die. Let the black take over and just give up.

    Just as I was about to sit back down, I heard a noise. Very faint at first. As the sound got closer and closer, I recongnuzed it. A train horn. I was taken aback for a minute, because it seemed like a motivation to keep living.

  How I got onto the train I have no idea. I wasn't thinking, just doing. Safe and secure in a car, I let my head rest against the wall. Some of the pain was lifted, but not all, so it still throbs.

  "Pardon me, are you who I think you are? The first daughter, yes. Beatrice Prior isn't it? What is such a loyal, innocent girl doing on a train with a hobo?" A voice pipes up from the corner. I reply immediately, scanning the figure. His hair is in chocolate brown curls, framing his clean shaven face. I almost get lost in the deep blue orbs that are his eyes.

  "That depends, who is asking." I said, raising an eyebrow questionly.

  "I'm Tobias Eaton." His voice so seductively deep.

  "Well, Tobias Eaton, Sir, why I am here is none of your business." I replied bluntly.

  "I'll make it my business." He retorted with a smirk.

  "Why?"

   "Because I feel like you are different."
  "No, Tobias Eaton, I am basic."
  "I can prove that wrong in a second."