Divergent : Tris Pedrad

Chapter 9

     -Graphic Chapter-
Tris POV

My body slammed against the floor and I gasped in agony, reaching for my head, which spun. I felt hands grab me and hoist me up roughly. I struggled against the hands and flung my body uselessly. My body was slammed against the wall and I stared in shock at the faces around me. Al, Peter, and Drew. "What was that about kicking my ass you said earlier?" He asked, as they all pinned me against the wall.

My head was spinning and I caught a glimpse of a wrench on the floor. I could feel the steady flow of blood dripping from my head. He must have hit me with the wrench.
"Coward," I said, struggling.

His fist struck my stomach and I gasped in pain. "Bitch," he growled.

I coughed, choking for air. I kneed peter as hard as I could and he fell to the floor, groaning. But drew and al grabbed me, throwing me to the floor. "YOU BITCH!" Peter screamed.
I struggled to my hands and knees but a hard kick nailed my side and I felt sickening snaps. Then peter grabbed the wrench and I felt sickening pain flash across my head, once again, and then against my stomach. He pulled his foot back and kicked me again, this time nailing my arm with a disgusting crunch. I screamed in pain. Everything was spinning, and all I could feel was pain. "Get...... away....." I gasped, blood pooling Underneath me.
Peter smirked and kicked me. Again and again. Hitting me with agonizing stabs. I felt my self drifting off farther with each kick, and I wanted to just black out.
Then peter did something repulsive.

He climbed on my waist, pinning me to the floor. "Get....off......" I pleaded.

"Weak little bitch. I told you I'd kick your ass. You deserve it. You got me kicked off the team," he said leaning in close.

"Peter stop," al said, his voice cracking.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled at him.

"Please......" I pleaded, choking on my own blood.

"You said your 16? Let's check," he said snaking his hand in my shirt.

I felt vomit rise in my throat and he groped my chest. I screamed in pain. In agony. "Dang, stiff," he teased.

I felt sick to my stomach. Absolutely repulsed. His hands ran down my hips and he grabbed the button on my jeans.  A substantial amount of blood was pooled around me, drenching my clothes. I gasped for air as he unbuttoned my pants, pushing his hands in. I struggled, kicking and screaming. My body jerked violently against him. I was in absolute agony.
He dug his hand in me and I screamed harder than imaginable. It hurt so bad. I started sobbing. And he wouldn't stop. It hurt. So bad.

"Peter stop!" Al yelled.

"You know what. You're right al," he said before climbing off of me.

"You have a turn," he said with a smirk.

"No," al said immediately.

"I know you've always wanted to. Do it," he said gesturing towards me.

I lay in a bloody pool, shaking and gasping for air. I had no energy left. My body didn't move. "No...." al said.

"Do it!" Peter yelled.

"I won't rape her," al said with agony in his eyes.