Broken - A divergent story

Chapter 20

Tris's Pov
My dad says nothing to me the whole ride home. I fidget with my hands.
What is he gonna do to me? What did I do wrong? Maybe I'll be fine?

But I was wrong.

As we pulled into the driveway he did speak. "The school called... and said you attacked a kid... a boy... is this true?"
Is it true? Do I tell him it's true? If I say no maybe I'll be okay? If he catches me lying though....
"I asked you a question!" he was now standing at my door
"Yes" I chocked "It's true"
He opens the door and grabs me my my shirt. "You never ever..." he stops realizing where out side and drags me inside.
"You never ever insult a man! You never ever hurt a man!" He yells at me
"How..." I cry "How is it different from what your doing to me right now?"
"It's different because you are not a man you are a women you are lesser then I am or any man is."
He punishes me really hard in the jaw.
"I don't enjoy hurting you... and I've been trying to think of punishing you in away that I can enjoy... and I finally did!" He pins me agents the wall "This... This was your last straw."
I'm crying so much it's hard to see. I have no idea what is going on until I feel my clothing coming off.
"Stop" I scream
I fight back and catch him off guard I knock him out cold.
***
I say there on the kitchen floor for hours. Noting happened but I can't move to scarred of what will happen when he wakes up.

I can't live like this anymore. I can't live anymore.

I grab my phone from my bag and head it to the medicine cabinet. My hand shaking I grab some pain killers.
Is this really worth it? Dieing? You will not die this will make the pain go away. I lie to myself
There are other ways to make the pain go away. Your not down yet Beatrice.
I put my phone and the pain killers down. But I head into the bathroom.
***
Twisting the blade between my fingers I think about the pros and cons.
Pros:
I can take my mind of my mental pain.
I can forget about a lot of things by focusing on this.
Cons:
Physical pain... But is this really a con?
Slit
Slit
Slit
Slit
4 cuts form onto my wrist. But I feel no pain. Think about the cuts. Think about the cuts. Think about the cuts.
Searing pain shoots threw my arm. I hear a scream but nobody is around. Was it my scream?
I hear the front door slam. Guessing he left I relax a little bit an think about the pain shooting threw my wrist.
2 days later
I didn't go into school the next day and Chuck didn't come home either. I spent the day debating if I should stay or leave. I can't stay here but I can't leave ethier. I have no where to go.
But in Thursday I had to go into school I can't afford to miss school.
***
It is still surprisingly warm for Chicago. It has cooled down a bit seance August but it's not long sleeve weather yet. How can I cover up my cuts without people noticing? In the end I just go with a long sleeved black shirt as use counselor to cover the bruise on my jaw area.
I run to my car and drive really fast hoping someone will pull me over because then maybe I can... finally tell someone what's going on in my life maybe they'll take me away from Chuck... or maybe they wont believe me and then...
I see I'm about to hit a girl and pull on the breaks. The girl screams at me and I mouth I'm sorry.
by the time I get to school I'm tardy which is good because I have decided to avoid everyone as much as possible.
This is how it will have to be from now on... I can't drag everyone into my problems it's not fair.

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Poor tris :(
so hey longer chapter yay!