How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

And It Begins

Two months have passed since I heard the three musketeers talking in the hallway and the only thing that has changed in my life is Mason and Charley have practically baby-proofed our house. Either hiding everything with a blade or watching me like a hawk when I am holding one. I have finally subdued my thoughts of self-harm but I still debating whether or not to kill Peter.

Thankfully no one has tried to humiliate or bully me, I guess my 'touch me and I kill you' demeanor is working. Even Mrs. Mathews has gotten off my case. I guess my luck ran out because as I am sitting at lunch Marlene boldly approaches me.

"You look just as pathetic as you did the day I first saw you."

"Shut up Marlene," I say, my voice more defeated than usual.

"Despite how much I love making you miserable, that's not why I'm wasting my time on you right now. No, I'm here because I need you to do something for me."

"Why on earth would I do anything for you?"

"Because if you don't I will make your life a living hell."

I laugh harshly with no hint of humor in my voice, "Get in line." I paused, "Out of curiosity what exactly did you want from me?"

"You're going to help me get Four back."

I laugh, this time I truly amused. "The chances of you and Four getting back together are just about as good as Adien walking into this room."

Marlene glares knives at me, "You're a jackass Tris Prior and I wouldn't be surprised if that pathetic fool, Aiden, planned out the entire attack so that he wouldn't have to look at you ever again."

That drew the line. I launched up from my seat and grabbed her collar with one of my hands as the other hurls at her face. The impact cracks bone but I don't care who's I just threw punch after punch, slamming into her tearful, screaming, bloody face, over and over again.

Someone yanks me back as administrators rush over to retain me. Four is yelling at me over and over, as well as Mason and Charley telling me to calm down and back away. By now the big, ugly, angry tears rolling down my face have turned it to sorrowful ones the slide down my face in a constant single file line. The strong hands of police and administers encircle my arms and wrists pulling them behind my head. The motion is so familiar to me that it feels natural to bend my arms into, what use to be, an uncomfortable position.

Guilt doesn't wriggle its way into my gut as we walk to the principles office. However, I am becoming conscious of the throbbing in my hand, it intensifies with every step. We reach the door to the office and my attention is immediately drawn to an old man sitting by the door, fill out some paperwork. He looks so peaceful and content and I instantly despise him for it.

"BEATRICE PRIOR!" My name booms from the mouth of the principle making everyone in the room, except me and the people holding me, jump.

I trudged into his office and was informed that I was suspended for a week, and if I happened again I would be expelled. I wondered if Mr. and Mrs. Archer would notice me again, I told myself I didn't matter if the did or did, but deep down I knew I cared greatly.

As I fill out the paperwork at the front desk, the old man walks up and hands the paperwork he was working on it, but he doesn't walk away. I tense.

"Hey, I noticed that hand of yours is pretty battered. I used to be a doctor. Can I take a look at it?" He asks in a rough but kind voice.

I glance at my hand that looks utterly wrecked. I'm positive I broke a bone or two in it and the blood spread in a thin layer across my knuckles dripping down the sides of my hand isn't only Marlene's. I lock eyes with him trying to read what underlying motive is making him offer his services, but I can't see any. I hesitantly nod my head, gently resting my crippled hand in his gentle, calloused one.

He leads me to the nurse's office to collect the supplies needed to support my hand. If only it were as easy to support my shattered heart. Fat tears start to brim my eyes again but I clench my jaw making the tears retreat not wanting this stranger to see me as the weak and pathetic person I am. When we get there the nurse is nowhere to be found but he moves around the room like he belongs there. Registering the confused expression on my face causes him to smile, informing me that his daughter is the school nurse so he visits her frequently. I can't help but hate him more fervently for that. Jealous of their Cinderella, father/daughter, relationship.

He washes my hand in warm water making me tense from pain but I don't show any obvious signs of the torture I am enduring until he begins to move my fingers, testing for the broken bone. I scream as fat tears escape my eyes. They aren't so much for the physical pain I am in, rather then the emotional pain I am enduring. He keeps working steadily my evident pain not affecting him. Once he has finished doing what he can for my hand with school resources the tears have slowed to a trickle, but not stopped. I get up and mumble a thank you, but apparently, the doctor hasn't finished healing me.

"Why did you punch them.?"

I don't turn around. "Because she deserved it."

"If we all got what we deserved, we would all be dead."

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Hey guys I'm back I think but I am going to change the direction of this story. I have changed a lot as a person since I last wrote in here so obviously will write a little different, but I hope you will continue to read. Y'all mean a lot to me. :) Don't forget to Like and follow (if you liked this chapter obviously.) I'm also going to be uploading an entirely new story it is set during the Vietnam war if that interests you. It will be completely finished when I upload it because I've already finished the story lol, hopefully I can get it up before then end of the week. Anyhow hope y'all are having a great year! :)