Chapter 2

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Lilly's point of view

I wake up, but not in my room. I wake up in a room with black covers and tan walls. I see a dresser to my right and a door to my left. I look around at my surroundings. This isn't my room. Where am I? How did I get here?

I get up and go out the door. I see a living room with the same color of walls as the bedroom. The living room is basic. A tv, couch, and table. You can see the kitchen in the corner. I see the refrigerator, stove, and dish washer. I study the room, seeking an answer. Nothing, I've never been here before. I see a door that must lead out of here. I decide to go. I'm at the door, turning the door knob, then in a flash, I'm looking at a man with blue eyes and a muscular body. I'm looking into his eyes, and then I see anger in his eyes. I look at another person, a girl. She has blonde hair and gray eyes. She looks skinny. I look back to the man, and I see he is going to punch me. I duck and run back toward the couch. He comes after me. The girl is frozen. He comes in for another punch, and duck again. I decide to run out the door, never to be seen again.

Just then, a strong hand grabs my arm, and I'm thrown back toward the floor. He puts me against the wall, and ties my hands behind me. I struggle against his hold.

"Let me go, LET ME GO," I scream trying to make him stop.

"Who...Are you," He says in his manly voice and keeps me against the wall.

"I'm...Lilly," I reply, tired. I guess fighting him was a bad idea, but I did it anyways. Stupid.

"How did you get in," He asks.

I stay silent.

"HOW DID YOU GET IN," He yells.

"I DON'T KNOW, OKAY! ONE MINUTE I WAS IN MY ROOM, THE NEXT, I'M HERE! JUST PLEASE LET ME GO. I'LL GO," I yell, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

He looks at me, like I said something crazy. He turns his back and whispers something to the girl. I look at his back, it looks like he has a tattoo. It curls around his back to his shoulders. I look at the girl. She has a tattoo, too, on her heart. It looks like three ravens flying.

"Wait a minute..." I begin, they turn toward me.

"You're Four and Tris, both Abnegation transfers, you transferred to Dauntless." I say and realize that I'm right.

"You," I point to Four. " Transfered because of your father, Marcus Eaton, government leader of Abnegation. You were abused by him, and that's why you transferred."

"You," I point to Tris. "Transferred because you felt like you weren't selfless enough, so you transfered."

Once I'm silent, I look at both of them. Four looks angry and shocked, Tris looks like she might cry. Four comes toward me, face full of anger. I back away. He still comes toward me. I stop, about to ask a question. But I don't because Four grabs me by the throat, and lifts me up, choking me. I'm trying to breathe, but can't. I see his hand turn into a fist, and sends it toward my face. I feel the impact of it, and he drops me. I hit my head on the floor, and everything blurs. The last thing I see is Four and Tris looking at me, and then I black out.

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