Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

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Modern day/contemporary. Warnings for abuse and homophobia.
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THIRD PERSON
It's a cold Chicago winter night when Christina is violently shoved out of her house. She has only a backpack on her back, and it's the only thing that breaks her fall on the thin ice that makes her skid back.

Frozen in fear and now from the cold, Christina looks up at her father with scared eyes. He's looming over her, fist clenched. Her jaw already hurts and she can't take anymore. She crawls away, unable to stand for the moment, and her bare hands slip and slide and freeze.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Christina sobs. "What did I do?"

Her father attempts to kick her, but she dodges it and lands on her belly. She's all wet now from the leftover melted snow.

"I will not have that in my house! You either be straight, or you don't have a home! Go to your whore mother's house!" He's growling like some sort of wild animal.

"Dad, she's in Elgin! I can't walk on the ice for that long and that far!" she cries, tears blurring her vision.

"Not my problem. I'm not your father anymore."

Christina hears the door slam and lock. She pushes herself up and tries to stand on her own. When she's up, she wants to bang on the door and beg him to let her in, but then she remembers the ache in her jaw and the little river of blood coming down her chin, and she stops.

With all her might, she walks down the slippery steps and tries to make it down the sidewalk. She would call her mother to come and get her, but it would take forever and she'd be as good as dead in this weather. And she knows her mother would lose her mind and call the police, and Christina wants as little confrontation as possible.

One name comes to mind.

Tris.

How could Christina forget? Tris just moved into her first apartment two weeks ago. She was so excited to tell Christina and invite her over so they could finally have some alone time. Christina knows Tris loves her with all her heart. It's a blessing and a curse, because Tris will go mental when she sees Christina tonight.

But she has no choice.

Christina trudges on with her backpack, down the empty streets and crosswalks. It's freezing and the wind nips at her skin. It begins to snow, just little flurries, but she still feels like a popsicle.

Tris doesn't live too far away, and it doesn't take her long to get there. She's careful of the ice, and she makes it to Tris's door alive. She doesn't want to wake her, if she's asleep, but knowing Tris, she's probably laying on the couch watching Rugrats or something.

Christina knocks on the door, shivering and trembling. She hopes Tris is still awake. It's past ten and Tris has to get up for her morning class at seven.

To Christina's luck, Tris opens the door and her eyes bug out of her head at the sight of her girlfriend bruised and beaten.

"What happened?!" Tris cries, pulling Christina in a tight embrace. She kisses the smaller girl's wet hair and rubs her back. "You're freezing."

Christina melts into Tris. Tris brings her girlfriend in and closes the door, not once letting go of Christina. They both keep each other in a tight hold, until Christina finally works up the courage to look at Tris.

"Your cheek. . ." Tris breathes, gently stroking Christina's swollen cheek. "You're bleeding."

It's at this point that Christina remembers her cut lip. Tris is prodding at it, and it makes Christina wince. Once again, she's completely humiliated.

"What happened, Christina?" Tris asks, firmly but gently.

Christina's breath hitches. "My dad. . .he found out I'm gay. . ."

She lets Tris figure out the rest, and it's sadly quite easy for her. Tris sighs and strokes Christina's untouched cheek, then slips her heavy backpack off her shoulders.

"Should I call the police?" Tris asks. "Your mom?"

Christina shakes her head. "Neither. I'll call my mom tomorrow and try to explain it to her, but the only reason police will be needed is when my mom beats the living shit out of my dad. I'm okay."

"It's not okay for him to ever put his hands on you," Tris says. Her fists clench, but she relaxes them because she doesn't want to scare Christina. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Tris brings Christina to the bathroom and lifts her onto the counter and turns the faucet on. She grabs a cotton ball and douses it in antiseptic before dabbing Christina's lip. Christina whimpers in pain, and Tris apologizes but continues to clean her wound.

"It's not a big cut, so it'll heal in a few days, but still. I can't believe he hurt you," Tris's voice fades off into a whisper.

"It's my fault." Christina's eyes well up with tears again. "I should've never said anything. But I did and he slapped me. And then he told me I had five minutes to pack a bag. I did, and then he threw me onto the porch and tried to kick me. He said he's not my dad anymore."

That's when she breaks down, and Tris scoops her off the counter and holds her tight, burying her face in her hair. Christina clings onto her girlfriend with as much strength as she can. She's still cold and her hair is wet with ice crystals.

"You can stay here," Tris whispers.

"Thank you," Christina sobs in Tris's shirt.

Out of all the intimate moments they've shared; every kiss, touch, sensation. . .this has to be the rawest. Christina's completely broken down, clutched onto her girlfriend for dear life. She's not ashamed of her tears, or embarrassed of her red eyes. She feels safe, knowing she's free to be who she is, to feel what she's feeling, and not be punished for it. She will never be slapped, punched, kicked, or abandoned, as long as she's with Tris.

After some time, Tris brings Christina to her bedroom, and Christina kicks off her shoes and lies in bed with Tris. The small TV is already on Rugrats, of course, and Christina smiles at the silly animated babies.

"Go to sleep," Tris whispers, stroking Christina's not-swollen cheek with her knuckle. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"But your school. . ." Christina yawns as she snuggles into Tris's breast.

"Don't worry about that. You just rest."

Christina's far gone after Tris kisses her forehead. Then Tris reaches over and turns off her alarm before settling back into bed, cradling Christina in one arm.

School will always be there. Christina might not. She almost wasn't tonight, and the thought alone is terrifying, but then Tris hears Christina breathing as she sleeps, and that's all it takes for her to go with her.

They are home.