All for You.

Chapter 62 -Twice Your Size

+++ This chapter is a trigger warning witch rated R concepts in a PG-13 written way... don't read if you grow uncomfortable with the themes of assault or abuse— actions in this chapter will be determining the course of this fanfic, so I will put a vague general summary in bold as an author's note after this chapter that should keep you up to date and not confused for the duration of this plot change+++

Chapter 62 - Twice Your Size

— Tris

"Rose?" I tap on the door lightly, mentally hoping I remembered the correct apartment number.

I try the knob and see that it's unlocked but end up stopped by a chair under the doorknob.

I still, listening intently.

I hear someone grunting.

A female softly sobbing.

"Stop." The voice pleading is faint, but I recognize it as Rose's.

"Shut up!" A male voice roars as she squeals.

They haven't heard me.

I pull my knife from my pocket and breathe deep before shoving my shoulder into the door. The chair on the other side gives way and I'm in her small living room.

The male zips his pants quickly and throws on a shirt before moving towards me.

Phillip.

"Help!" Rose squeaks, clearly defeated not only from the tone of her voice but from the looks of her.

"What do you think you're going to do, little girl?" He moves forward, towering over me in height.

I've dealt with with men worse.
He's already done the whole underestimating thing, then he'll swing at my head, not expect my strength, and I'll scare the shit out of him.

As I expected, his fist comes at my face, but I duck, making him miss. I slam my elbow into his chest and kick his legs out from under him. I use both my hands to press his chest down when he falls.

He is surprised by my strength when I knock him onto the floor, landing specifically on the spot on his back I wanted— the wind knocked out of him.

I am able to control his hands, and he seems weak in the legs.

He also does have a minor problem in his pants.

"Please—" He gasps, the knife digging lightly into his neck.

I hear Rose on the bed.

She sounds like she's bleeding.
It's a specific sound that one has when they're bleeding badly and hurt.
It's the way they breathe.

Without even loosing my focus from the man whore under me, I know I need to hurry to help Rose.

I'll get my chance to show female dominance another day.



"Get out of here," I spit on his face. "And never lay a fucking finger on her ever again or I swear."

I slice his neck just enough to prove a point when I release him.
And he runs.

I stand as he goes, slamming the apartment door behind him as he holds his bleeding neck.

I wipe the blood from my knife on my pants when I turn to Rose. Silently I work on the rope bonds on her wrist, and cut the failed gag that fell around her neck.

"You're okay, you're okay," I hold her close as she trembles, sobbing into my shirt.

She's in a bra, and her shirt is torn to shreds on the floor next to the bed.