The servant and the son

Tris POV

I pull away and run to my room in the attic and lie on my bed, I hope no one saw that, especially Nita she's peters sister if your wondering Peter is 23 and Nita is my age she's a bitch, once she caught me looking in her wardrobe and told Peter which got me 20 punches.

I sleep for an hour before my alarm goes off, yes that's like the one thing I got apart from a bed, I get up and look around my room it's grey and has nothing but a bed inside it my alarm clock is on the floor next to it, I check it and see its 3 am just enough time to make breakfast for tobias and his father also Peter and Nita, I got up later yesterday because I didn't have to cook for 4 people.

I make pancakes, porridge, toast, cereal and put out a selection of fruits not to mention Belgian waffles I take it out to the table and get the syrup, I clean up and check the clock it's 6!! Wow time does fly when your not being beaten, I go upstairs and knock on Peters bedroom door "enter" I open the door and say "sir breakfast is ready" "good now go get Marcus and Tobias oh and Nita" "yes sir is there anything else" I hope there's not because I will scream if there is "yes come here" I really want to punch him, I walk over to him.

He puts his hands on my waist, I throw up a little inside my mouth, he puts his hand in his pocket, suddenly he draws out a knife and shoves it into my leg, tears run down my face and I put my fist in my mouth so I don't scream he laughs and walks out the room, he pokes his head back in the door and says "that was for kissing Tobias, speaking of which go get him and the others NOW!!!!!" I walk out and when I'm just out the door he smacks me round the face and goes down stairs, I limp to Marcus's room and let him know about breakfast, I do the same for Nita and do Tobias last because he's on the highest floor besides mine, he comes out and starts to walk but slips in some blood, my blood I go pale and go off to get a bucket and water, when I come back Tobias is off the floor but stood where the blood is, I sink to the floor and start to clean, he walks up to me and crouches down to my eye level "tris I know for a fact that's your blood what happened to you?" I freeze but then resume cleaning and try to sound as calm as possible when saying "I have no idea what you're talking about sir" he sighs and says "there's tears pouring down you face, blood on the floor, you're limping and there's blood and a lump on your dress there, I look at my grey dress and see what he's talking about I gulp and carry on cleaning I feel myself being picked up and I use all the energy in me to struggle and scream.

I see the stairs and say "where are we going please put me down sir, PETER HELP ME, PLEASE SIR HELP!!" Wow I never thought I would be asking Peter for help when we get down to the ground floor Peter comes out of the living room and sees me over tobias'a shoulder he gives me a confused look then tobias starts to walk away and out of the house "TOBIAS GET BACK HERE YOU SCUM WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH MY SLAVE!!!" He calmly replies "the hospital she clearly needs medical assistance" I start to kick and punch again "I can do it myself, I'm fine now put me down!" He doesn't reply and puts me int he back seat of his car and puts my seat belt on when he goes to get in the front I undo it and get out the car, I start to walk-correction limp- back to the house.

I get picked up again and I say "you'll have to tie me down to stop me and I will jump out of a moving car" he laughs and gets in the drivers seat and puts me on his lap "this is illegal" "so is slavery" urgh why does he have to be clever, half way there he puts me in the passengers seat and tells me we are to far for me to go back home "who said I want to go home?" "We'll you seemed pretty keen back at the house" "yes because now I'm going to get an even bigger beating" his face goes slack and he says "he beats you" I shut up but say one last thing "how do you think the knife got there, if I hadn't had kissed you it wouldn't be there" he scowls at me and says "but I kissed you does Peter not understand that and how did he even know the only people there was me and you" I look out the window and see millions of crops but slowly everything darts to go fuzzy and I get dizzy, must be the blood loss, I let my self pass out against the window.

I wake up in my room but Marcus and Peter are there, Marcus is holding knives and Peter is holding a belt I jump up off the bed and Peter pushes me onto the floor, he hands Marcus the belt and he starts putting the knives through it, the bastard. Peter punches me in the face then in the stomach, he kicks me in the ribs and I feel like dying, when Marcus is done with the belt Peter pulls up my dress exposing my back and Marcus pulls the belt back and it comes crashing down, the knives digging deep into my flesh and blood oozing out of my wounds.

I wake up for real this time, I'm shaking and sweating, I look around and see Tobias holding me down by my shoulders, when he sees my eyes he relaxes and says "you where screaming and kicking in your sleep. Why was that" "night mare" I manage to whisper, he pulls me into a hug and I look over his shoulder and see that I'm in a hospital, "what happened" "when you passed out I got you inside and they had to stitch up your leg they put you on medication and then you were healing so well, they decided to take you off, and here we are now a week later" he says smiling "A WEEK!! I need to get back" I try to get out of bed but he stops me and says "doctors aren't letting you out for another 4 days" "then I'll climb out the window" he sighs and says "well you can stay here or you can go back in a wheel chair" I just grunt and say "get the wheel chair" he walks off smirking.

I'm ready to punch Tobias by the time we get to the house, he wouldn't let me wheel myself to the car and he kept tickling me it was really annoying but fun in a way, it was strange though, too have someone care I mean, I haven't had it in 7 years and even then it was close to none because of course Caleb was always the prize winning child.

We get back to the house and when I wheel in I get straight to making dinner though its considerably harder with a fucking wheel chair so I ditch it and just stand, my wound is healed so I'm all good it just feels funny, Peter walks into the kitchen and says "finally you're back, I nearly thought you'd left but I guess not must be because you love night duties, speaking of which Marcus wants a go tonight so be at his room at 8pm" I nod and say "yes sir" well today has been shit can it get any worse, yes, yes it can. Just one word: Nita...