All I hear is my skin connecting with the leather of the belt on my back. All I see is red. He killed my parents, he killed my brother, I'm alone, and he took everything I love. And all he got was a year in prison. Because of him, I grew up in foster care until I was 14. My name is Beatrice Prior. This is my story.
When I was 6, I had a best friend. His name was Tobias Eaton. When I was 10, his father killed my family. I ran away with him. He was 12, and he said he'd protect me. He did, until the night he came back with nothing but a gun. He said he had bought it so they would be protected. In the middle of the night, I heard gunshots. On the ground was Tobias, bleeding. I ran up to his body, but he was already gone. His own father had killed him.
I was later found by a couple who had heard the gunshots. They took me with them, but not before they helped me properly send off a friend. I buried him there, and to mark it, I left the last thing he gave me that very day. It was a flower that looked like a sun. I left it there, and never saw it again.
6 years and 18 foster homes later, I was finally adopted by a man named Jason and his wife, Samantha, who had 4 of their own kids. He had a 16 year old son, Jasper, two 13 year old girls, Linley and Kate, and a boy about 10 named Isaac. At first, life was great. His wife, Samantha loved me. She gave me presents. But one day, she fell ill.
Jason called doctors and specialists, but no one could help her. She died 10 days later. After that, he got irritated. He grew a short fuse, and he started to become a monster. He beat and abused me. He once even let his son rape me. It was horrible. I was 15. I found out a month later I was pregnant. They kept telling me to get an abortion, but I didn't listen.
Nine months after that night, I gave birth to a little girl. I ended up naming her Natalie Marie Lynn Prior. She was beautiful. But, I didn't know that she too would suffer abuse and beatings. It was horrid, watching them hit her and kick her.
By the time she was 3 months old, she had about as many bruises as I did. But, she lived through it as I do. I hate the fact that the only life she knows is this one, the one where abuse is around every corner. It disgusts me. But, she is a trouper.
Now, I realize I live by a schedule. On weekdays, I am whipped by the belt, Saturday mornings is the chores, Saturday nights, Jasper rapes me, and Sundays are the worst. I get forced to watch as Jason and Jasper hit my baby.
On a cold October in 2013, I hear a banging on the door to my room. "Beatrice Prior, Get your ass down here NOW!"
God, Its only 3:00am, can't I sleep in? But, I get up; get dressed in a faded pair of jeans, A white T-shirt, and a baggy hoodie. I quickly pull up my hair and do my chores. When I finish, it's 6:30, so I have to wake up the other kids. I quickly do a round, grab my raggedy bag, and head out the door to the bus.
I quickly get on, and end up sitting next to a tall girl with chocolaty skin and dark eyes. She looks over at me, smiles, and looks away. She seems nice enough, maybe we'll become friends. This is definitely going to be a very interesting day.
~ (Time Skip to School) ~
When we arrive, I get off, and walk straight into someone. As I mumble an apology, I look up into these gorgeous brown eyes. And the guy attached to them isn't too bad looking either. He's tall, lean, and blonde hair, which for some reason makes his eyes more fascinating.
"Sorry, here let me help you there," he says as he picks up the books I dropped. "Thanks, actually I don't think I caught your name."
"Alex Ross. And may I ask yours?"
"Beatrice Prior, but please call me Tris." With a quick smile, he walked of. She went into the office and told the lady at the desk her name. The lady handed her a schedule and piece of paper with a locker combination on it. Her schedule was:
Period 1: Science- Mrs. Matthews
Period 2: Gym- Coach Amar
Period 3: AP English- Mr. Kang
Period 4: Lunch
Period 5: Math: Mrs. Reyes
Period 6: Free Period
After what felt like an hour, she found her locker, put everything away, and made her way to her first class. She got there early and just sat, drawing, until others started to trickle in. She felt some one sit next to her, but didn't look up. She only looked up when her notebook was pulled out of her reach.
Next to her, the boy she met earlier, Alex, was writing in her notepad. He passed it back after writing;
Sadly, I do.
Come on, you know I'm your friend.
You are, are you?
Yup, and Instead of riding the bus home, let me give you a ride.
Do I get an option?
He passed it back and I just nodded. I best not argue with him. He looks like he could easily just throw me over his shoulder. Just then, our teacher calls on me. "Umm, what is the question again?"
"What is the largest part of the human brain?" Yes, I know this one. "The cerebrum or cortex is the largest."
"Good, now pay attention." Which is what I do. The rest of the day passes quietly. Soon, its lunchtime and I just get to the front of the line. I grab some pizza, a bowl of ranch, and a piece of vanilla cake. "Oh no, get chocolate," says the girl behind me. I grab some chocolate cake and put the vanilla back.
I look for a seat before I see Alex motioning me to sit by him. In walked over and sat down next to him. He then introduced me to his friends, Zeke, Uriah (Zeke's little brother), Christina (the girl from the bus), Marlene, Lynn, Will, and Four. They all smiled at me in return. Well, It looks like I have friends without even trying.