Divergent Future

Chapter 36

Tobias's POV

I wake up as I feel the weight on my chest shift. I open my eyes and look down to see Tris laying with her head on my chest. By the look on her face, I can tell she's having a nightmare, and it pains me to know that she can't escape what's happening even in her sleep.

To put it simply, Ross showed up again and decided to spill all of Tris's past to the world which led Tris to have to do an interview, explaining and correcting everything that he said.

The whole situation absolutely tore her apart, and after the interview yesterday, she came back home, crawled into her bed, and cried. I, of course, tried to comfort her through it, but she never said a word. She just held onto me and let the pain out through her tears.

She asked me to stay with her last night, and it's obvious that I did. I would have stayed even if she hadn't have asked me. Because she's in pain, and I'm not going to let her go through this alone.

It took her forever to fall asleep last night.

The sleeping pill I take knocks me out pretty fast, but it doesn't always keep me asleep. I woke up several times when I would feel Tris shift around, trying to get comfortable. I was always able to fall back asleep once she settled down, and I kind of feel bad for it. I wanted to stay awake and help her through it, but my sleeping pill wouldn't allow me to keep my eyes open for very long.

But now that it's morning, the pill has mostly worn off.

I look down at her and run my fingers over the places where her face is scrunched up, trying to ease some of the tension there even though it's no use.

I hate seeing her like this.

And I absolutely hate Ross.

Like seriously, does he not have a life?

How does he have all of this time just to try and hurt Tris and bring her down?

Why is he so bent on trying to ruin her life? What has she done to him? It's been years since they've even lived in the same place. He no longer has to be around her, and yet he puts himself around her.

It makes no sense.

If I wasn't so bent on staying with Tris until she feels better and watching Toby, I would be hunting down Ross right now to give him a piece of my mind. But I know Tris wouldn't want me to do that. She would think it would only make things worse. And maybe it would. But somebody needs to tell that dude off. And let's just say that I would be happy to do it.

I pick up my phone off of the nightstand and check the time. It's almost 8:00 which means Toby will be getting up very soon. Somebody has to be up to watch him, and there's no way I'm making Tris get up. We'll just have some father-son time this morning and give Tris the day off. She definitely needs it.

I look down at her again, snuggled up into my chest, and I don't want to get up. I mean, one, I always just want to be with her, but especially now that she's dealing with all of this. But two, because I don't want to wake her by getting up.

I lay there for another minute or two, trying to come up with a way to get up. Then she turns over and buries her face into her pillow. Well, that definitely makes this easier. I gently slide my arm out from under her and then stand up from the bed.

I grab some of my clothes that I keep in Tris's closet and take them into the bathroom. I take the quickest shower possible, throw the clothes on, and just towel-dry my hair. I quietly walk out of the bathroom, grab my phone, and walk out of the room. I make my way through the living room all of the way to Toby's room.