Divergent: Supernatural #wattys2015

Chapter 11

Nine years later...

I wake up and stretch. This tree is uncomfortable. Yes, I am still in the woods. I have heard her looking for me, occasionally with Matt. I never go back. Matt would now be twelve years old. I untie the ropes that bound me to the tree. I jump down and I hear rustling. "Four?" I wheel around. Lynn. "Shhh..." I shush her, "Come home. Are you insane? Staying out here?" I shake my head, "I can't." Lynn sighs and sits, Criss cross apple sauce on the floor. "And why would that be?" She asks, "I can't say." I reply, softly.

She sighs and shifts. "Four, you are hurting your family." She says. What? "Matt has been a wreck, he's always been a daddy's boy and you know that." I look at her, straight in the eyes. "Tris?" I croak and she sighs in distress. "A freakin catastrophe. We all try to get her to do something, but she has been cooped up in that room. Ever since she stopped looking four years ago. Matt tries to get her to eat but she refuses. Christina-" I cut her off. "She hasn't been eating?" Lynn shakes her head. "Will has to inject a food serum thing in her when she's asleep, so she doesn't starve to death."

I look towards the direction of the house. "What does she do?" I ask and Lynn stands. "Cry. Feed Matt, well, occasionally. Um, and that's pretty much it." I scowl at Lynn. "You didn't say that she sleeps." I point out. "I know, she doesn't. We have to knock her out with serums. You know, sneak attacks. She insists that she can't sleep without your arms around her." I feel tears well in my eyes. "I need to see her." I croak. Lynn takes my arm and we leave. We go in the house and we see a boy on the way. He has bronze, shaggy hair- Stormy blue eyes, pale skin with a slight tan. "Dad?" He squeaks, I would know that voice anywhere.

"Matt." I breathe and he jumps into my arms. I hold my twelve year old son in my arms for a long time. "Mom will freak." He cries, laughing. I kiss his cheek then lay my head on his shoulder. "Is she in her room?" I ask gently while Lynn leaves. "Where else would she be?" he mumbles, then louder: "Yeah, the door is unlocked. I love you, dad." I smile and I kiss his forehead. "I love you, too, sport." I go into our room and close the door behind me. Tris has her knees to her chest, staring at the wall. Her cheeks are wet and her eyes are puffy.

"Yes, Matt?" she croaks, not looking at me. "Tris?" she snaps out of her daze at my voice. She stands and whips around to me. Tears fill her eyes. "Tobias!" She jumps on me and I stumble into the closed door. She wraps her legs around my waist as she kisses me hard. I moan and caress her cheek. She reaches next to me and locks the door. Tris clutches my shirt at my chest. I moan softly and I hold her thighs. She pulls off my shirt and kisses my jaw. I lay her on the bed and she sighs. She takes my sweats off and I start to pull up her shirt. I freeze when an image comes to me.

"Tobias, look at me. I want this." I shake my head and I squeeze my eyes closed. The image is very real of me beating her. I feel her small hand stroke my cheek, and I clench my jaw. Tears start to fall and I feel Tris slowly bringing me down to lay on top of her. She lays my head in my favorite spot, the crook of her neck. When I finally snap out of it, I have let go of her shirt (she took my hand off), I am against her-head in the crook of her neck, One of her small hands holds my head- the other arm wraps around my waist, and last, she is kissing me repeatedly. I'm guessing I never really gave her a response.

I moan loudly into her shoulder when she gets to my ear again. She kisses my ear, licking it occasionally. I moan again and I clutch her shirt. She holds my wrists. "Not now, I am just making sure you will be okay." Though, it's for my happiness- it still feels like rejection. I cry silently and she stops- she noticed, great. "Tobias?" I look at her and she sighs in relief. Thought it was the images. "What happened, baby?" She wipes my cheeks. I shake my head and advert my eyes. Realization hits her and she kisses my lips. "Baby, I wasn't rejecting you. I just don't want you to get scared." She says softly.

"Forget it." I mumble and I bury my face in her shoulder. She sighs in distress and closes her eyes. "I won't. You're upset, baby." I shake my head. "I'm fine." I answer her, voice cracking. "No you aren't." She snaps and I pull back from her. "Look at me." I obey, she looks into my eyes and cups my face. "I love you." She reminds me. "I love you, too.". She pulls me down and kisses me. I bite her bottom lip and she winces, pulling back. I wipe the blood off her lip. "Whoops." I chuckle and she smiles. "C'mere." we kiss again and I pull off her shirt. I rest my hands on her chest. She smooths her hands over me.

Image. I cringe but I keep kissing her. She tugs off my boxers as I undo her bra. Again another image. I cringe and pull away. "Shhh..." She strokes my arm. "It's so real." I cry and she kisses my cheek. "But its not." She slips off her underwear.