Abusive Four

Chap 30

It was dark,really dark. I could see tiny figures surrounding the darkness almost like stars expect not as light.

I was still fantasizing about my space-like vision when it was suddenly cut off and turned to blankness.
My vision was blurry,I rub my eyes together trying to sort everything out. After I adjust,I grimace.

It was the same thing. Ever since Evelyn left three days ago. I still found myself awake starting miserably at the poorly painted door.
I take a glance at the clock on top of the door,it read 5Am.

I would never wake up that early.
My confusion is cut once I hear a whimpering sound. I whip my head toward Four's bunk.

It was like I was frozen, in fact it was like the entire universe was frozen and holding on to its last dying breath before plunging into a deep hole to a never ending darkness.(It could happen)

Four was crying.
And not just little pathetic drops. It was a continuous tear fest.
His head is leaned into the pillow away from my sight as if on purpose,but his shoulders were shaking pretty hard.
Not to mention, the way he is trying to strangle his sobs which sound like a whimpering puppy. I mean who can sleep while hearing a puppy whimper?

He doesn't seem to notice me. Which was considered fortunate since I didn't know what to do. I bite my lip, here I am looking at the guy who can frown in 50 different languages. I knew Four was upset about his mother and her unexpected visit. He stopped his obnoxious comments and ate little of his food. I was fine with it after awhile because if I learned anything from living with him is that he changes attitudes every single day. But I didn't know he was upset to the point of crying, I didn't even know Four could cry.

He doesn't quite down though because I could hear him exhale his strangled breath. I felt uncomfortable and awkward. Finally, my brain seemed to work out something. I get in a sitting position and take the crutches leaning on the wall as quietly as I could. I put each foot down slowly to lessen the chance of being caught. I walk all the way around his bed so I could catch a look at his face.

Now, if you would have asked me to comfort Four a month ago I would have laughed at your face. But even now, I don't know why I felt obligated to comfort him. He was the one that whipped me, he was the one that hurt me, he was the one that threatened me. But when I look at his face hidden between his arm, all wet and tight it was almost impossible to think about these things.

"Four" I whisper quietly.
As if by a command of a button, he sucks his breath and stops.

"What tris" his voice was muffled between his arms.
I roll my eyes
"I know you were crying I was awake"

"Whatever" he says in his dense voice,which I think we all have considering all of our voices feel heavy after we cry.

"Will you stop thinking about your stupid pride for one minute! Cry about your mother! About your hell of a father for all I care! But don't pretend like you don't cry because I saw it with my own eyes"

He finally looks up and then closes his eyes as if my appearance hurts him. He then opens it again without objection,allowing me to see his eyes glistening.

I balance my crutches on the wall and go as carefully as I can on the floor next to his bed. Unlike normal hospital, this one doesn't have a god damn chair.I try not to wince when my leg meets the marble floor. Once I adjusted my seating on the floor, I can clearly see his face.

Gently, I take his arms from his face. I decide to ignore the tiny cut on his wrist,for now.
I didn't know if I should do it,but I did it anyways. I take my hand and carefully wipe a few of his tears away.

I stay like this for awhile, him on the bed and me settled on the floor, with my hand gently caressing his cheeks. I don't say anything because I knew that it's one of these moments where a person needed presence and not empty words.

______ morning_________

I hate my stupid hair!
I'm only allowed to take trips to the washroom. So my washroom time is precious since it's the only time where I get to move. I give the comb one last good push and it quickly rips away from my hair.

The last time I did this it was way back in Amity. It was only a few years ago,but it felt like forever. My hair grew all the way back to my waist. I never cut it again, but with everything changing why not change my hair?

I take the scissors with my steady hand. I meet my eyes in the mirror. It was set in determination, and a spark of rebellion. With one quick move I snap my hair. I keep triming higher and higher. A rush of excitement builds through me and I stop before going completely bald.

It was now a pixie look. I smile, pick up the equipments and put it in the bag. Before I leave, I take my comb and brush though my hair in a breeze.

When I reach the hospital room, I see Four eating. I take a deep breath and lay my crutches in the floor before sitting in bed. He turns and he drops whatever he was eating letting it drop on his tray.

"You cut your hair?"

"Yea" I shrug "what the big deal you already seen me with this in amity"

He nods.
There was a long uncomfortable silence.

"Uh-thanks for what you did yesterday" he mumbles

"I only did it so you can shut up" I say .

He looks at me and flashes me a tight smile.
"I know"

I wrap my finger at the hem of my shirt before speaking.
"Why did you cut"

Instantly, Four stiffens.
"I don't"

"Don't be stupid I saw the cut. And it looks like you started recently"

"Why do you care"

I give him a disgusted look
"Because it's pathetic to cut and cry about a woman who you claim you hate and a father you claim you love Four"

Four sinks in his bed and signs
"We are stuck in this hell place for another week so just call me Tobias because as you said, you have done it before"

My heart gives a leap and I gasp but quickly cover it with a cough. I nod, and unwrap my cold sandwich trying to avoid Four's heavy gaze on me.

After a few hours Four sleeps. I can't, so I check my phone and notice three missed calls and five texts from Sam.

Tris are you Okay?

I'm sorry tris can everything go back to normal?

Please answer your phone

We have everything ready for court

I'm sorry tris.

A/N ___________
GUYS: I have produced my FIRST quirky highschool book called Diverge me and I decided to finally do a comedic story so yeah if any of you want to check that out😁😁
Sorry for dragging on! This chapter was primarily focused on emotion but I'm planning on changing it up for the next chapter with more excitement :) thanks for reading please comment and vote 😁