School, Love, Sports

Chapter 5

Tris POV

"Oh my gosh, Tobias! Are you ok?" I ask feeling like I'm about to cry. I run in the closet, landing on the floor next to him. He doesn't look at me. I take my hand and force his head to look at me. I see a red bloody cut across his forehead. I'm crying now. "Baby talk to me." I say trying to push through the tears. Tobias just staggers his way up. I watch slowly look around for Marcus. "He isn't here." I say, he just keeps staggering his way to a room and closes the door. I get up and wait, I lean the closet door back up against the hinges making it look normal. A couple minutes later I hear the door open I jump thinking it's Marcus, but it's just Tobias coming towards me. He walks straight up to me and hugs me. I try not to touch his back and to touch his body lightly. He just squeezes me harder. I hear him start to cry and I can't help but lean into him. He winces and I pull away. Then I hear a car door slam. Tobias jumps back and freezes. "We need to get out of here, now!" I whisper. I lock the deadbolt so Marcus takes more time getting in the door. I then quickly help Tobias to the window. He slowly slides out biting his hand trying not to scream. I hear the door knob jiggle and once Tobias is out I just jump. I take his hand and we both start running.

We reach my house and run through the front door. Tobias just collapses on the floor from pain. Caleb comes rushing in to see what the noise was.

"Bea what the hell?" He asks pointing to Tobias. I wave him off and he rolls his eyes at me and walks away. I sit on the floor next to Tobias.

"Your safe. He can't hurt you anymore." I say running my hands through his hair. He slowly sits up. He doesn't say anything he just looks at the floor. "Come on, lets clean you up. It will make the pain go away some. But first meds." I stand and walk to the kitchen. I grab 3 ibuprofen tablets and a glass of water. I walk back to the living room finding him exactly how I left him. I hand him the pills and the glass. He downs them like he does it everyday and he probably does. I stand and put my hand out. He takes it and stands. I walk him to my room. I close the door not wanting Caleb to see. I know how Tobias wants to keep this secretive. "Take your shirt off, and I'll go get the stuff." I say leaving my room. I come back and he is just standing with his shirt still on. I set the rag and alcohol bottle down and walk over to him. "Please talk to me." I say forcing him to look at me. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. "Please" I say again this time with a tear running down my face. He catches it and meets my gaze.

"I don't want your pity. I know you think I'm weak, but please stop with the pity." He says finally. I let out a breath.

"I'm not pitying you. I just want to help and make you feel better. I don't think your weak your the strongest person I know. Without you I would probably be sitting there looking at myself in the mirror telling myself I'm ugly, and that no one needs me. No one would notice if I was gone. That if I died no one would care. So no I'm not pitying you, yes I feel sorry for you, but no I don't think you need my pity." I say defending myself.

"I would care." He says.

"What?" I say back to him.

"I would care, I need you, I would notice if you were gone. And most importantly I would care if you died. I don't want you to ever feel those thoughts again. Your mine and I'm yours. I don't get much but when I do, I hold on tight and never let go." He says caressing my face.

"I know that now. Now please let me make you feel better." I say stepping a little closer to him.

"Can you help me with my shirt?" He says taking a breath. I nod and start to lift the bottom. I slide it up and over in one fluid motion. He sits on my bed and I start to clean the cuts. He winces every time I touch him.

Once I'm finished the meds are kicked in and the cleaning really helped. He says he feels almost back to normal. Were sitting outside, in my backyard up against the one tree in the back. When dad planted it, he said it was my grandmothers seed, and she said it reminded her to be Amity. He sits with his legs out and I sit with mine bent in between his.

"Lets do that question game thing." He says playing with my shoe laces.

"Ok you start"

"Favorite song from your favorite artist."

"Your gonna think this is weird but um... Fast Cars and Freedom by Rascal Flatts" I say giggling.

"Mine is Wrapped Up In You by Garth Brooks." I look at him surprised. We both sang each other our favorite song without knowing it.

"Favorite dessert" I say.

"This thing called Dauntless cake. They have it at school on graduation day but I found a bakery about 40 miles away that sells it too. Its amazing." He says almost drooling thinking about it.

"Ice cream and cake." I say laughing.

"This one is serious" He says, I nod looking at him. "Have you ever tried to kill yourself?"