Candor or Dauntless: Truth or Dare (Watty Awards 2013)

Part 2: Kidnapped

I turn back to the target and step back. I breathe and throw the first knife. It hits the bulls-eye of the target in front of me. I throw another and it hits the next target's bulls-eye, and again and again until all the target's bull's eyes have a throwing knife through them. I smile at my success. I hear clapping behind me and I turn around to see who it is. I make an exasperated sighing sound. It's Four.
"Well done, my little Prodigy." He says and walks briskly towards me. I stumble backwards. He looks confused. What doesn't he get? "What's wrong, Tris?" He asks concerned.
"What's wrong, Four!?'' I spit his name at him and he winces. "Did you really just ask me that?! How many girls have you taken down to our spot in the Chasm? Hmm? 4, 5? More? You cheated on me! With that trash, Konnor! I have no words for you. The only reason I will ever talk to you again is because of training. Bye, Four!" I yell at him. I walk past him and he grabs my arm, "Let me go!" I whale looking for a way out.
"No. We need to talk now." He drags me out of the Training Room and into his room. He locks the door behind him. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of him.
He raises his eyebrows, "Care to explain?" he asks me.
"Why should I have to explain to you? You did it, not me. I didn't go around kissing doctors right in front of you! And then taking your cheap flings down into 'our spot' in the Chasm. I guess it's not our's anymore. It's yours, right? It's a move on girls. It turns you into the kicked puppy you didn't want to be. I didn't treat you like one! You were Tobias, the big strong guy who handled everything, now you just solve everything with betrayal or violence. Your turning into your dad, and it's not looking good."

He winces and sits next to me. I scoot away shyly. He tries to touch my face, but I don't let him. I punch him in the eye and unlatch the door. Before I can open it, he's standing there next to me, pushing the door closed.
"You. Are. Not. Leaving." He says strongly.
"Oh really? I'm not?" I say, trying to be intimidating.
He shakes his head, "Nope." He pops the 'p.' I release a breath. I run into his closet and fasten the door closed with one of his belts. He tries to come in, but he does not succeed.
"Tris! You can't stay in there forever!" He says leaning on the door. He's right, I can't. But what he doesn't know is that there's a small vent in the back of the closet. I quietly open it up and slip inside. I crawl thought the dust and cough lightly. I see light and I turn. It's another vent. I pull open the grate and jump down. Where am I?

I look around and I don't see anything familiar. Opening the door and I suddenly know where I am. I am in Peter's room. I stride careful out of the door, hoping he doesn't go to his room. His room is the only one in the section of the Compound. How would I explain me being here? I lurk in the shadows as best I can and turn the corner.

I am relieved. No one's here. I walk nonchalantly to Christina's room. I don't knock. I walk into her room and there she is, sleeping. I smile, she's always tired. I shake her and she doesn't wake up. I grunt and grab a bottle of water from her fridge. I pour it on her face and she shoots straight up.
"Tris!" She moans.
"Chris, get up. I have important wedding related things to discuss with you." She doesn't protest, but she goes to change. She comes out in black silk pajama bottoms and a white Candor pajama top. She kept her clothes just like me.
She sits next to me and yawns, "So, Tris, what is this wedding disaster you're talking about?"
I shrug, "Well, it has to do with there being no bride or groom. Four and I are done. He cheated on me." She gathers me into a hug and I feel my cheeks redden again, but no tears come out.
I slip out of her grasp and say, "He cheated on me with the new nurse. Konnor...I know why, though. She's prettier, taller, more curvy. I'm short, not pretty, and definitely not curvy." Christina's shaking her head.
"Tris, your beautiful, smart, nice, and maybe your not so tall but you make up for that with character. You are perfect Tris." She says and I feel tears well up in my eyes. I reach for her and wrap my arms around her and the tears fall down my cheeks and onto her shirt.
"Christina, you are the closest thing I have to family here. You are my sister." I say and now she's silently crying too. We sit on her bed crying together.