Chicago State University - A Divergent Story. [EDITING]

Chapter 20 - Blood Stains.

"How long till you get here?" Four asked.

"Not too long. Hey, um, I was talking to Caleb and he's already been questioned." Tris said.

"Really? That was fast. Speaking of fast ..."

"Alright alright! Five minutes. Bye, Four." Tris giggled. Tobias hung up the phone.

Four threw himself on to his bed. He lay face down, taking comfort in the softness of his sheets. His mind clouded with thoughts of his friends, of his troubles, of his father. Four shook is head, he didn't want to think about that, didn't want him clogging up his brain.

His phone rang again. He thought it would've been Tris telling him she was late, he was wrong. "Aunt Del, hey!"

"Hi, Tobi-Four."

"Nice save," he laughed. "Why are you calling, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm not going to beat around the bush." Del started.

"Okay, what's up?" Four asked.

"I want you to break up with Tris." Del blurted.

"What?"

"All she's been is bad news, and I don't want that i-"

"You don't get to make my decisions for me, Aunt Del. I know you always looked out for me, but I'm eighteen and able to make them for myself. And this is one thing that I want, and I'm not going to let you take control over." Four interrupted his aunt.

"Fine." He hung up the phone. Anger rolled through him, if he wasn't alone - Four was sure anyone could see the steam coming out of his ears.

He texted Tris, and told her to turn around. He didn't want her to see him like this. Four breathed heavily, his chest beating up and down quickly. His anger was a tsunami, destroying everything in its' wake, and he didn't want to destroy Tris further.

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Delphine typed out the words she'd wanted to for so long. He should've listened, should've been more careful. There was so many things he should've done, could've done. But he didn't.

Delphine wouldn't feel any remorse for what she'd done. She wouldn't regret, and she definitely wouldn't forget this. He deserved this because he didn't listen.

She pressed send.

It would only be a matter of time before it happened.

And it certainly would change things, for sure.

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Hours had passed. His room was dark, mirroring the darkness of the giant room outside of his window. It was the calm after the storm, Four's rage was gone.

He still lay on his bed, his arms and legs spread wide above his sheets. He closed his eyes. Anger made a person exhausted, and he was tired. He wouldn't admit it, but he hadn't slept properly for weeks. He couldn't, because when he did cameras went off or someone could be stabbing him in the back, metaphorically of course.

Four's bedroom door slammed open. The light from the hallway illuminated a shadowed figure who stood in his doorway.

The figure was tall and broad, his size intimidating to Four who was still lying down. Four's eyes travelled up the figures body, stopping when they reached his face. The figures hair hung to his chin, flicking out at the ends. Four recognised this person, realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks.

The figure took a step into Four's room, the shoes he was wearing made soft clicks against the wood floor. His movements were slow, he mirrored a lion seeking out its prey.