Divergent High. Love. Hurt. And Lots of Four/Tris.

Missing fingers

Tris POV

It's cold and dark in here. I still can't see anything.

"Hello." Says a voice that seems to come from the ceiling. I instantly know who it is.

"David." I breathe.

"Who? Who the hell is David?" Christina asks confused, "Wait... is that... is that who's on the speaker?" I didn't think it would have been a speaker, in my fear the thought never occurred to me.

"I should have known, Christina, I'm, I'm so sorry I dragged you into this. This is all my fault," I say as I run my hands through my hair, "I-I should have told y-you when I me-met yo-you. "I'm starting to cry now. "I umm... I, remember on the first day I came, in gym class. We were playing basketball in gym, a-and you asked me how I got so good? I said I played with my dad? Well as you can probably guess that was a lie, you know, since my dad hates me," I laugh harshly, "I-well... it's a long story but unless David plans on interrupting anytime soon, we have time. David and I-we used to go out, like date," Christina places her hand on my thigh, "He got, well, a little... how do you say this... clingy. He followed me everywhere, like a lost puppy, and I-well-I... I cut it off between us, but he had other plans," Another harsh laugh escapes my lips. "He got a little... obsessed. I run away and he follows, that umm, well, kind of why I'm so athletic, I'm constantly running, both in the car and well, actually running, I always try to get away, and it's worked up till this point. I'm sorry Chris. I sorry that you're in this mess with me." I say shakily, I'm still half crying, tears still running down my face, but I no longer feel like I'm choking. I keep running my hands through my hair, the simple motion calms me.

"Tris, it was my choice to pick you as a friend and I won't take it back. I don't care if you kill someone, well don't though, the police might care, but I wouldn't change anything, I don't care what you do, as long as you stay you." Christina says rubbing her hand on my back. I still can't see her so I don't know how she's looking at me, if she's silently crying like me, or if a giant smile has spread over her face like it often does. The door suddenly opens.

"Are you done with your little heart to heart? You already know who I am now, although it was said a little cruelly, it was said." The light that poured through the door is blinding. "I will grant you one call though, their willing to take you home, you can leave. You can't speak a word of me though," He suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his chest producing a knife from his back pocket. "I don't mind if she's missing a few fingers, I'll still love her." He throws the phone at Christina. She takes it, her hands shaking.

"C-can I-I talk t-to Tris About wh-who to c-call?" She can't stop stuttering.

"Just hurry up, I'm not leaving." He replies sharply.

"Le-let's see-"

"Christina," I hope I sound as calm as I want, "calm down, breathe. If you die of hyperventilation, I have no reason to stay alive, I know if I try to hurt myself though, he will hurt you. Please, just breathe." I finish. She takes a few deep breaths.

"Okay, let's see, Uriah? No, he never picks up. Zeke, broke his phone. The girls-what day is it?"

"Thursday May, the 8th." David replies.

"The girls are at their spa day. Will? He's most likely studying. Tris, that, that means that we call Four, he usually picks up his phone. I know he didn't last time, but he's our only chance at this point." I nod my head. She dials his number. The phone rings two times before he picks up.

"Hello?"

"FOUR!" Christina shouts, "Four, its-it's me Christina! I, need you to come, Tris and I we've been-" David moves the knife against my finger. "Umm, I need you to pick us up, we umm, we were drinking last night and we've got a pretty bad hangover right now." That wasn't exactly a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth, our heads did hurt, they just weren't the first thing on our minds.

"Ummm." He sounds uncertain. "Where are you? The connection is really bad." He's trying to change the topic.

"Four, I don't need a ride, just pick up Chris. I can make my own way home." My voice breaks at the end, tears start to fall down my face again.

"You sure?" He sounds partially relived, but still like I could change my mind.

"I'm sure." My voice breaks throughout the two words. I hear him breathe a sigh of relief through the phone. Christina's crying, she's bawling.

"NO! No you can't!" She screams at the phone.

"Christina, it's done. Go." I say, trying to keep myself together.

"Tris?" He asks through the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Come." That one word saves my life.

"Thank God." I whisper to myself. David grumbles, he has to let us go.

"Where do I go?"

"86 Bawlser Avenue." David says. He shoves me from him and I stumble and fall. I scrape my knee.

*TIME LAPSE*

I'm back at home, well Fours home, and Christina and I are telling him about David. He's in the past now, I'm glad I can finally say that. He hugs both me and Christina, Christina first, then me. When he hugs me, he lingers and I feel his muscles moving under his shirt. I hold on to him, not wanting to let him slip through my fingers again. When we pull back, we don't leave each other but instead he pulls me into his and our lips crash into each other, literally.

"Ouch," I say touching my lip to make sure it not bleeding. "Not the most romantic but-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine, this time pleasurable.

"Please keep the PDA to a minimum, I am still standing here." Christina says from her spot sitting on the bed. We laugh and pull apart, sitting down on the bed. Everything feels like it's finally falling into place, like everything is finally right with the world.