If I had met you in grey

Chapter 83

Tobias POV
I didn't mean to yell at tris, but she was defending my mother when she doesn't even like her, and with all I had to go through. I go to the training room, it helps me to work out and blow off steam when I'm upset. I wrap my hands with the black tape, I was tempted not to but rethought it. I grab a punching bag and hang it up. Then I punch, I punch harder and harder with each hit. I can already feel the sweat running down my back but I keep going.

I think of all my anger, everything that's bubbling up inside of me.

My mother, what she said, what I said. The way she looked at me.

Tris. The few words that she did speak, but the burn that came with them.

And I don't know why or how, but my head travels to my father. I can still see him laying in his own blood and the way his face was contorted with pain, just like mine used to be when he beat me.

I guess I didn't realize how hard I was actually hitting the bag, because I flies off the hook and landing in a loud boom on the floor. I run my hands through my hair and slip my shirt off, allowing the cool air from the training room to seep into me. I take the tape off my hands and go pick up some knives. I look at the target and throw, hitting dead center.

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I put my shirt back on and pick up all the knives I threw that are now on the floor. I set them on the table and walk back to the dorms. No ones in here, probably at dinner or in the pit. I take a shower and change clothes. I go back to my bed and sit and just stare at the wall for a little while.

"Hey." I hear a voice say behind me. I turn and see tris standing there. "Hey." I say. "I know you probably don't want to talk to me but I wanted to apologize." She says and walks a little closer. "It was wrong of me to say those things and I wasn't trying to make it sound like I was defending her." She says.

I motion her over with my hand and she comes over, I bring her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. "I'm sorry too. It was wrong of me to yell at you." I whisper into her hair. "I love you." I tell her. She turns to look at me. "I love you too." She says. I smile.