Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 11

Warning: Mention of rape. If you don't want to read it, then skip past my 2 AN's.

Four's POV

I climb into bed and just think for a little bit. One thing is Tori's conversation with me. "I just want to tell you that I think you are going to be good for her. She's had a rough couple years and I think she deserves someone like you." Does Tori suspect that I like Tris? I mean, I didn't think it was THAT obvious. Then again, Tori seems like the type of person that could read your mind. I saw the way her and Tris communicated. She understood right away, asking no questions. That's pretty good. Even if she has been living with Tris for the past couple of years.

I decide to think about something else, trying to piece together what little information I have been given. Trying to get a general idea of what could've possibly happened to Tris. "She's had a rough couple of years and I think she deserves someone like you."

I think about this for a little bit. It had to have happened to her in the past 2-3 years. Whenever this happened, it had to be somewhat recent. I mean, if it was 4 years ago then I don't think Tris would be acting like this. But if it happened just 1 year ago, then Tris wouldn't probably respond at all, depending on how bad her situation was. And Tori wouldn't have said, "Couple of years." She would've said year…right? Ugh. I don't know. This whole thing is giving me a headache.

I look over at my alarm clock by my bed and see that it says it is 12:34 a.m. Have I really been thinking about this for that long? Wow. I probably need to get some sleep. I roll over and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep before the morning.

After about an hour, I decide that the idea of sleep is pointless and get up. I sit up in the bed and just sit there, trying to enjoy some peace and quiet, at least, before my alarm would start to yell at me to get up.

I do enjoy the peace for a little while, until I hear a piercing scream coming from…Tris' house? I run over to my window to see if I can see anything. I get a perfect view of what is happening actually. My window looks into Tris' room. I see Tris thrashing around in her bed. I am about to go over there when I see Tori walk in. She shakes Tris and wakes her up. Tris sits up really fast. Tori hugs her and holds her tight. After a minute or two, Tris seems to get over her initial shock and hugs Tori back. It must've been a nightmare.

When I look more closely, I see that Tris' hair is black, gray, and blue again. Is that her natural hair? Or did she dye it again? Obviously the blue is a dye, but I can't be sure about the black or gray. Usually people don't have gray hair unless they're old, but Tris is only 16. It could be that she has gray hair, but I don't think that it is her natural hair, so I rule that color out. It has to black or blonde. Either of which could be natural colors. She can pull off black and blonde hair, so I have no idea which color it actually is. Maybe someday I will know.

I am snapped out of my thinking process when they both release from their embrace. I can see Tori's mouth moving, but I can't hear what it is. I see Tris nod and lay back down. Tori walks out a little bit later. I am about to go lay back down too, until I see Tris get up and walk out of her room. I look over at my clock. It reads, 1:23 a.m. What could she be doing at this hour? I don't know.

I watch from my window for 15 minutes, but she never returns. I decide to go back to bed. Nothing happened to her…I am pretty sure. Tori is there…she can take care of Tris. And Tris can take care of herself. So I leave the situation alone.

I go back to my bed and lay down. 10 minutes later, I remember that I couldn't fall asleep. I decide to go to the dugout. You see, the dugout is somewhere I found that was beneath my house. It basically was a big, empty room when I found it. I bought some beanbag chairs, some rugs, and a TV and spruced the place up a little bit. I always have noticed that there was a door there, but I have never checked it out. I don't know if I want to know where it leads. It probably is none of my business.